Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
Warlords take siege upon a land, a falling kingdom
Immensely, they overwhelm, they conquer their alleged king
Catch the thieves, throw them in the pyre
Keep the meek ones, revolt they shan't
Every road leads to the same inevitability
Down with the ruling monarch, a scourge upon the motherland
Is it worth the crimson soil on a peasant's farm?
Sovereignty and war for the sake of the common man?
Good men, our warlords have spoken and have
Ordained our children with a new era
Of peace, of tearless glee, of headless chicken
Down with the monarch, war is good evil.
Fighting fire with gasoline
Splitting towns to rubble bits
Heroes keep doing their thing
In full knowledge it’s not worth it
Living only by submission
For the money they can’t spend
Dying by warlords decisions
This I fail to understand
Hostages of mortal hate
They’ve no peace in their souls
Bet they can’t negotiate
Yet they do perform their roles
Whom do they deceive, I wonder
Why this utter shame we see?
Does humanity go under
Back to tribal pedigree?
Love, no one will carve our names
No pillar stands for the unwise
We’re not joining the insane
Nation-minded, country-sized
It’s absurd to fight and fuss
No excuse sounds good enough
Cursed or hallowed, they’re not us
Either we’re not them, my love.
need not be conspiracy
nor parade of lunacy
or ignore bear
and fold in despair
putin put in prison
with warlords clinton bush
obama trump biden
to gehenna all push
this coincidence
though not providence
consequences still apply
when russians die
iranian friends fry
hezballah hamas fail
gazans who live do so in hell
created by modern israel
who is loved by corina machado
asking hatchet for maduro machado
and gives aid to our good saint zel
so progressives pink washed
don't want you be squashed
but let this sink in
as advocate violence
and boost cause silence
merrikka israel win
time after time again
for sake of all love god
don't be a brain clod
while ukraine remains cannon fod
The bullets swore, “We’re retiring today!
No shooting—there must be a new way!”
So they sat in the gun,
Sipping tea in the sun,
And said, “Humans… we’re on holiday!”
But the warlords all bark, “Shoot! It’s the way!
We fix broken skulls every day!”
So they shout with a grin,
“Crack a leg! Cave a chin!”
Though deep down they know peace outshines foul play.
The U.N. is a theater house,
where warlords, drug lords, and mafias
wear the mask of statesmen.
Eighty years have passed—
what has changed?
They speak with honeyed tongues,
yet Gaza burns,
Ukraine bleeds,
Congo and Sudan melt into dust,
Libya is a fire unquenched.
These men you call leaders—
small gods in suits—
are but actors in a fool’s game.
The poor grow poorer,
the rich ascend to thrones of gold.
And still you believe—
still you kneel—
thinking these criminals
will bring you salvation?
No! They serve no people,
they represent no justice.
They serve only power,
and power devours its own.
And you, the masses,
with your blind faith,
electing executioners
to guard your children—
how can blind men lead us
to any promised land?
For eighty years
in the United Nations theater
the curtains rise,
the scripts repeat,
and the audience weeps in silence.
The world cries for peace,
for justice,
for equality—
yet what is offered
is freedom of fools,
a stage drenched in blood,
a democracy of shadows.
we are angels and demons
victims and villains
warlords and peacekeepers –
we have been all of it
incarnation after incarnation –
playing out the game of life –
*war!! war!! war!!*
War will only tear,
make people live in fear,
so brethren’s be aware.
war brings death,
some have to loose teeth,
war does not sooth.
we are one blood, one nation,
so lets have ve+ reaction,
without race or denomination.
may thy peace reign,
let it fall like drops of rain,
love be found in our vein.
war is all about thinking,
make peace and unity the king,
have power of differentiating.
If we must, lets fight hunger,
And learn to control anger,
From it, comes danger.
let us all preach peace,
tell warmakers in the face,
we are one piece.
God bless all,
For peace belongs to all,
warlords must fall.
Politics is not partisanship...
In the delirium of these dark times, the badness of the bad
lost fear of punishment...
The kindness of good people,
lost hope...
The Good Conscious
we should practice as much as possible
for the impossible...
For the omission of the benevolent
is the rejoicing of evildoers...
Conscious fight without shedding blood,
Warlords with spilled blood...
We must not remain neutral
in the face of injustice,
Let's not compact with the oppressors...
not wash our hands
for our evils,
is to be christian,
wash them is to be
Pontius Pilate...!
Created animosities
scattered hearts
in the fields and streets,
broken wires...
maimed
the disillusioned roots
shape lives
now empty
reconciled lives
no direction and right route...
reality created by
warlords !
In the heart of a war-torn country,
A mass grave awaits to be filled.
Piled high, the riddled cadavers,
Of the many citizens killed.
Their unrecognizable remains,
Haunts those assigned to the task.
To bury their friends and neighbors,
Each wearing a hideous mask.
There were many that prayed for peace,
But the Warlords would have their way.
Their methods of horror increased,
And became the trend of the day.
The bombs the enemy launched,
Would land on Ukrainian streets.
Destroying a thriving city,
Where its pulse no longer beats.
As they arose to meet the challenge,
Their lives were put to the test.
But their courage couldn't be thwarted,
And their will inspired the rest.
Now this country's character shines,
For the eyes of the world to see.
And the battle will never cease,
Until all of Ukraine is free.
the nuclear snakes
slither into disaster
warheads waiting
in the dithering wings
~~~!~~~X~~~#~~~>>>
light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles
obliterate without mercy
the reptilian warlords
fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
amid withering declarations
There's little or nothing to do,
it's a February rainy day,
Danny molds Batman out of brown clay;
snow is melting after Saturday's blizzard...
I spot a hopping lizard
chase a scary hoopoe!
I strum on my steel guitar
a new melody unique and sad...
who knows it might be a symphony
with the simplest melody;
I'll add lyrics, thinking they are swords
that scare and defeat vicious warlords!
I play it on a snowy night in January
when no sounds are heard
and thoughts aren't muffled...
by the presence of a gentle wind
that doesn't scatter the snow and goes far
to caress with its cold breath a jealous star!
There's little or nothing to do
on this rainy February's day,
this guitar keeps me company
and strumming its strings,
it gets me through this long Saturday's blizzard;
nobody will wake up: they are chasing dreams,
nobody will see my monotony...
but Jessica who listens sends me a Kudo!
There's little or nothing to do,
it's a February rainy day,
Danny molds Batman out of brown clay;
snow is melting after Saturday's blizzard...
I spot a hopping lizard
chase a scary hoopoo...
that has a broken wing and fears to be prey!
I strum on my steel guitar
a new melody unique and sad...
who knows it might be a symphony
with the simplest melody;
I'll add lyrics, thinking they are swords
that scare and defeat vicious warlords!
I play it on a snowy night in January
when no sounds are heard
and thoughts aren't muffled...
by the presence of a gentle wind
that doesn't scatter the snow and goes far
to caress with its cold breath a jealous star!
There's little or nothing to do
on this rainy February's day,
this guitar keeps me company
and strumming its strings,
it gets me through this long Saturday's blizzard;
nobody will wake up: they are chasing dreams,
nobody will see my monotony...
but Jessica who listens sends me a Kudo!
Libertas in the hands of warlords,
natural hardship, in the name of war,
License to kill.
For those who can gain lots,
obtained legislative favor,
overall pattern of bill.
Even rogue army cords.
In the end of guns gore,
Bloody warheads refill.
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