Unending Gaza Genocide

 Unending Gaza Genocide

 

Jet fighters fly

Soaring miles high in the sky

Two-thousand-pound bombs fall

Guided in sin with laser precision

Men, women, children die

The evil invaders don’t care at all

Destroying all the infrastructure

In this misnomer called war

Just like pilgrim pride

This is genocide

 

A world away in the USA

The politicians say all is okay

We got the new Nazis back

Cause we’re paid off by AIPAC

So we will ship off ample ammunition

Ignoring mass devastation

 

Meanwhile in every nation on this blue sphere

The message is loud and clear

TOO MANY HAVE DIED!!

End the genocide

On the streets we protest

On the streets we resist

The evil cabal

Desiring to consume all

 

“I really love war”

Laughs Lucifer

See my servants they’re as sick as I

See my servants they’re living in a lie

After all it is a well-known fact

Jesus was black

And these ‘Jews’ are a fraud

And don’t serve the true God

And as for the land of the free

They are the true enemy

If they just got the courage to do what is right

The genocide would end overnight

But don’t hold your breath

For these lords of mammon live to serve death

 

But still the struggle will never cease

Until the whole world is at peace 

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Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter

 Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter

 

NeNe, I've never spelled her name before, had no need

Easy, that was her deceased son's nickname

Blown away on the Newark streets, another casualty

Like autumn leaves falling from the trees casually

But in the dirge of death the community's spirit overflows

Mourner's packed the church house for the funeral

Some in suits and some in tatters, it's the heart that matters

 

Jessica, nice young lady, singing the soulful street serenade of sorrow

No education, no experience, no relative to lay down nepotism

Economic think tanks serve the lustful desire of the Federal Reserve

Calculating to four decimal points how to maximize potential profit

And if the numbers rising on the sheets equates death upon the streets

Well it's somebody else's child irregardless, not their mess

 

So NeNe wept when Jessica enlisted, it's her way out she insisted

The crazed maze is carefully crafted by master psychologists

Slavery is packaged in a pretty green uniform under an American flag

You'll be serving your country, become part of a grand family

Just hope you don't get raped, physically, mentally, spiritually

Robots make efficient killers, we haven't mastered MK Ultra just yet

So Irving Berlin's 'God Bless America' defeats Woody Guthrie's 'This Land is Your Land'

Let it be known that nothing is of yet written in stone

For Jessica at the moment is both alive and well

 

As we journey collectively on our space ship Mother Earth

Wars wage, in every age, the planet's spinning and we keep sinning

A war on terror is the bold declaration of a total farce, unless you look in a mirror

Where more of our soldiers commit suicide by far then die in combat

And we pray for Jessica with all of our might

She is amidst enemy territory unaware of the peril infesting her soul

Please Lord, don't let our beloved child die in some useless war

The prayer echoes in Chinese, and Russian, and Arabic and Hebrew and...

For these words are not a sonnet of surrender

Rather a battle cry for forevermore, a war on war

When statisticians coldly calculate the predicted rate of slaughter

Do not see cannon fodder rather know it is Jessica our beloved daughter

I don't want to see NeNe cry at a funeral no more 

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A Fond Fair Thee Well

 A Fond Fair Thee Well

 

Brother Tyrone

God calls you home from His throne

To heaven beyond the skies blue

A petition none can refuse

I bid thee as you enter eternity

A fond fair thee well

Brother Tyrone

Grace will carry you into infinity

For God loves you more than you can tell

It seems life just begun

But your race has been run

With all your might

You have fought the good fight

Have no uncertainty

For God is full of mercy

The price paid on Calvary

Paid in full

A fond fair thee well

This world may be bitter and cruel

But Brother Tyrone

You were no fool

For you put your trust

In the Lord Jesus

You will be greatly missed

We will weep and we will cry

But we are not saying goodbye

For it is our hope and prayer

In heaven fair

In the glory of the endless light

We shall unite

Brother Tyrone

Hear the bell ringing

The angels are singing

Another soul called by the Lord

Another soul taken to their reward

A fond fair thee well

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Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 

Misconception in a dream

I notice not a true rhyme

But to me it did seem

A place from another time

I never saw a city in decay

As an old man fading away

Though nature is exquisite

There is far more to it

Why worship the created

While the maker is hated

Yet let me not travel that way

I’ll guard the words I say

For I come not to judge you

Just to say I’ve been there too

With you I sit under the tree

In spirit I feel your glee

Thank God you were not blind

Thank God that He is kind

For what in nature you see

Is but one facet of beauty

Oh master poet long dead

Some worship the words you said

I realize it was not meant so

Each has a separate way to go

To unlock what is within

That is how to begin

For each one is unique

With their own voice to speak

At Tintern Abbey we did meet

As comrades in battle’s heat

The words you have once said

Your cause I have deserted

At Tintern Abbey may you forever rest

For at Tintern Abbey it was your best

At Tintern Abbey you did discover

That nature she is your brother

It may be unnatural your view

But I see it also too

More strange then a circus freak

More beauty then we can speak

In wilderness perfection we find

Yet this perfection is so unkind

Spring the coming of life

Summer celebration of the living

Fall it cuts as a knife

Winter it is so unforgiving

The circle it is then whole

On the circle travels your soul

Past, future, present

Still your life is spent

Your travel nowhere fast

I pray your nowhere to last

So farewell my good friend

At Tintern Abbey we’ll meet once again

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Jerry Paul

Jerry Paul

 

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I love as much as Jerry Paul

We are friends and nothing can take that away

Such were the words my buddy would say

He has gone to the zenith of the night

While I have traveled to untouchable light

The two of us getting drunk in room seven

Ah if Earth had a glimpse of heaven

Come to me and do not desert the sacred cause

Fight the foolishness of man’s fatal laws

Madness like Sid at the Gates of Dawn

See the lunatic folded on the lawn

Remorse of course is the source of glowing

Are you well it is hell just not knowing

Has the CIA taken over your mind?

Are your still gentle, proper, calm and kind

I have changed is that strange for me to say?

I never desired or inspired to walk that way

I wish I could tell you you’re inside my heart

And my Love for you brother cannot part

But in bitterness you fled for higher ground

I wonder under God’s heaven what have you found?

Now I hesitate to articulate

Are you crazy, lazy, can you relate?

I will put you on the visitor’s list

Now that is an offer you cannot resist

So until my fame I will say a prayer

Still the same, know how greatly I do care

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I Love as much as Jerry Paul

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