Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                     The High Priest Kisses King Herod’s (Hands)

                         His Eminence the Cardinal of New York

The High Priest kisses King Herod’s (hands)
And joins him for a feast of mockeries and lies
Giving the tyrant for his crimes a pass
Laughing at Truth as civilization dies

Over lobster and beef they pity the poor
While robed in white ties and evening gowns
And silken ecclesiastical couture
(One of them has visions of papal crowns)

Gluttony and scorn at a rented manse -
All that is missing is Salome’s dance

Fatima Showkat,
with a caring heart
wherever oppressed Palestinians at.

Fatima, a Showkat
raising her Palestinian flag
and if she needed to defend others
would use a cat virtuous herself bat.

Fatima Showkat, a cat of purebred
bred from parents of the same looking, pro human rights activists for those too many unfed
a bred we recognize, a strand we know, Fatima Showkat
nurtured from Muslim communities of the same front stage act.

Mahdi's beautiful cat at a show turned beloved household pet
and one of Kibbutz Blinken's best fighting for justice and equality winning bet
purring No to settlements on a stolen land
hissing No US taxpayers' dollars to Biden's and Blinken's right filthy hand.

Showkat's water bowl filled of fake blood to dump swiftly on US Secretary of State rolling in corruption and lies command,
she with his hated Atefeh 'Rockband'
hardworking, repeated meowing, awarded pedigreed
chasing ***** of red, black, white, and green yarn and running with her fellow active kibbutz cats to successfully proceed.

Pro ALLAH's Adl, pure blooded Showkat is regularly scratching the rug of Zionism and colonialism
Her low-pitched meowing and long stretches to put an end to Israel's terrorism
Jumping at times and when necessary slow moving in the day or in the night
with her eyes glowing to outstare and rebuke America's funded Zionist imperialism.

Fatima, a Showkat worth thousands of ajr
purring, finding her cat's paws' way wholeheartedly with the people of Palestine
to God's heavenly canopy at dawn or fajr.

Fatima Showkatian,
the Showkat for the fight for oppressed peoples' freedom
we applaud you, Kat, for the world knows your bravesome
and it is better for your sacrificial bigsome.

By: Najwa Kareem

Make the static go
away,
the dead-dog depression;
the fleas tip-toeing across
my brain.
Hate locks the
door to the heart,
and puts the
soul in a cage.
The rage consumes,
like a West Coast fire.

Make the static go
away,
the electric anxiety;
the butterflies swimming in
my blood.
Love is a fantasy,
a fairy tale for children.
Devotion
imprisons
the mind and
subdues the heart.

Give me sweet
apathy, beautiful
sedation, let me
float in bliss;
not tethered by emotion.
Let me get lost, deep
in the core of the orchid,
and sail aimless,
in the
vast chasm
of the sea.
Give me radical
lethargy.

I’d rather worship with the dull
Than rise, with fools, in the rapture.
I’ll grab it by the horns—such bull;
And false theology capture!

They claim to have the “living waters";
I’d rather have Christ alone--
Than build with His fake sons and daughters
Who missed the cornerstone.

I’d rather swim with other schools
In different currents, seas and deeps
Than get caught up with fishy fools
And float with charismatic creeps…

I’d rather know some history
And doctrines of God’s sovereign grace,
Than perish in their mystery—
Another Christian basket case.

I always thought I had green eyes,
they are blue.
Envy has discoloured them
and obscured my true view.
Having now matured;
trauma, aging, greying (audible gasp),
healing is happening
in ways not anticipated
nor valued at first.
But now I am embracing
my blue eyes to see new.

for every thing, there is a time
for every song, there is a fitting moment
for every angel, a wee devil lurks
for every spring, its autumn

for every taste, there is a canvas blank
for every brush, there is a stroke unfinished
for every soul, there is a soul to spark
for every universe, a mind undiminished

for every beating heart, there is a dream to dream
for every happy day, there is a week of sorrow
for every wicked game, there is a sumptuous scene
for every yester-day, a million of to-morrows

for every tear you cry, there is a genuine smile
for every doubt you shed, there is a triumph to follow
for every faux pas, there's a saving grace
for every second gone, a million of to-morrows

She holds a joint and a blood filled flaggon
Rides a donkey with 7 heads like a dragon
It has 10 horns. She's got abominations.
She is hated by all the nations
Dressed in red, purple as well,
All dolled up for her stay in hell.
The cup's a mixture of Christian blood
And the twisted Word, which she so loves.
But she falls from her red beast
She is killed by defrocked priests
Red for ****** and purple for royalty
She's disloyal so gets no loyalty
She has stayed by the great waters
She will **** your sons and daughters
Don't look now, you'll fight and die
She'll say "the elephant" but she lies!
She's a Harlot! Depraved you see.
She fools the masses...
BUT SHE DON'T FOOL ME!!!  👹 👀 😡


Catherine Jarvis
Write of Passage aka
SøułSurvivør aka
Invisible inc