To be loved or to be killed answers by Mario Antonio,
A beach signature novel, very guilty and very pleasure
Soaked in with characters of mafia and every targeted ******.

Shh!——He is whispering to me
“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer”
Who is under control, who cares about the battel

Whispering Shh! Some say the world has balanced ball
Godfather is a silent observer. With guilty but pleasure
He demands no power but friendship loyalty.
Struck fear in everyone he has known.

Shh! These are Five Families he plays with,
Still figures of glory. Shh! check the ground
The mud ******* dragon flight throats,
Stepping stones from Europe boot soles.

The Cloud, clouds. Under defence of greed.
The gilt and secure domes of Russia melt and float off
He commands dragonflies behind the clouds
with circled country borders. Across countries and spaces.

Like the drone, drone like shooting machine.
The invisible drone has got so far,  with 400 feet height!
The Pentagon calling Trafalgar Square
Russia, Ukraine game theory with Tianmen Square

Back and forth of tactical and strategic manoeuvring,
with every character shining in little part he must play
“Your enemies always get strong on what you leave behind”

The drone, The Cloud, clouds drone
He is a silent observer, the Godfather.

Society

The Oxford call it a group living in community
To me, it's what shapenes our morality
An association of different confraternity
A big circle of sorority

Some people want peace, other wants justice
Some others, just want the insecurities to cease
For us, it a ball game of big and small bliss

The affiliation of humanity and its hospitality
A vibrant level of governance and fellowship
Society is a tapestry with many seams

Wild range of Education and different services
For some, they want sympathy. Others just want to live with emphaty…
As they woven in their want for greed

Society changes to norms and values
In diversity of cultures and tribes
An ethnicity of many kind

The society is our genesis
An LAD of every child
A pattern for everyone.

When next you think to change a person,
Think first to change his society.

Bellah

Humanity

Long before my existence
Man has lived in terror and harmony
He has learned to love as well as hate his colony
Humans have learned to fight for one another, and also each other

Human has learned to manage resources and also waste it
To love and hate is now a daily affair
He sometimes forgets his allies and be bally

Humanity is our felony I wonder what we ought to give
What's love without pain
What's religion without faith
And harmony without hate?

What is Humanity without its animosity
Existence without perishing
For we make up humanity
Yet we are vain and evil
Sometimes, too good for the sequel.

Life

From birth, and its essence
To love and her gain
Death with its own pain
All these are the properties of Life

Earth and her soil
To Air and her wind
And the Water that we drink
The masterpiece of Fire.
All these and many others are the elements of life

Through time immemorial
From the ages of our forefathers
All these components have birthed Reproduction
For thousands of Generations
And now we call it Procreation

The beautiful essence of Nature
From which we got our first love
To the 9 planets and ours we call Earth
Starting with the air we breathe

Olorun Oba o! What a beautiful mastercraft
Magnanimous you are, for us is a place called Paradise.  
One which promises eternal bliss

Eledumare! Might is your name of the most high
Subhanallah! Your works are compared to none
For you alone created Life and Death.
From a plain world, beginning to end

Man comes and writes his own chapter
You provide them Food and Shelter
Cloth and water
Health and art craft
Wealth and comfort.

And these you have done for generations
As man keeps proving stubborn
Yet, the concept of Life is beyond our Imagination.

I’ve always loved
The brutal honesty
That comes with winter.
It is, finally, every part of
Creation laid bare.
The trees become black silhouettes
Against a grey sky,
The sky is granted permission
To release all of its fury,
And members of mankind
Are brought face to face
With one another
As they try to hide
From the cold winter winds.
Even in its cruelty,
Winter drives us together,
And that, in this world,
Is a kindness.

People -
so many bodies…

Some seem to engage
for but a moment, of course,
before bustling past on hot sidewalks,
with varied smidgens of mind and heart;
collections of vibrating chemistry,
moving to specific oscillations.

How to make sense of it all?
We can be drawn to warm embers,
avoid icy slaps on our cheeks reddening.
Grey shapes pass us by, hardly registering a blip -
are they nothing more than the flotsam of flailing limbs
echoing our own caustic needs and wants pending?

Yet we all want much the same things in life:
to be noticed with kindness by the benign,
safe from the razor-blade elements,
find our slot in life that counts,
and leave something good
for posterity, if it comes…

For dots of humanity
of which we are a part,
in some fashion or another,
keep floating giddily past us…
Are they up for what will come
with stoic resistance, or neglect?

Do they expect some dystopia
and the terrors of a dark night?
Ask the fretting little children,
who can’t sleep for their fright!
They too need a river of peace ~
the Promise to be fulfilled

made by One wiser
than all else…

~~

One day I took some water from a pond and
Let them go with a nearby river:
The river accepted them to
Their long journey together;
Some water I drew from the well and
Drove them to the same river:
The river accepted again without resistance.
After that I filled a bucket with rainwater and
Released them into the river:
The river agreed to move together.
The river welcomed all sincerely-
She never laid her hands on the scales of
Caste but spread the stream of love in her veins
And arteries all around.