Probably
one in ten million
likely
one of a kind
incamparable
and what does that invite
everything
good and bad
that's just the standard formula
natural equation
but the blessing here is
he could still be a  face in the crowd
sit on the next seat in a bus
and budget like any other working man
and that glow
tells of inner grace and peace
a good heart
and a constant reminder of God's Love
Its what's inside that counts

Driving home along a Highway at night time
right ahead in front appeared a large deer
caught in my headlights
he looked right at me
but he did not freeze but rather ambled casually forward
I braked hard as he came towards
the car
he then reached my window and starred
I lowered the window and yelled
'do you want to die tonight'
No! he replied to my amazement
' I just want a lift, you see, he snorted airily
'I have a date for a ******* with your wife and your mom'
but you're a ******* deer' I replied, still in shock
'you're half right, he came back at me
but look carefully
I am a ******* stag deer
and that's what I do,
now do you mind.....'

they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters  inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS,  my ****,
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...

Do me a favor, pffffff
most eligible
simply the best, potential galore
teeming with wholesome goodness
as balanced as a spirit level

heart-broken...pull the other one, sunshine
lonely....yeah! like water..show me a lonely water
even when dammed, its still full of itself and goodness

You'd be lucky to get a chance
there's no one out there that compares

Yeah! do me a favor
just keep on taking your tablets
those ones that curtail your fantasies and delusions

you may also go learn
about self value, discipline, self respect, self worth and sincerity

she keeps a white wallet
for the expenses
there for rainy days without daises
useful but too little
too small to hold
and aging fast
she'll keep for convenience
and carry at required times
her little white wallet

And you read the invaders like a book
and wrote stories for them
using a ghost writer
and a pseudonym
in its enactment
a charade for
the unwise
and the
wise

In the depths of skittish un-fulfilments
in the dryness of warmth
and the drought of probing reach and hot gasps
lilies carry thoughts of raging fire
flaming throes kindled by burning logs
in the icy days of winter wonderland
no attention warrants finding attention in these times
for swirling in minds gazes is one of note

That who walks the walk and known to do the do
in tales told high in visions seen carries the splendour
of a rider divine
in agile rhythm swaying the deepness within
statuesque in midnight hues shimmering in the light
speaking the language of ardour that melts cave
rigging tunnels that spurts rivulets of warm honey
vibing passions incumbents or promising's find unattainable

So in minds play debarring cloying inattention
the hornets buzz frantically and fanatically courting touches
throwing fevered imaginings and un-wishful yet wishful
bewitched minds  craving notices to wet the thighs
so go in and play for my consent is given
bring forth images but know I drive the ride
spread wide the gates and hold on tight and firm
we go fast and slow and reach deep till we arrive and arrive...

Meghan, Duchess of Sussex states, I am the most trolled and hated woman on earth
Diane Abbott replied, have you seen below.....

The Black Prince intoned, did your receive your membership cards,
I've got mine.....its barred me from living!!

Diane Abbott alone received almost half of all the abusive tweets sent to female MPs , research by Amnesty International has revealed.

The shadow home secretary, comes under a relentless campaign of racist and sexist abuse The abuse directed at her amounted to 10 times as much as was received by any other female MP, according to the Amnesty study.

Amnesty researchers found Abbott received 45% of all abusive tweets sent to female MPs. In the previous six months, she received just under a third of all abuse sent to the same group.

The report, authored by Amnesty technology and human rights researcher Azmina Dhrodia, looked at a sample of 900,223 tweets between 1 January and 8 June, drawn from social media analysis tool Crimson Hexagon.

However, deleted tweets or those whose accounts had been suspended could not be counted, which Dhrodia said could indicate the true scale of abuse was higher than could be accurately recorded.

Black and Asian female MPs received 35% more abusive tweets than their white colleagues, even when Abbott was excluded from the total, the research found.

Of the 140,000 tweets mentioning the shadow home secretary’s Twitter handle, @HackneyAbbott, one in 20 were classified as abusive. During the six months the tweets were monitored, Abbott received more abuse than all female MPs from the Conservative and Scottish National parties combined.

Abbott told the study her experience as an MP had gone from receiving one racist letter a week to hundreds every day, including letters covered in swastikas and pictures of monkeys and chimpanzees. “It’s the volume of it which makes it so debilitating, so corrosive, and so upsetting. It’s the sheer volume. And the sheer level of hatred that people are showing,” she told researchers.

Abbott said she was “not entirely surprised” she was the main target for abuse but added it was “sickening to see it in figures”.

“It’s highly racialised and it’s also gendered because people talk about **** and they talk about my physical appearance in a way they wouldn’t talk about a man. I’m abused as a female politician and I’m abused as a black politician.”

Asian women received the most abuse, despite making up just under 9% of female MPs in Westminster, with an average of 132 abusive tweets per MP, 30% higher than white women.

Former SNP MP Tasmina Ahmed-Sheikh, who lost her seat at the June election, told the report the abuse had made her family question why she was putting herself in the spotlight. “Internally, it hurts a lot. It really, really hurts a lot. It’s personal,” she said.

https://youtu.be/k4jR9P9YJGo

I am big enough to accept my mistakes
we are human and we all err sometimes
I am sensitive and strong enough to care
for caring about others is caring about me
I am humble enough to be penitent when I err
it absolves my soul and nourishes my spirituality
I am intelligent and human enough to make amends
for it furthers my mind teaches me positive socialisation
I am confident enough to own my motives and actions
for I know I do all in considered respect of how they impacts others
I am courageous enough to face my demons
for it is in strength and its challenges that we grow
I am matured enough to know discords can occur
humane enough to claim my share of responsibility
I am balanced enough to avoid egocentricity
for I know its not always about me
I am loving giving and sharing enough
to sustain my belief in the fraternity of mankind
I am affable and engaging enough
to open doors and break bread and share laughter
I am real and genuine enough
to know all I do matters and must hold a positive purpose
And
I am wise and grown enough to understand
that most are not like me
we are not all alike
No you are not
like me

Evil Doers Never Thinks Well Of Anyone

BECAUSE

They See Others In Their Own

Nature.......


Hazrath Imaam Ali

If she's in solidarity with the cause
and actively played her part
why then do the others fear
why are they insecure and troubled
is it because they know they are deceitful liars
now agitated that their chicanery be revealed
but that is already being known to those they fooled
even if these fooled lot cannot say it to their faces
or is it because they know all she did was just to belong
atfer-all her benefits and other subsidies could be at risk
in other words they know she's not as committed to the cause
so in restless agitation, they have tied themselves in knots
and the solidarity is just a sham where allegiance is forced & coerced

Did you see King Charles
and the egg hurling incident
You would not have noticed
the
indiscernible contempt
or the pitying indulgence

Class knows its worth
as much as the worthless covet worthlessness

Does the Rain-maker that lives in a roofless house
need our advise

No words or notice necessary
some things speak for themselves

Long live The King

hungry ants
angry inflamed ants
someone seemed to have all the sugar!

A very bright clever witty caring loving and wholesome woman
who have looked and come to the conclusion
'now that is the sort of man I would want alongside me'
the opposite of such a woman would look and immediately say
' that man thinks he knows everything, who does he think he is,
lets go and batter the *******'
Emma Raducanu has a Chinese mother and Romanian father.
They don't hate successful people and she wasn't trolling and
following crowds that hate and batter successful people.
She is British after-all

If I wasn't important
I'll have no audience or fan base
whether good or bad hidden or open
I'll be like one of those anonymous losers
insecure, envious inadequate and frustrated
trolling away like crazy, hitting the keyboards
ranting and venting angst against all those shinning ones
haters supreme who knows about hate coz they hate themselves too

Isn't our job to cause emotional damage
to churn and stir mix and taint
forfeited in the craven of our lost visage
we squabble to dabble in feigned
the remnants of of our insanities in wastage
in porous minds long waned
speaking wraiths from cess mud drainages
base hue-less fluids of the disdained
skedaddled blots in shamed nakedness
ignorance avails the vain
the collective of momparas honouring uselessness

Saw the bean pole and its roots
arguing outdoor with two oppressors
bean pole treated unfavourably
its on foreign soil doused in free milk
but reminded
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Saw the bean pole housed
in nursery and greenhouse to propagate
now rooted anew its given nutrients
but it must do as ordered
for no matter what
its just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Saw bean pole growing tendrils
leaves unfold green to catch sunshine
but now a puppet amongst others
who bend and shape at will
bean pole see that plant next to you
its taking your nutrients away
go block its sun
do as we say or else
just remember you're just another crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Bean pole will grow and bear fruits
on foreign soil there's milk and honey
but for as long as the sun shines
the chains and barbs will hold
bean pole is just a stick
carrying tendrils to grow the beans
eaten by those of the land
who to them will always be  
just another border crosser
from a rubber dinghy from Calias

Certain kinds of practices and ideologies are mob-ilized
to both understand and control the mahogany lion light.
I will show how every move at control is enabled by
some kind of knowledge, and every reaction to control
is used to create further knowledge.
Yet I will also show that in the case of Keystone Stasi
and its oppositions,
instead of augmenting power, this dialectic ultimately
undermined its very base.
Rather than a revolution of social, economic and political structures
its nothing but
a vendetta of criminals, anodyne under-achievers, fooled masses,
covert racists, frustrated women and the general wasters
puff-cakes, hypocritical preachers and resounding loonies
all staunch cast members of the drama of Delusions and Illusions
titled
Throw a Cat amongst The Pigeons for The Macafettys Crime Mob
now showing in your town
Hey viva la revolution
Come kiss our Royal *****

Oh look, our peasant folks are in control
talk of 'mass production' on assembly line
Henry Ford, rise from your grave and come see
division of Labour at illusory best
So what if its all in our heads minus minds
we have you know we make it up as we go along
we are so advanced we have turned a man into a computer
at least that what our Head Engineers (get the pun) tells us
so the HE says we know buttons to press
he says perception something is the key
that way we load data into his head
then we also have the audio loads
that way we also load data into computer man
and 'voila' he's programmed and we control him
HE Controllers says its about triggers and anchoring
sensitizing and some **** about flooding his mind
so computerman now operates on data
Apparently we have overridden his free will
and we have ceased his psyche and now owns him
you see its all about Artificial Intelligence
Since we are making up all these processes without concrete proofs
we are artificial
and we are intelligent because we believe in what we are doing
see, that's AI.....
and the power of Mass production'
Power to the peasants.....

hahaha hahaha  hahaha hahaha
that's computerman laughing, its part of his programming

Hurray, hurray haha ha
he escaped...!
He jumped high over the **** red wall
imprinted with our values of education hardwork and aspiration
He jumped so high over the **** red wall
leaving the Loonies and Militants and the Pointy hats
quacking in their boover boots and roasting in hate dilly dally
He didn't go to live amongst them thinking I am like them
no siree! if you lay with dogs you get fleas
He didn't live next door to ****** alcoholic house burglar
with a narcissistic demented wife and wanton under aged
pregnant daughters, milking Welfare
Krishna forbid, water and oil do not mix
He did not go pick a wife amongst them thinking he could
make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
and real love conquers all
No siree! you will end up being dragged down and be misunderstood
maligned, betrayed and abandoned
A tiger does not change spots, my dear fellow
Stick to your type that's bred with honour, grace and composure
knows all about loyalty commitment, responsibility, aspiration
and social status...remember mothers are invariably always right
and fruits do not fall far from their trees!
He was smart, from the get-go
there before you are the results
The Red wall is made by malcontents and raving loonies
you can kick it aside like withered bramble
or jump so high over it no matter how high it is
you just have to make the right smart choices
and if you have to join a party, pick the one that reflects you
I picked the working people party cause I was a worker
and was raised that hard work pays dividends
I thought meritocracy meant I had to be down with the
masses and just work hard, be fair, kind, considerate and law-abiding, and things will be okay
I was wrong...in hard labour the red wall was waiting......


https://youtu.be/SQTTvehFi5w

Pro-active......contempt
pro-active......indifference
pro-active.­......derision
pro-active.......impact less
is the maths not pro-active begetting reaction
No
not when your tutors are teaching quasi-variables
in abstracts Bombastic-ism
and telling you Trigonometry is a concept in Applied Dichotomy
You easily know you are dealing with imbeciles with Honours in
Applied Stupidity from the University of Fantastical Delusions and
Illusions.

Our Unions of Western Cargoes
and Red Social Engineers
who in philistine alchemist craze
are but of course
renowned experts in relationships matters

So we are not overly surprised
gregarious primal deeds
for in their esteemed scattered brains
good men are animals
raving monsters who deserved to be banned

I already told you in plain sight
them both hate eachother
how can the superficial in plastic life
know reality and truth
when real honest emotion is not bottled

Wounded incensed so-so goddesses
frustrated by their lame ducks
hate with a passion the real upright male
truthful dependable and honest
such must be besmirch slandered and destroyed

See them dip their oars and paddles
watch seeding of negativity
unhappiest do not deal in joy and positivity
pray tell how can they
even the most beautiful woman was some man's ex-reject  




ULRIKA JONSSON
article 09/07/2022
" I hear with growing frequency from other female friends — particularly those on dating apps — that they, just like Amber, are considering “swapping sides”.

The complaints all seem to echo the same grievance — and if I may sexually stereotype for a moment — that men are notoriously inconsistent and unreliable.

They display a reluctance to engage in honesty and have an inclination towards the ­modern phenomenon of “ghosting”.

They appear to have an inability to express themselves.

They tend to treat women as increasingly dispensable and have become masters of what can only really be termed “emotional constipation”.

They can be fickle, those lads, that’s for sure.

After more than a year of putting myself out there on dating apps, that is certainly my own, personal experience, too.

These do appear to be male traits.

And it’s for this reason I hear time and time again that women are contemplating changing what they are “looking for” on the apps.

Women are clearly feeling exasperated."

In the ivory towers
the defunct cathedral of race supremacy
where cannon fodders congregate to worship
and bad apples and serpentine goddesses sit in cabal
to dole out miseries and silence the sane and the honest pilgrims
for they know that if the minds are blinded the eyes cannot see
in seductive hazes they coral and embrace fodder converts
while issuing D-Notices and poisoned honey in acid
and pedophiles are given badges access all areas
its sacrosanct what they do underground
remains underground no exceptions
God help the honest innocent men
for those without sins or secrets
will face the buzzsaw
and spun out to dry

they say my life is bad
I am suffering, I know no happiness
I am in a circus, sentenced to infinite hell
I just think
I am not a white shameless and disgraced enough
to go break into a neighbor's flat
and steal from them in a society where opportunities abound
you are low **** enough to burgle a neighbor
Nothing and I mean nothing will make me that them
they are Chis, Joan, Tom, Kelly McCafferty of Bow east London
Their racist helpers are Cindy, Linda, The Thomases, Mrs Withers
and the local mob and our Anachist Liars.
Everyone please give a resounding Cheers to them all
Hip Hip Hooray!!!...

I don't live in caves

so I do not take part in

the life allegory of the caves

shadows are nothing but shadows

and their reflections are their reflections

The concertinas of the crippled unions

have immortalised the warbles of the undreamt melody

and in the gainsays of wraith tenors and sopranos

are strangling the arias in glaced Così fan tutte

and pointlessly doing pirouette En Dehors

on a blazing ice rink

it is the age of infantile wisdoms

and the renaissance of endemic idiocy

the peoples parliament is in session

and love is under discussion

and I am laughing my *** off

Come on poor peasants
you are on point today, still so much opposition to do
play that chess board in your mind, keep the King in check
sing of **** and rash and big bellies and athlete foot
there's the Italian angle and remember the trust thing
you can't give up now, still so much seeds to sow
be more imaginative and creative
we need the subliminal indoctrination
or else your opposing is worthless
so get to it and create more accounts
and double or treble your efforts

The Left crawlers miscreants
the bedraggled underground thieves
in sleight of hands moves the greed of low class waster
who takes from the State and adds more from burglaries
without any honest toil but to take more from the workers
they move this greed to the one who worked all week
and never took anything from the State
in dross simple minds the loonies yell
infernal  damage to those with inheritance
these people are greedy and selfish
damage them and drive them paranoid
forget there are lots of ordinary folks
who leave houses money for their broods
the Millibands inherited two millions from father
they have not donated it to their Political Party
no lefty loonie is camping outside the Beckhams
screaming their children stand to inherit millions
the loonies are not protesting in Hampstead
in Knightsbridge, Chelsea and in Kensington
our dear rogues and mad loony commis
are picing on a black man because he's ennobled
this same man had worked from age sixteen
there is no grand mansion or trillions awaiting
this black man to the crazies personifies greed
not the greedy thieves who robs all and sundry
not the rich whites who have gained from industries
no no no, greed is the lone black man
who stood up to thieves and called them thieves
this is the man to discredit and cancel out
this is the man to stress out and drive paranoid
this is the thinking of the leftists narcissists
the crooks and insane liars with neon momentums
these are the racist brits who resent a successful black
they want blacks on the factory floor always second
or else a campaign starts to drive them paranoid
its the commonest weapon of the racists
us, we haven't done anything, its all in her/his mind

The mirth's of the four seasons

the inglorious choruses of discontents from malcontents

craving attention and dying for reactions

some go with crossbow to **** the Queen

while some sit in ***** lives scripting shotguns and takedowns

from the unhinged to the ridiculous

carrying ready-made woes from self manufactured dysfunctions

in the drudgeries of nowhere alleys

and the choking pickings of easy street dystopia

the answers fans in neon lights

blame it all on twin sets and blue rinse

blame it all on Goldberg's and Steinberg's

blame it all on ermine and coronets

tis the tale of lost and stolen minds kept in the dark

leaving them panting with desires

stoked rubbed fingered and heat up to fevered pitch

they are moist and hooked begging for release

craving attention and dying for reactions

so I enslaved their interests
and captured their minds and set them
in directions of my choice
then I bored the **** out of them
while at same toying with them
all the while engineering obsessions
which eats into them and feeds them a useless buzz
that hammers their twisted brains
and exercises it as they feel relevant
in their irrelevances which keeps them
at delinquency levels where they belong
Its know as managing their expectations
while feeding them gun powder
make them think they are empowered and well armed
but do not laugh, repeat...do not laugh
just keep them at the mill rotating the spindle
it makes them feel in control
and you can dress their minds anyway you want

Please wait, infinity is changing online identities again
or perhaps its used up all the trigger words for the shift
I could have helped with some for I am generous that way
though I must say it quite obvious that stupidity is alien to me
and our perpetrators have Ph.Ds in Asininity and a BA in delusions
remembers these are nonentities and semi-educated thugs vigilatees
are just the foot-soldiers of the Rent-a-Mob Racist socialist brigade...
the weak indoctrinated air-heads might have fainted with exertion

indentured flying Capuchins do editorials
in ringfenced malaise the fervour holds
as soap box decorated poltroons
hail the dark arts in chalk stains
the clumsy dexterities of arthritic magicians

in peeling a brain the brain peels them
the Centurions at Golgotha are boozing
unwoke in unawareness they sing
the ballards of ***** canaries
lifted from the prints of invisible deeds

wears the stigmata of honor and truth
the reincarnated Scipio Africanus
sees the wraiths writhe in scornful shame
defunct rulers limping in the Acheron
submerged in  the Cocytus and the Phlegethon

at home in the fields of sheep and knaves
mendacity crowned in Emperor's robes seen
alas the scales peeling off the nudists now exposed
scaramouches posing and posturing as buffoons defined
going down on their mamas hailing themselves Adonis
the Asians and Africans can talk they are not so inclined
some matters in the forum are best left to the imperialist

It is a form of Anchoring, my friend
where someone will provide false scenario i.e. love
heartbreak, perceived relation, unrequited love etc. etc
for the harassment.
Often many possible false rationales and dilutions, disfigurements and toxicities
are planted to keep the victim confused and the focus of the harassment cycles
from one possible reason to another round and around
so as to keep the victim guessing in a self perpetuating guessing game where every scenario is portrait as a valid reality
and aimed to distress or to cause confused stimulations,
self doubt, fear, intimidation
or annoyance and ultimately a cycle of destructive thoughts and frustrations.
Tis the nefarious products of the terminally deranged
on active requirement campaign
to their cesspit of the
The Order of Fallen Lowlife in Certified Insignificant Haze and Daze

Let the dung beetles out
obey my order and do your dodo
you must do what you must do
come out and skittle in **** and roll it along
that is what they're made to do
imprinted in them
cause they are born in ****
eat **** and roll in them all day
however on days of dole
they eat fish and chips
with vinegar
which makes them
sour dunk beetles
who cannot stop
doing *****

Should we perchance state
how curious it is
that no one has dared to think
'hold on a mo' my friends
let's see what happens
if we do nothing'

for they were told to press triggers
which they all readily did
that makes the oppositions buttons
which they all gladly began pressing
see its working their Master declared
they all readily agreed,
it was indeed working as nothing was
happening

what test was done to link the buttons
to nothing happening
how do we know we were responsible
to stopping anything happening by
these triggers
what's the measure of success here
was there a time something happened
when we did not trigger?

Should we perchance state
how curious it is
that no one has dared to think
'hold on a mo' my friends
let's see what happens
if we do nothing'

Far from me to say
methinks some people have been fooled
some may even say, blinded and hoodwinked
made up fake news triggers are not effective
said computing triggers are diversions to truth
for it gives answers to questions never asked
but yet none has worked this out
none has seen the ruse

why not test things
and say, no triggering any buttons
let just sit and watch and see what happens
but none dared think this or says so
because this is the emperor's computer
and we see what we see
and believe whatever we want to believe

Should we perchance state
how curious it is
that no one has dared to think
'hold on a mo' my friends
let's see what happens
if we do nothing'

The choirs of the Church of The Latter Day Sinners
in reverent adoration sing songs of preemption's
they sing of praises of what is, what was, what to be
Oh glorious imagination of our devotion
Oh precious lamentations of sacred insinuations
Rejoice all in the wonders of machinations asunder
spread the unholy doctrines of the Lions of Judas
for praise be
for praise be
they still do not see the man in the ring
for praise be
for praise be
they still have not figured the ways and means
and in scant knowledge we worship
and our eyes are opened but yet we know little
of the son of man
of the son of man
Our eyes are directed even before we know
words spoken to guide us where to go
for the son of man is more than the son of man
and less than the message unheard to hear
we shall find him un-found
and yet know him not
we are yet to know

T'is the age of the Sheikhs of Bugsdud
resplendent on magic carpet of delusions
how in understated shabby chick these dodgers
hide their short daggers and shun the soaps
once a week is quite enough thanks thee very much
these brave warriors in hooded flairs down in Oz
nurse great resentment like you wouldn't know

Inherent in genes unknown hang shortcomings
by twenty and three the automatic stiffener is gone
in floppy dangling grace they find no led or vroom
thus ensures the quest for the magic blue bullets
while they run and hide from the last dance of day
those that manage the lift give it all up after two minutes
proclaiming better quick than never at all don't you say

There amongst are fetching hues of wood in splendor
hard teaks upping measure for measure longingly ripe
show fielded flowers and see furrows lovingly ploughed
and cries of joy rings out from rafters as every nooks imbue
and crimson flushes tell tales of time well spent in woods
leaving them tall sheikhs fuming and cursing all bothered
reveling in spiteful envy engrossed in dreadful hatred its war

Now add to tinder a renowned Prince of repute à la carte
a charger in wit and wisdom charming beyond compare
a Regent in gold with a sparkling sword like no other around
here comes a recipe for disaster a living nightmare in sheikdom
this esteemed arab dares prances around on the mount of olives
call out the sheikhs with the short daggers open Pandora's box
stop this ***** at all cost, summon all from the Red seafarers

This is no tale for Rome do not quote me rhyme or reason
for its been said that here Prince turned down ivory vessels
dared to answer back our charlatan Tax Collectors an knaves
worst of all he carries a sword unsurpassed and proves capable
charges are greed for owning such a sword incomparable to ours
and greed for not sharing even a touch or a look to those ivories
his fate is henceforth sealed, that sword shall not be polished again

to be continued....

And the three lions
were caged and tormented
then starved roused and flogged
then grill gates opened to release them
ravenous and angry they trotted into the arena
where a lone moor was standing to be the dish of the day
the three lions circled the moor and roared and roared even  louder
but  strangely would not go rip up and eat the hapless moor
they pawed the dusty ground and growled and snarled
yet still refused to engage with the browned dinner
finally with a loud growl they turned away
back in their cages they told the others
these people stole us from our homes
we are not from this cold continent
we are not indigenous to this place
and that poor dinner was also
from our home continent
why do these thieves
and bloodthirsty
vagabonds
want us
to be
like
them
this is thievery and cultural misappropriation
we don't belong here for a start and look how we're threated
and we don't as a rule eat humans and not stolen ones at that
can you believe the arrogance cheek and barbarism of these people

I see lots of lonely people
looking to belong and grasp validation
in a lonely city with no promises
amongst fellow debris and the liked misshapen

I see milling fixed minds galore
where rationality is too arduous to befriend
and solace fares in futilities as real
all on point to do as told and never question why

I see them dreamers of lost dreams in now
throwing dismayed spittle and retching dark spite
to find comfort in pained remembrance
choking in shared tableau of miseries and guilty as sins in chapeau

I see bible pushers hiding in sins
playing Caesar's games and licking onto Caesar
to sell themselves for devils rewards
and harbour waste and deceits in their brother's stained coat

I see the pretenders singing gospels
and concocted choristers baying refrains inglorious
in saturation and salutations to the gate keepers
who see sacrilege in finery of a lions mane but money in ivories

I see the underbelly of corrupted slaves
brooding in the markets of lesser choices for survival
and earn ***** lucre and a place on board
for in the forests of concrete jungle no one is brothers keeper

I see a lot of sad and forsaken souls
under control hanging in fear and terror of white lights
a million secrets hidden by distractions
anything and anyways to keep on breathing unseen and unknown

I see all of them and they see me
I am not of them neither they of me for its a tale of two cities
and the drama is not that black and white
rather the disingenuity of thieves in disingenuous politics

The leftist and anarchist

go better than kneeling on necks

they give you Molotov cocktails and matches

and teach you exactly how to kneel on each-others necks

it saves the hassle of ******* up ya lives 'n making ya'all paranoid

they're the authority on ******-up lives 'n paranoia just ask Stalin

and when ya ***** end up in jail as you subsequently would

you will join a Religious order to save ya ***** from ****

where another Teacher will tell you its holy to ****

all races and ethnicities for they are all evil

and if you blow yourself up with others

great rewards await you in heaven

and lots of holy **** ladies

so please fight for ya rights

to think for ya selves first

And then brothers

lets keep things

REAL.....