"guantanamo" poems
Human directives, veracities unverified
Bellies belching with anger, murderers
Udders dripping hate, foundling banters
Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate
Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink
Tear motions and debates of inequality
My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise
All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield
Emergency alarms sirens from 2003
The indefinite complications and hunger
A land of the displaced, starving nomads
Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts
Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious
A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws
Inhumane human interrogations persists
A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve
Force-feeding, torturous measures applied
All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed
A Rwanda slain in divide and rule
Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed
Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves
Machetes slashing necks and hands
A lust of power, a genocide slaughter
The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch
Autocratic regime boring divisions
Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust
The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles
Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill
Indifference pooled in pits and camps
The institutional social indoctrination
The honor and killing to expose shame
The violation and dishonor of moral fabric
For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values
Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit
Confessional secrets of only what lays within
A torment watching witnesses, all dangling
Marxists calls ships to stow ashore
Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit
Invalid contracts awaits signatures
The white immigrants to be enslaved
All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor
Wage packages taken to pay for freedom
Humans bought and sold to be owned
Slaves yorked and counted as assets
Bounded to serve plantations and homes
A human, non human, a chattel, a slave
A debt ******* offended and *****
Untamed and made to obey a master
A falling global strings unturned
Tunes strumming hate, war and pain
Human trafficking, violence, inequality
Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists
Commercialism, zero hour contracts
For if we have no rights, I have none
For if we have no peace I have none
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
PARODY OF "THE DUCK SONG"
A duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "No, we just sell this ********
But it's dumb, and I'll bet, you'll buy all of it!
Can we count on your vote?"
The duck said: "No."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "No, like I said yesterday
We just sell you ******** okay?
Why not vote for our guy?"
The duck said: "Good bye."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "Look, this is gettin' old.
I mean, ******** is all we've ever sold.
Why not give us your vote?"
The duck said: "How about... no."
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got any guns?"
The man said: "That's it! If you don't stay the **** away,
you're a terrorist bound straight for Guantanamo Bay.
So give us your vote!"
The duck said: "Adios!"
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day...
When the duck walked down where the Democrats go
And he said to the man runnin' the show:
"Hey! Got your Free Speech?"
"What?" "Got your Free Speech?" "No, why would I - oh..."
"Then one more question for you:
"Got any guns?"
And the man just stopped,
The he started to twitch,
He started to cry,
then started to *****
He said: "Come on, duck,
Let's go to DC.
Talk to Obama,
So you don't have to harass me."
So they went to DC,
And Obama said “Hey”.
Tried to shake the duck's hand,
And the duck said: "Hmm, no thanks.
“But you know what I think?
And this is real as it gets
I think DC...
I think DC...
I think DC
is full of ********
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
This job is just one long drawn out lobotomy.
Hey quit putting gum on the bottom of these desks you *******
I can think of a few ways to get out of here but I don't think I can afford a ****** harassment lawsuit.
I'm about 2 minutes away from a faking a seizure and about 5 from a real one.
Hey Guantanamo Bay, are your methods of torture outdated and boring? Then have I got a deal for you...
You think you can just drop Seinfeld references and I won't pick up on them? You thought wrong, *****
I think I lost the ability to see color...
All work and no play makes Ashton a dull boy...
I'm still waiting on Betty White to crawl her old *** out here and tell me this is some kind of practical joke.
Homelessness is looking more and more like a serious option
Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm.
Enough is enough! I have had it with all these ************* boogers on these ************* desks!
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Bear with a sore head
Takes coyote on post haste
Bore v. Trickster tried
Hung court just verdict
Bought ideologically
Branded! Brig banished
Like Guantanamo
Force fed on stale chalk
Red glib ref to beasts
Totalists with clubs
Tabulate ***** ad hoc
Bring shame to beating
When stops suicide?
Noble savage survives best
Practice leads young straight
Where head caravans?
Lossless nomads swim through sand
To moor oases
Connect with bazaars
Extra-exponential rock
Scissors paper cuts
Exacto-knifed sharp
Cards tabled until sure things
Made deals pay upfront
Cold hard confidence
Wannabe men drive sweet game
Put all together
Touch trumps tears takes no prison
Uncaged roam space free
Our place ancients planned
Body mind spirit heart team
Here earth *** soils worms
Compost ground debris
Bred sustenance seeds rich peat
Brings about the end
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
.
1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
If you hang up the phone
he'll just send in a drone
when a warrant won't really suffice.
2. Neutrality
The internet's meant to be free,
yes for all, such as you, such as me.
But now there's some doubt -
will it lose all its clout
with the death of neutrality's spree?
3. Privacy
'twas surely our forefather's dread
all our emails would someday be read.
Now that push comes to shove
by the powers above,
private thoughts must now stay in our head.
4. Guantanamo
Guantanamo bay's a resort
where the fishing's a fabulous sport -
with your back on a board
tepid water is poured
spawning tales for a kangaroo court.
5. Banks
To bountiful bailouts give thanks
for there's nothing much richer than banks -
making money galore
taking homes from the poor
while they're managing mortgaging pranks.
6. Health
If you live in the States don't get sick
(lest a cut of the upper class clique).
Whether injured or ill
all they'll give you's a pill -
if you're lucky you'll surely die quick.
7. Economy
Our economy's doing just fine
lying dead with a slug in the spine.
So come follow the call
where there's money for all
and pure profit's the bottom-most line.
8. Safety
Vigilantes and cops are wide spread -
as for justice… not even a shred.
The avengers of right
score when stalking the night
so beware of a cap in the head.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Give them no ribbons. My dear friend who was following orders in Vietnam
was blown to bits when he tripped a wire. Give him no ribbons. Ribbons and medals will not bring him back to his wife who is now in her mid-70s, whose two sons and one daughter each have families of their own, but have no Grandpa whose knee to sit on and play games with and just have fun and laugh with. Michael Dillinger went to Iraq to fight because W told him to. Unfortunately, his amored truck hit a road mine and killed Michael instantly.
Ribbons? They gave ribbons to Michael's mother before they buried Michael in Arlington? Ribbons, for God's sake! Did those ribbons and medals really help console Michael's mother? Did Cheney ever call her to see how she was doing? No, he was in charge of creating what he called "enhanced interrogation," a gross euphemism for unspeakable torture and terror that went on at countless, secret camps in the countries of our allies, and still goes on at Guantanamo even today. Give them no ribbons. Take all the ribbons and medals you can find that were given to those soldiers who gave their very lives for lies, for all those soldiers now lying in all the VA hospitals throughout our country, their bodies permanently disfigured, their minds completely lost, and dump that pile of ribbons and medals in the front yard of wherever W lives in the suburbs of Dallas.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
two hundred years ago
or so
this title might have read
"America", etc.,
according to the myth
that then was strong
and still exotic
and promising to aliens
with no experience
today, after Wounded Knee, the Trail of Tears,
the Civil War, the Restoration, all the lynchings,
after Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Nicaragua,
the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,Lybia, Syria & cetera,
Ferguson, Baltimore, & cetera,
"America" has disappeared
it has, in fact, become quite evident
that to subsume the continent
on the far side
of the Atlantic or Pacific
with this name
will do no more
in truth, it rarely ever did
the mythic notion
of a just and free society
was definitely buried at My Lai,
Panama City, on the desert plains
of Kurdistan, the Baghdad prisons,
and Guantanamo
by racist violence & arrogance
and pitiful ideas of white supremacy
the usa today lies bare
of the old promise of 'America'
street people, rampant fundamentalists,
drugs, and low employment rates,
in a society that longs
despite its cherished myth
of tough but honest competition
for holy war in order to rebuild with profit
what it has destroyed with arms
that, to all evidence, cares not
a penny's worth for
the unbuildable
which never shows in the domestic census
or for the lives of others but their own brave boys
preferably white
who have in recent years
though with increasing discomfort
upon appointment by their country's presidents
achieved the dreary fame
of bombing back into the stone age
distant lands that had
just barely begun
to make it out from there
* * *
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Leaders of the 'Free World':
Get jobs inflating hot air baloons
with all that hot air you love to blow,
Then perhaps you'd make an honest living
and your words would be useful
not just to you and yours, but to those you claim to seek to help.
WE ARE SERFS
WE ARE PEONS
WE ARE PAWNS
WE ARE STATISTICS
WE ARE UNITS TO BE EXTORTED
WE ARE UNITS OF PRODUCTION
WE ARE THE UNTOUCHABLES
Our right is to worship our system
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
People pray for their mortal life's extension
Others for peace, for hate and wars prevention
Some atone for sins too dark to mention
Me? I pray for salvation from convention
People pray in aid of middle eastern tension
Others for freedom, no more Guantanamo detention
Selfish suits pray for the latest invention
Me? I pray for salvation from convention
People pray for the safeguard of their pension
Others for good, for evil's condemnation
Some pray for forgiveness for an earlier conversation
Me? I've lost faith
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 6:05 AM UTC
gratitude
longitude
gonorrhea
gonna free uh
my soul, I guess...
and by so doin' I
guess I'll be freein'
everything and nothin' at all
because it's all just a fall
between the masters
and their dolls and
nothing is free until you
take it but, guess what?
it's not ours to take!
it's ours to fake until we make,
'cause freedom isn't something
you can have, it's something
you can be, mufuckas say
freedom ain't free, well shiiii,
that's 'cause it's priceless!
so slice and dice this,
I'm a pretty rainbow Pegasus
sittin pretty sittin flightless
'til I can understand that I might just
be a rhyming hippopotamus
whose rhymes are unfortunately fatherless and
c'mon, papa, don't you wanna see where the story goes?
and not abandon your words on the side of the road like a dead rose froze crackle crack thorn ***** blood and I love you but I'm freezing and I can see you leaving like another medicine wheel spinning but this time there's no sugar and it's starting to taste a little too much like a salty silk noose around here, but I'm just a silly goose and I'm just trying to break loose because I'm a ******* water buffalo with ten thousand pounds of dreaded days weighing me down. So it's time to break me down 'cause it's orange jumpsuit day and that means it's time to play on Guantanamo Bay.
Don't you dare speak about that!
Okay, I guess we're just a horse girdle saddle strap bit heel to the side and canter, but can't my blinders be at least a little bit smaller?
It might help.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
*DUCT TAPE
"Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape."
- from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak"
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
they tell us they are for peace.
So I ask them:
Do flowers bloom
or grass grow
held in such chains;
or seeing humans
suffer such pains?
~~~~~
Mountains weep,
and I speak in tear filled oceans,
whose ebb and flow
erode my beach of hope;
all I have left are curses
told in Arabic qasid verses.
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
ripping apart innocent people's limbs,
they say they are for peace.
And I ask:
will birds fly
and sing their songs,
or will they,
like so many of us,
have only plastic legs
held together with duct tape?
~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10
(Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)*
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
*Your votes could have established dark powers over all control,
Such votes could have made the smallest part exceed the whole.
Only groundless clamoring’s do the protests approve,
Instead, now the power is ours to punish and to remove.
But now false gods and evil cast their wares and express,
Defending their own evil servants or their own rhetoric’s distress.
Oh that my powers of saving truth were not confined,
I’d show you how you are being forced to believe that evil is best for your mind,
Making an example out of every one of our kind.
Must I at length wield the sword of justice and then withdraw?
Ore the cursed effects of trying to confuse the law!
How ill our fates are by their blood thirsty scam.
Beware my people! Of the fury of a patient man.
The law is what patience requires, watch the law show her single face.
And don’t be content to depend purely on grace.
Oh yes, her words are always true with a glaring eye,
She can erase terror and she will never die.
By their own evil arts 'tis her righteousness decreed,
Those dire artificers of lies shall finally be the ones to bleed.
Against themselves their own witnesses will swear,
Till viper-like their sinister plot they themselves shall be ensnared.
For they **** from the nutrients of their own ****** gore
Which was always their principle of the evil long before.
With Belial and with Belzebub they themselves will fight,
Once comrades, now foes, even their foes shall do them right.
Do not doubt this event as felicitous mouths engage,
They tell lies and show only of their own brutal rage.
Then let them all take their own resisted course,
To Guantanamo to finally find their long deserved remorse.
But when they stand up all breathless late at night,
Let their guilt rise up in them with redoubled might.
For lawful is powerful and still is still superior all around.
Even when long driven back at length it must stand its ground.
They all took their oath and gave their solemn consent,
So there will be no appeals under this firmament.
Henceforth a series of new times shall begin,
Though many painful years in long procession has woefully ran.
Once more this nation will be restored,
And all other nations will know the law is our lord.*
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I met a carny yesterday,
said he just got back from
a long stay at Guantanamo Bay,
that water-boarding didn't hurt
as long they used warm water.
That guy was a card,
but I wasn't buying
what he told me,
I ain't no mark.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
The road led down to the edge of a bay,
with waters of blue, on the other side of which lay
what seemed to be a camp with buildings long and low,
and surrounded by fences over which no man could go,
and figures in orange exercising in the yard,
and other figures in khaki who were probably their guards.
“There must be an entrance to this camp of theirs,”
said George to his team with a serious air,
“Let’s drive on up to the top of the bay,
and to the camp’s entrance find out the way,
that we may know just who these people are
and why they have all been put behind bars.”
Eventually they came to a barrier of steel,
intended to stop any entry and to seal
the camp off from the rest of the land,
and patrolled by soldiers with rifles in hand.
George asked them who the prisoners were,
and the soldiers replied “They are terrorists, sir.
captured by our army in Afghanistan,
and our job is to guard them the best way we can.”
from The Adventures of George
©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
aged 17 started aiming to be the man of his dreams
last year of high school finally he could do good deeds
and not worry about the embarrassing comments
aged 20 second year of uni and now he's boundless from freedom
he studies his Islamic history and engineering
a mind full of knowledge he's beaming
aged 23 graduating at last he dreamed for this moment for years
steps on the stage grabs his diploma
bold Thank You God for this moment
for happiness sake
aged 25 married to the most beautiful bride
promised her years and years of satisfaction
he was going to be a man who loved affection
goals were to raise a family with no negative distractions
loved this beautiful country
lots of liberty and safety
no denying it was near impossible to feel like a threat
there was no trouble
aged 30 had a daughter named her Zayna
beautiful young girl , he knew she had lots for the world
taught her how to read write and be free
a carefree child is all he wanted to see
Zayna grew with open minded views
viewed the beauty of not judging a man who seems as bad as the devil but inside could be like
the ying yang sign
aged 43 Zayna is now 13
witnessing her father loosing his dignity
after every racial comment that comes beneath his ears
he starts to fear
maybe soon he'll be a victim to this racist society all over his surrounding
beard so thick
wet because of his
tears
aged 45 ; 15 years have went by and never has Zayna seen this
her father screams and yells 'im innocent i have not been dealt with these accusations'
'free me please I'm not what you think you see'
Zayna hides behind the door begging God to do something about this horror
aged 46: a year in Guantanamo couldn't get worse than this
he went through beatings
force feedings
psychological torture
his heart is becoming softer
brain is hallucinating
tears are flooding his mind
body's shaking
weaker and weaker
becomes his state
first name is Ahmed
last is Bashir
his mind full of knowledge
his knees weak due to fear
first name is Zayna
last name Bashir
lonely teenager
wishing her father would be there
-gz
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
6 6 6
¥
+
God created hell to punish all the free thinkers
But then mankind developed and created HIGH SCHOOL
And so god didn't need hell anymore
••
Kids
You ain't -- ****** up
You are --- ****** over !
••
You are EXACTLY how society wants you to be !
--
Are you gonna -- rebel ?
NO!!!
.......complain ?
HEAVEN FORBID!
Are ya gonna respect eachother ?
PERISH THE THOUGHT !
---
So what WILL you do
EAT **** AND DIE !!!
••
& write poem
Happy poems !
Praising the high class nature
of our impoverished suffering !!
••
HIGH SCHOOL is like Guantanamo bay
-
A prison torture chamber
Established for the same reason
••
TO BREAK YOU
TO BREAK YOUR SPIRIT
TO ENSLAVE YOU
TO STEAL YOUR POWER AND TO RENDER YOU LOVELESS !
•
Have they succeeded -? You tell me !
-•-
Well
At least your fellow poets are HERE
so you can write
a letter Home !
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
As I stumble down a paved road
I fumble with my cell phone
Trying to read the screen info and
the daily paper's digital memos...
I wonder which superhero will save the box office this year
or if we'll hear the guns of home, the guns that we let go.
I wonder if a fidget spinner tournament will bring home dinner
or if we'll hear the chains of Guantanamo, the chains that we ignore.
I wonder if Mattel's new fat barbie will sell real well
or if we'll hear the guns of Aleppo, of US-made shells
I wonder if Christmas will win the holiday war,
or if we'll hear the chains on your grandchildren, profiting the CEO
Don't care to see if Trump is tweeting
Fight and hope that war stops trending
Gut feelin' goverment has dropped the big one on us
Uncaring, and never-ending.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
Dear Karen Benvie
I right this to say that
I am very upset about
How you changed my life
Not for the better but
For the worst
You ****
Karen
If weren't for your bullying
And bad behavior
I wouldn't have been
In more trouble that I nearly was
Sent to guantanamo
Instead I would have been
A medical examiner
And you.....
In gitmo
Karen
If it weren't for you
I would not have
A dangerously low self-esteem
And inferiority complex
You ******* racist thot
Yes thot because you
Nearly stole my boyfriend
Because of what
I am Arab.
***** yourself
In hell.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma!
Teenagers - Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul,
friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory
memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes; homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities
and the Federal Republic of the
United States. Of course, Christian life,
safety cigarettes, plastic and damage,
burden and other diseases.
Like many people, Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience
in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire,
police and security when living in 2019 steel,
dogs, birds and refugees. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
So, all your troubles are at your feet,
and palm customers. Dancing artists,
dancers, actors and dogs. Memory's memory,
and new players of protein parts.
Questions for the European Union - Search results
Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes,
someone uses different methods, including depth and medication.
The dinosaur, angry Japanese people
make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union;
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes, homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness.
Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um:
Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels.
Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20,
available in traditional entertainment, potatoes
And her nephew, not plasma. Young -
Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do
with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,
antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes,
factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States.
Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,
plastic and damage, burden and other diseases.
How many people, Burqina EU,
Internet creators have a rich experience.
The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live.
There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,
but it is not. Black and White are young and growing.
So, in general, her clothes, her clothing and her legs,
and her plates and she wears with her red boxers.
Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do with the bank.
High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries,
cities and the United States and punch, dogs,
chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
Create cars as you search for results ...
Make money creep using different methods,
including depth psychology and medication.
Found the oldest dinosaurs,
the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work,
work with colleague, partner, are consumed.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
And the Moth that has been with me through my travels whispers: The walls are thinner now,
the strikes come and the blades are sharp
they cannot understand the darkness you have endured
and some of your friends sleep with the women you're seeing
and some of them conspire to keep you down
And the woman you're with lays with multiple men and spits at your liberty
And the one you love more than anything is the one ramming you in the back with a sharpened knife
And still they try to hurt you
unaware that you have endured the intense low-vibrational frequencies of prisons in the Orion constellation
As energies like these are sent to places like Guantanamo Bay and the lows of Inner Earth and several underground torture camps
You return a hermit to society, broken.
BUT IF YOU BELIEVE THEN YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING
You have to know that there is something greater out there, that there is a Higher Power and the Higher Power is within you
And that no pain or hardship can stand above This Power
That even death succumbs to this Power
Then you know that you have found the Source
Then you know you have been exiled and if you survive the emotional scars, psychological wounds and spiritual turmoil then you know that you have escaped hell
That's when you become Renaissance Man
That's when you know that you can stand among the Watchers, that's when you know that you have earned your place in the Galactic Councils
That's when you know that the Human Race Has A Chance
This is when you know without a doubt that you are Free.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
You touch us and we melt
sharing all known, we sink into the sea
you ask us to set free the prisoners
yet we can't let them go free
For political discussion has left us mute
it's just orders we take and never refute
if you want to converse get a pass
as you will have to kiss governmental ***
They may still have information
something that they did not disclose
our laws say we can keep them
till the ******** rot in hell
Yet here you are in the name of freedom
telling us to let them go
well one by one we will brake them
so you have just a shattered shell
For each one that killed one of ours
we should take a thousand of theirs
in our fortress island of torture
we **** and poke those that did fall
Oh yes we wear conventionalist right khaki
we stand up straight as the loser's crawl with bright tags
and so what, if we play heavy metal all day and night
as they pray to their black god Mohammed in their oily rags
We will not let them go
whatever you pray to say
not for you or the fallen
not from Guantanamo Bay
Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC