Something Worth Writing

Ebola The Life Eater

Feeding on hundreds of beings below and above
The surface of the earth.
No respect for any human.
Deadly to the breathing beings.
Feastin and
Eating human flesh, deep in body and
Skin with less care.
Till all is left is a bleeding carcass
Soaked mercilessly in blood.
Left bare
To be snatched by unseen death.
Cold tears Rollin'
For those griped off by Ebola.
Economy shaken , love shaken, safety at large shaken.
Rich or Poor
Christian, moslem, non-beliver, believer all stolen
By Ebola.
Does Jesus Care???
Everybody frightened
But now who will be next???

Born Better Than Me
I was born into a name:
A name that's full of shame
Because it doesn't have money,  it doesn't have fame,
All it has are drunkards and pain.

I was born into disease,
It comes and goes as it would please,
It affects everything I think I see,
But will nobody help me?

I was born into a family,
Broken, shattered,  then came me,
Unwanted,  unloved,  un everything.
Somebody help me,  please!

A Jihadist, a Brit and a Yank walked into a bar and bought himself a drink.

It's occurred to me
that if they don't get their war soon
more people will die needlessly
that's to say, a whole bunch of people
are already marked for a bloody exit
might as well get it over with
so the rest of us can live
in relative prosperity for half a century


don't get me wrong
I'm all for the human rights
and almost sigh
when I think of the plight of Gazans
and Malaysians, Ukrainians,
black Americans, Mexican children, Iraqi Yazidi
Sudanese, Japanese
the fish, the birds, the bees..

have you seen the tv?

news just in, The Whitehouse have given its strongest indication yet that it will commence a ground war against the Russian federation. In a somber speech president O' Bomber hinted that the NSA, through their agents in Germany's various intelligence networks have uncovered evidence that Vladimir Putin has fathered the hundreds of thousands of south American refugee children gangbangers clogging up the borders.

meanwhile in the United nations Yawn Kerry held up two large mail-sacks and said that american intelligence have found over half a million fathers day cards addressed to a Vladimir residing in Russia.



 
     

Sunder



Permanent grins pose while clothing flutters,
desolate flags of nothing. The roars and screams
have faded to dust and clicks, holding the page
wide open. Cue the moans, the thin slices of panic,
the breathless grief haunting each street.

Leave us be.

Our bones want to untwist, align with yesterday's ley lines
that said week followed week into the grey mists of heredity.
Pearl promises crack, chip, crumble in the rubble.
The light floods in, and we float on, hands unclasping
from silver wisp tethers. This pain is for the living.

Now, always.














(Gaza, Ukraine, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Afghanistan, Nigeria, Colombia...)

today's news is

today's news is
legs get spread by the gun of cain
and able beheads the storytellers of the king
abraham prepares his baby for sacrifice
while his teenagers joke about the ice water
folly of the masses to quell death in donations
blood pours from the holes in bodies
because we can't stop eating monkeys
or putting bullets in each other
it’s a daisy sun burst blue cloud larvae
resurrection from the slaughters world
no matter how many trees we hug
the soldiers bayonet will always find
a ripe belly to unburden of its fruit

You all have really risen to this challenge and I thank all who have entered so far.

Although I still don't have time to read these with the attentiveness these deserve, I can see that it won't be easy to pick one and that there are many writers out there who see what's up!

I gotta run again,
Thanks fellow DUers

A sad world



Freedom, I love you dearly.
It saddens my heart beyond the deepest of regret, to see you slip away.
As if ebola had stricken your poor soul.

And as the dirt comes to mud, upon the dropping of souls.
A darkness follows these people, everlasting afflictions upon these heads.
Men of evil enter the woman of innocents, alas she is no more.


Is the hero fading? Does he save everyone to fall by his own hand?
Afar, afar is peace, never destined to us.

As the sun fades into a dark day.
Blackness fills these streets.
The iniquities of the remorseless, feels the shiny soul with a divine hate.

As the fire burns both man and beast, so to the evil of the greedy, the hate of the heartless, the desperation of the mislead.

SPRATLY ISLANDS DISPUTE

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Betwixt and between my brothers’ quarrels
Not wanting to side with either one of them
Torn among nations fighting for oil
How long will the war of words prevail
Until a bloody bath is imminent
Only the future holds the key

When push comes to shove
Who do you think shall I pick
Because blood is thicker than water
The obvious choice is my brother
Who could it be—the emerging one from the East
Or the big brother from the West

I’m still betwixt and between my brothers
Because I have walked with them
Through the shadows of darkness,
Enjoyed the fruits of labor in the light of day
Hope the day shall not come
When the final bell’s tolls are unheard



(The Spratly Islands dispute is a territorial dispute over the ownership of the Spratly Islands, a group of islands located in the South China Sea and lie off the coasts of the Philippines, Malaysia and South Vietnam)

A dog's monument
At Gettysburg Lincoln stated that four score and seven years before a nation was brought forth, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. He dedicated the ground for those who gave their lives that that nation might live.
Four score and nine years ago, 20 men and their sled dogs risked their lives in what later became famous as "The Great Race of Mercy" to bring hope to the diphtheria-stricken town of Nome. This heroic deed was honoured by a bronze statue of Balto, the lead dog of the final sled in that relay.
What kind of monument should be erected, four score and eight years from now, to remember that we hesitated to give some money for the fight against famine, thirst, and disease that humanity of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth? A piggy bank?

WAKE UP....

I''m awake
My back aches
Different bed
Words going through my head
'You are who you are, there should be nothing to dread'....

What goes on in my life is minor
When you look at James Foley who lost his head
Such a barbaric act with such a small knife
Or are we being fed news media hype

A car alarm sounds off in the night
Like a reminder that all is not right
People jump from one camp to another
Believing what they've watched or read
I'm not saying it's not....true
It's just takes a lot to weed through the bullshit

From James Foley who's death was barbaric
Done in the name of Islam, hijacked by another group of fundamentalists
Who've interpreted their religion, their Holy Koran to suit their actions
To Warriena 'Rrie' Wright who lost her life trying to get away from a man who made her fear for her life

They say we've evolved, humans, top of the evolutionary race
We haven't evolved we've just become more sophisticated with our hate
To plunder, kill, exterminate
to keep whatever pack we belong to on top
There's always an ulterior motive to become involved in someone's plight
Whether it be the misapprehension 'our country is the best, you should be like us'
To 'I want what you've got so I'll fuck you up, make this happen, tell some bullshit so all will turn to shit'

Our governments are fucked,
We're fucked
Is it any wonder some bury their heads like an ostrich not wanting to be lead
Blowing up the Middle East will not solve the problem as someone said
Get that idea out of your fucking head

Be the pebble, create those ripples
Be the example of the changes you want, that are needed
And for god's sake THINK FOR YOURSELF
and be flexible....change your opinion when presented with new information
If you don't vote you're a bloody idiot
Vote with your feet and tell the governments to fuck off
If you don't like their lot....

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THE KILLING OF A MESSANGER
 
If there is no God
 
There can be no Heaven
 
And if Heaven doesn't exists
 
Neither can Hell
 
Today I watched the Devil
 
Butcher a brave young man
 
So I petition all the powers of the cosmos
 
If there isn't a Hell
 
There sure as 'Hell' ought to be!

.:Place Your Ears Where We Can Feed 'Em; Do It Now:.

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coming & going
his way

still ramming & ranting but

nothing to say

knowing upon arrival
they wouldn’t
play

the clash; him
looking for the muzzle flash
odds against him

dead to NO rights; they
got ‘em  

right alongside, “HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE ‘EM”

yet, there’s not one who’ll believe ‘em

that sound
not the
first nor the second but

inna second

full clip
into the 3’rd

unique was “the almost” clarity he heard
so absurd

that lowering of THE BOOM
the very definition of

eliminating his
gloom

hard to mimic...or to explain
the distinct way in which
it rang

out

from room
to doom
to

tomb

see they had given up on him.. long time ago
but they came anyway
seemingly in
slo-mo

while knowing
not all emotions are exact
some are just
un-adjusted mental issues along
with a snack

these hacks
our best guess?
writing what they feel is facts

deeds done without fear
where the last & only sound he heard

.
.
.

same hacks with their,  “ALL CLEAR”

Whispers In Finnish

Bieber-fever reigns supreme
And Kim can’t decide what color to paint her nails.
Mother Hell has opened her dress
And a journalist is beheaded.

”Herra, anna meille anteeksi kaikki”

The birthday parties go on
And the sun continues to rise.
The Rider on the Black Horse swings his sickle
And a journalist is beheaded.

”Herra, anna meille anteeksi kaikki”

Babies are born
And every mall has a sale
While the politicians are making their own rules
And a journalist is beheaded.

”Herra, anna meille anteeksi kaikki”

I try to see beyond world,
But I have my own woes,
As the guns of war open fire
And a journalist is beheaded.

”Herra, anna meille anteeksi kaikki”


(Translation:  ”Lord, forgive us all”)

I want to be safe,
I want to smile again.
Please let me stay,
I mean no harm.

BANG!

I come in peace,
Please listen to me.
I need a place for a night,
Is it not harmless,
To let a broken lady
Hide from the terrible
Lay low from the horrible,
For one measely night?

BANG!

You shoot the innocent,
Firing bullets into the unknown.
Tearing limbs blood by blood,
To seek the small truth.

Selfish.

BANG!