Empires Engage Roll Out New Map Exploitation
how easily is humanity lost
in flying wars of oiled invasion
in high tech hate flown destruction
in no fly zones target selection detonations
in widening expanding missions escalations
soon civilian buildings bodies are blown ruins
agendas political destroy people cities countries
laid waste lives in smoke screens of propaganda
as empires engage roll out new maps exploitations
seizing life liberty limbs in resource reallocation's
sanctified by justified speeches drumming applause's
safe sterilized push button decisions secure oiled profits
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Liberating Appropriated Oil Fields
no fly zone targets
blows up civilian buildings
pilot sick joke scopes
blowing up Muslim man
in foreign invaded land
is not reason for celebration
political oiled wars
secures rights to oil wells
secures rights to oil fields
secures supply pipe lines
secures refinery departure ports
secures invaded countries
poem by Terence George Craddock
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NATO Policy Sows Napalm Dreams
flesh continues to burn
fools continue to buy
shares in foreign oil wars
as phosphorous replaces napalm
as NATOs hot missile of choice
for burning up men women children
civilian collateral damage
totally their fault for living in
lovely prime oil sand lands
when NATO war extends
united nations no fly zones
into their houses buildings
a dozen civilians
killed for a single
dug in soldier is
good math to advance
sortie sporty attack keep
oiled war on schedule
got to get those oil fields
pumping secure black gold
at resource ripe any cost
in deleted former Arab ally land
while covert beast born in the east
masturbates over shame ill gotten
disgrace noble peace prize illicit
as fake as infamous birth certificate
black ops sending in crack illicit
troops puppet string starting
controlling new wars while sly
ordering high tech SS style
cattle wagons from China prepared
for future solution to protesters
after spawn satan seed is reelected
to office spun solutions all sold
in name of policy homeland
security enemies master created
according to new master plan
lightening is falling from the sky
Hitler's successor preordained
is already planning global world conquest
Inspired by the poem ‘Napalm Dreams’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ruthless Military Invasions In An Age Of Empires
one particularly sad aspect
of ruthless military invasions
in an age of expansion empires
is the concept of race superiority
recurring arrogant master race theory
repeating since ancient civilizations
the nationalism of race superiority
blind allegiance to dictator leaders
moron clone mind syndrome soldiers
justifies invasion exploitations
of innocent civilian populations
first sell hoax invasion pretexts
moron clone mind syndrome ensures
citizens ranting support our brave soldiers
their bombing killing tortures rapes?
you have not heard of soils of wars?
sad necessity of collateral damages?
prime objective control resources?
do not be calling evil good
return evil not in political causes
let the meek share the earth
'my brother hurts
I share his pain
I meet God in him'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Oh, Stop the War, Please!
Oh, stop the war, please!
The world needs only peace;
’Tis time to come back boys!
This war will not conclude;
More people seem to die;
More civilians will get maimed;
In-fighting will kill more;
Afilled with hate, hearts grow;
The place is no more safe;
Democracy won’t work.
Why force a kind of rule,
The people don’t welcome?
Why stay in alien land
And miss your kith and kin?
And blunders too were made;
Their hatred will not fade;
Money spent was all waste;
Reconstruction costs more;
Your lives are now at stake;
’Tis better you return;
Let people choose their rule.
Their land is in ruins;
The world is not happy;
The war was one-sided;
Repercussions will come;
This world can’t be all safe;
Terrorism will grow;
War is a wasteful show;
Why waste your precious time
And risk your life and limb?
When civilian unrest breaks,
No army can succeed;
The horrors of the war
Are fresh in hearts and minds;
Why waste your billions
Over ones who don’t want you?
Your country needs you back;
Your family yearns too;
Don’t you prolong the war;
Wars are always futile,
The innocent blood shed
Will bring curses on you;
So, return boys, won’t you?
You have just stayed enough;
There’s much to do at home;
You need to rest for now!
poem by John Celes
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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All Nations Accountable Before God
All sovereign countries
are important to God.
All nations peoples
cultures are important to God.
Yet in the United Nations
few countries really count
select few dominate veto vote
decide fate of peoples nations
carve up choice world spoils.
United Nations politic monopoly
an African country exploited here
an Arab country oil carved up there
all impinges upon sovereign rights
cultural heritage civilian liberty
innocent lives lambs slaughter slavery
invade Muslim Afghanistan Iraq Libya
occasionally get United Nations
approval for chosen conflict zones
naive believe agenda NATO flying pilots
create war on terrorism justified slogans
but forget not divine God knows plans
time avenges cultures nations peoples
proud pharaoh his nation suffered plagues
all nations eventually judged as God says
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World’s Clarion Call: Stop All Wars; Love Your Brethren!
Wars spread terror;
Wars cause horror;
Wars kill persons;
Wars maim people;
Wars pollute air;
Wars contaminate soil;
Wars destroy buildings;
Wars ravage cities;
Wars ruin countries;
Wars cause hatred;
Wars are expensive;
Wars escalate prices;
Wars create enemies;
Wars generate ill-will;
Wars instill mistrust;
Wars make the poor, poorer;
Wars make the world,
A difficult place to live in;
Don’t waste money on futile wars.
Love settles conflicts;
Love gets friends;
Love converts foes;
Love leads to dialogue;
Love spreads brotherhood;
Love brings lasting peace;
Love leads to progress;
Love is all-encompassing;
Love is the key to human problems;
Love rules the universe;
Love leads to heaven;
Stop the wars and love your brethren;
Science should improve man’s plight;
Unite against human calamities;
Fight diseases, poverty, and illiteracy;
Leaders should give up their ego;
The world should be free of fear;
Peaceful co-existence should bring all near;
Make the earth more habitable for all.
This is the world’s clarion call!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-30-2007
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Humanitarian Help Sly Given Flies Well Ordered
cobweb spun over sight eye
scan is a three dimensional pilot’s
scope hung upon a perspex canopy
advancing technology allows
vision to span far horizons at hyper speed
few have authorized privileges to target
distances with such chilling precise speed
with politics bitter fruits hidden agendas
renders a nation’s stealth ploy technological
achievements apex ace aviator abilities alas
subservient puppet planes to oiled war greed
a NATO no fly zone imposed to gain new fields
of shifting sand conceals access oil tanker port
taken possessions necessary to milk oil profits
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Become A Person Of Value: Vote Peace
It was Albert Einstein who said
'Try not to become a man of success,
but rather try to become a man of value.'
I forgive my humble point, fail to see value,
in nations press gang forcing their top league
nuclear physicists into race creating insane;
weapons of mass destruction to obliterate
foreign flag civilian cites filled with victim
men women children military maps targeted;
propaganda sold to herd morons tax supporting,
believing in first strike winnable nuclear holocaust.
'M.A.D. not meaning insane but Mutual Assured
Destruction.20 megatons a bomb equals
a thousand Hiroshima's.' Manhattan Project
Trinity Test Gadget plutonium bomb atop;
a 100-foot tower is ghost nuclear nightmare haunting
threatening human race survival doomed to 'dumb'
prepared (deep underground military bunkers) elite;
classified selected citizens living in new age cities,
your plebs tax dollar paid for, never knew existed?
Hide in earthquake proof caves below molten seas.
War sick skull & bones millions of dollars a minute
industry playing Russian Roulette with Peacemaker
nuclear Missiles political leadership new world order!
I reaffirm what I proclaimed in 1984 world vision.
'Bacteria, from millions of unburied dead,
produce all manner of admirable epidemics.
Your immune system - ruined by radiation
you are at merciless mercy of horrific plagues.
The luckless living envy the ashen dead.'
It was Albert Einstein who said
'Try not to become a man of success,
but rather try to become a man of value.'
I think I'm onto it, victims of vision dreams, live this formula.
It is wrong to stockpile play with arsenals of nuclear weapons!
Illuminati kill peacemakers Gandhi, Malcolm X, Doctor King.
'The flash of the president's pen
deals with the life of men.
Starting a war settling a score
all happens so far away.
(Invasion Iraq Afghanistan Libya
puppet oil wars killing your sons.)
Why gamble your life away
why drink into the grave
why sign the death of an age?
It takes a man to say he's wrong
a man to stop the bomb;
any imbecile can push a button.'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Behold Changing Faces Of Persecution
The history of religious persecution
the names honour roll of martyrs
who have died for their faith
goes back thousands of years
crosses countries continents
genders all sections of societies
religions like new boys on the block
suffer pain martyrdom as faith price
emergent religions begin to rise
are eliminated or rise to dominance
when if power political control
is attained so often comes the turn
abuse of power distortion of prophets
original message tolerant love peace
becomes distorted by those who use
religion to further agenda political
need to convert control dominate
becomes crusades wars international
conflict as despots annex land claims
empires resource need oils aggression
political pretext is always righteous
war on terror to protect nations freedoms.
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In The Time That It Takes To Park A Cream Coloured Car
On a autumn day in the time
that it takes to park a cream coloured car
a devastating ball of fire, of flame
detonates shattering
in Church Street, Pretoria
on the twentieth of May nineteen eighty three
causing shrapnel to fly down in the street
splintering, scattering
flying, piercing glass
from all the buildings facing the street
in a deadly shimmering rain
murdering, maiming blowing to bits
the innocent civilian men, women and children
passing by in the street
for a political cause
giving a loud hell of a bang
of a applause
as if the whole of humanity
has gone insane
leaving blood, guts, body parts
and the survivors in terrible pain.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Hate...
I hate,
hate that I can't trust
I hate,
hate that I must lie because they'd rather believe I'm fine.
I hate,
hate who I've been.
I hate,
hate to make decisions.
I hate,
hate that I can't hate those I should.
I hate,
hate my life.
I hate,
hate that I can't die.
I hate,
hate to live in fear and hate.
I hate,
hate my uncertainty.
I hate,
hate the lies people tell me.
I hate,
hate that I believe.
I hate,
hate those that wish their lives were mine.
I hate,
hate all emotion that's mine.
I hate,
hate that I need others.
I hate,
hate my own d*mn incompetence.
I hate,
hate that there's so much to hate.
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All Blood Bleeds Red When Shot
peace activists do not wait
for a window of opportunity
free of political restraints
ignore state imposed sanctions
fair-weather or foul protest
devote lives to causes of peace
or agendas to better society
peace activists ignore spin doctors
political rhetoric spreading hate
divide conquer invasion messages
all humans embrace as brothers
all blood bleeds red when shot
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Prophetic Dreams Vision Non Disclosure
Planned out written in inner cycle mind
never executed in non classified copy hard
mission stealth ultra prophetic ploy dreams
invasion Libya NATO propaganda tactics
newsreal realities to be BBC coverage news
perception of public reception to target plans
secret agendas not revealed zero exposures
no fly zone foot in door exploits opportunities?
Causation expansion remapping former Arab oil allies
war on terrorism allows extensive Muslim dominations
resistant independence repercussions future martyr haunts
world political domination versus ancient Bible code goals.
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One Too Many
From the mistakes of the past we have not learned and war again it is being waged today
And in any war there never is a winner and for every war there is some price to pay
And everyone who dies in war is one too many whether it be soldier or civilian is the one to fall
It should not matter all people are equal and a soldier too is human after all.
Armies are still invading other Countries and this is the twenty first century
As long as we are ruled by ruthless people we never will know World harmony
There always is two sides to every story and those who cause wars must pay the transgressors price
And history will never look too kindly on those with power who have made the wrong choice.
This war to rid Iraq of Saddam Hussein is something we ought not to celebrate
How can you liberate a population if huge destruction in their Country you create,
On others you cannot impose your values by good example one can only lead
This war is hardly about liberation this war about it has the stench of greed.
Another war to start another century such a waste of human life and environmental destruction seems a shame
And of course there are two sides to every story and one side is not entirely to blame
And the Iraqi people will be the big losers it is their Country that is being destroyed
And this war like every war is very brutal and many injured and too many have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The World Needs Peace, Not Through Wars!
What loss of lives and destruction!
Can lives all lost ever return?
How many more will have to die?
Can one man’s death bring back lives lost?
What pollution, a war can add!
Let Cats who declare wars on mice,
Take the blame and pay the price!
War is a gambling game like dice;
War is a futile exercise.
One cannot fight wars with mere knives;
War is a waste of human lives;
Alas, will nations realize
That keeping peace is always wise?
Wars can begin without a cause;
The world can’t have a single boss!
One nation can’t stifle the rest,
Or try to be always the best.
The world body must give OK!
The world must say to wars, all ‘nay’;
For lasting peace, war isn’t the way!
The cost of wars, who will repay?
The world must find out other ways,
Avoiding wars in future days;
Each nation must unmask its face,
And set on peace, its gaze always!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-1-2007
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Remove the word war out of mind and dictionary
Me and mine in man
Created hate and boundaries
Converted them into countries
Filled
Cast, color, creed and religion
In the minds of people
To possess more and more
Became the ultimate goal
Wars resulted
Killing the innocent
In the name of god,
Land and authority
Became passion of many
Innocent men, women
And children died
Millions wounded
Many lived without limbs
Throughout their lives
Families broke
Lives displaced
For the ego of few
New arms invented
New methods of killing
Designed
Madness continues
From many ages
Leaders talk about humanity
But act like demons
Let the madness end
Throws the arms in the sea
Live like humans
Remove the word war
Out of mind and dictionary
Let the goal be
Love and humanity
Irrespective of
Color, religion or country
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Paradise Lost The Tragedy Of Fallen Humanity
paradise found a precious birth miracle misty
paradise lost the tragedy of fallen humanity
we seek strive instinctively to find creatively
our way back to earth womb original sanctuary
an angel no longer stands guard prohibitively
denying entrance with sword drawn threateningly
industrialization allows us to waste mechanically
all ground before us in curse resource banditry
we destroy habitats life ozone layer simultaneously
we destroy our planet in degrees with impiety
we destroy ourselves in soulless dismal stupidity
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Topography
After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly form the left my
moon rising slowly form the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
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Losses
It was not dying: everybody died.
It was not dying: we had died before
In the routine crashes-- and our fields
Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks,
And the rates rose, all because of us.
We died on the wrong page of the almanac,
Scattered on mountains fifty miles away;
Diving on haystacks, fighting with a friend,
We blazed up on the lines we never saw.
We died like aunts or pets or foreigners.
(When we left high school nothing else had died
For us to figure we had died like.)
In our new planes, with our new crews, we bombed
The ranges by the desert or the shore,
Fired at towed targets, waited for our scores--
And turned into replacements and woke up
One morning, over England, operational.
It wasn't different: but if we died
It was not an accident but a mistake
(But an easy one for anyone to make.)
We read our mail and counted up our missions--
In bombers named for girls, we burned
The cities we had learned about in school--
Till our lives wore out; our bodies lay among
The people we had killed and never seen.
When we lasted long enough they gave us medals;
When we died they said, 'Our casualties were low.'
They said, 'Here are the maps'; we burned the cities.
It was not dying --no, not ever dying;
But the night I died I dreamed that I was dead,
And the cities said to me: 'Why are you dying?
We are satisfied, if you are; but why did I die?'
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