Seals Captured No Killed Osama Bin Laden?
If you go down to Virginia Beach your sure of a big surprise
navy seals are playing videos of shooting unarmed Bin Ladin?
USA proudly cheering shooting this 53 year old unarmed man
before his wife's eyes as peering out of his bedroom window?
the best America has got could not capture an unarmed old man
could not capture a woman without shooting her first in the leg?
yes navy seals cannot capture one married couple is a surprise
they claimed a Jihad hero used his wife as a shield told gross lies?
as Obama said they located then killed on his watch by his orders
Bin Laden political assassination aim to seal Obama's reelection?
Bin Laden's body not buried within 24 hours dumped in the sea
no photographic or DNA evidence of Bin Laden's death released?
Operation Neptune Spear the elite seal team six kill operation
under the control of the Central Intelligence Agency equipped;
with military assault rifles with attached silencer suppressors
body armor night-vision goggles and handguns plays assassins;
launch heroic mission 6 helicopters 79 Commandos 1 war dog
attacks a house with 22 civilians including their wives children?
kills 5 wounds 3 manages to captive 17 women children alive
but oh the tactical errors losing a Black Hawk stealth helicopter?
final score 1 civilian killed was actually armed the woman killed?
was not armed the seals all fast-roped to the ground then ran up
three flights of stairs to get Bin Ladin none jumped onto the roof?
USA 10 year funded Mujahideen hero against the Soviets is alive?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Geronimo Ekia! (Enemy Killed in Action!)
" Geronimo Ekia! " The US Seals yelled
When the unarmed Osama was alone killed
monitoring the calls of al-kuwaiti,
the Courier to al-quwaida and tracing to his lair.
Besides the terror-outfits, he urged the disabled too,
take to guns to carve out a world of their own!
A ‘jigadhi' to millions but a terrorist to billions!
He deserved the nemesis so.
Why the Seals eased his body into Neptune's regime?
May be to refrain the pilgrims to his tomb
if numbed it into the land.
"Was it a victory to US? " "No", I say.
Before enmeshing the freedom-tigers in the Lankan war-field,
the bestial army killed the starved Tamils en masse;
shot at those surrendered and raped the womenfolk alas!
No Courier or scenes of war crimes in media-barred Eelam
woke up the UN which hopped then to give hope to the Libiyans.
It was a stunning victory to the Asian nations
for their arms cremated the thirst of the Eelamites!
They're unashamed to cry out help to Gaddafi later.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Ramp-Up To Re-Electıon
Seems Obama has regained his ability to hear
In light of pending election for a second term
Getting ousted from White House his biggest fear
So more empty promises ‘til votes confirm
Promises to reduce armed forces to pre-surge levels
Withdrawals ‘til 2014 when again “Afghans’ self-govern”
“By then we’ll have killed Bin Laden and Taliban devils”
“Then we can begin mining there for billions in precious metals”
We know this politician is lying when he speaks
We know this man will say anything to get elected
By using deception n’ other nefarious techniques
More of the same…
Unless Obama’s ploys are detected and corrected
Wake up Americans, before it’s too late
As the next 18 months determine our collective fate
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Imperial Drones
superpower arrogance
self aggrandized
American egodacity
White House
taking action through
negotiation negating force
as continues Bush's war on terror
now redubbed Obama's camera friendly
overseas contingency operation
under peace medal valor
of the administration
409 drone strikes - 2,114 unmanned casualties, -
...civilians killed...? can anyone keep count?
'no direct risk to American military personnel'
compared to
New York Times article,
unnamed former senior intelligence officials
criticisms over the White House's civilian death estimates:
"They count the corpses and they're not really sure who they are."
Indiscriminate
human rights violations
conducted outside
military chain of command
failure to comply with
international law
extrajudicial killings,
unacknowledged detentions
enforced exile and
mysterious disappearances
broken sovereignty justified?
CIA to unleash aggressive campaign
upon Islamabad
said a senior U.S. Official in regards to
the administration's attitude,
'What do we have to lose? '
May 20-21 NATO summit: President Obama
giving Pakistan's president, Zardari
cold shoulder in Chicago
before signing off on
eight Predator drone attacks
after Zardari refused to make a deal
as the White House had hoped
reopening troop supply pipeline
along Karachi ports
drone strikes attempt to intimidate
Pakistan's tribal belt
Pakistanis -
civilians, officials, and military leaders
into giving in to U.S. Demands.
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Unprotected species
The morning mist lifts and reveals.
A scattered colony of seals
Their breeding place beside the sea
protected by the enemy.
The fishermen who used to kill
and if allowed would do so still.
They do not dare to harm a seal
the penalties are all too real
The fisher men bitterly complain
the seals are free to fish again.
Unhampered by the silly rules
complied by bureaucratic fools.
The fisherman can’t understand
why they are bound by this command.
But not the seals apparently
They just ignore bureaucracy.
Seals are creatures of the sea
and as intended they are free
But the fishermen are not
That’s why they all bewail their lot.
22-Jun-07
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Wounded Knee Creek
Crazy Horse, War Chief of the Sioux Indians of the North American plains, was murdered by white soldiers on September 5th,1877. He was 35.
Soldiers from Fort Robinson came smiling
Pretending friendship to Crazy Horse
Offering the Sioux a lasting peace treaty
But only if the War Chief returned with them.
Trusting lies of those who never honoured any treaty
Crazy Horse rode unarmed into the fort
They barred the gates and held him by the arms
While private William Gentles bayoneted him twice.
Parents of Crazy Horse came to the fort
Took away the body of their warrior son
Secretly buried his majestic heart
At a place called Wounded Knee Creek.
American history records the Indian nations were finally defeated by white soldiers at a place called Wounded Knee Creek on December 29,1890. But it was a massacre. The Indians had surrendered. They were unarmed prisoners when the soldiers opened fire.300 men, women and children were killed.4 men, and 47 women and children survived.
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People in the Pentagon had colleagues killed and maimed by bin Laden. They're trying to find bin Laden and kill him and his cult. Naturally they consider that a legitimate thing to do, but they're having mixed success at the job.
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Destructive Retrograde
20 americans killed in combat
who shouldn't have been there
20,000 Somalians killed in american bombings
black hawk down
death squads and extermination programs funded by the CIA
what a ratio
the media lies.
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Middle Eastern Plan To Hijack Commercial Aircraft
Oil Date 1998 and 2000
George H.W. Bush a former President purchases
'The Best Enemies Money Can Buy' skip travels
to Saudi Arabia on behalf of the privately owned
Carlyle Group who are elite 11th largest defense
US contractor but who does Bush meet Bush meet...
In Saudi Arabia George H.W. Bush meets privately
with the Saudi royal family and bin Laden family?
Oil Date January 2001
Bush Administration orders FBI plus intelligence
agencies to 'back off' investigations involving
can't touch that Bush protected bin Laden family
including two of wanted Osama bin Laden's relatives
Abdullah and Omar living in Falls Church next to...
CIA headquarters previous orders protecting bin
Laden family dating back to 1996 frustrating efforts
to investigate al-Qaeda suspects in bin Laden family?
Oil Date Feb 13,2001
Richard Sale UPI Terrorism Correspondent
on trial of bin Laden's al-Qaeda followers
reports infamous National Security Agency
broke bin Laden's encrypted communications
are reading all Osama bin Laden's terror plans...
How does this mesh with wield fact US government
insists that 9/11 attacks had been planned for years
yet Bush keeps ordering zero bin Laden monitoring?
Oil Date May 2001
How bizarre Colin Powell Secretary of State gives
$43 million in aid to Taliban regime reportedly
to assist poor hungry Afghani farmers now starving
since destruction of their opium crop in January
on orders of Taliban regime drug intolerance policy …
Drugs war war on drugs covert money making policy?
Oil Date May 2001 (Smoking Guns)
Richard Armitage Deputy Secretary of State
a former Navy Seal a career covert operative
travels to India on a publicized known tour
meanwhile George Tenet CIA Director quiet
visits Pakistan meets Pakistani leader General...
Pervez Musharraf but but put the pieces together
Richard Armitage possesses Pakistani intelligence
connections long deep is recipient of the highest
civil decoration awarded by Pakistan so is is is it
reasonable to assume while in Islamabad Tenet...
in an unusually long meeting also met with his
Pakistani counterpart Lt. General Mahmud Ahmad
head of the ISI and upon what well oiled purpose?
Oil Date June 2001
German intelligence the BND warns CIA and Israel
Middle Eastern terrorists plan to hijack commercial
aircraft to use as weapons to attack important symbols
of American and Israeli culture but fear not no attack
can succeed NSA has broken bin Laden's encryptions...
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Capture It
The crashing seas
A box of bees
Capture the Crashes
Capture the Buzz
A skateboarder's stunts
Simply having fun
Capture the Stunts
Capture the Fun
First day at school
First swim in the pool
Capture the Uniform
Capture the Ripples
There's an Image for Everything
Every Occasion
Capture the Image
Capture The Moment.
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Enslaving Freedom Loving World To One Nation Whims
When Barack Obama is reelected will
American foreign policy still be violent...
destructive counter-productive invasion
wars sowing terrorist-recruiting hate?
Will manic desire to control Middle East oil...
to rule the world as modern empire-heirs
to Ancient Rome mean flexing more military muscle?
Remember Rome eventually made too many enemies...
enslaving freedom loving world to one nation whims.
Rome slaughtered millions over hundreds of years
in entertainment arena millions of slain people animals...
without mercy expansion policy rules with iron will.
Is twenty-first century America killing countless thousands
of innocents in distant foreign war invaded countries...
do military corporations rape pillage plunder with impunity?
Is democracy still real or sold forgotten distant dreams
in a land which annually spends over one trillion dollars...
$1,000,000,000,000.00 per year in death destruction wars?
An accountant rubs his hands rubs out all desired opposition
with beautiful bullets bombs guns missiles tanks ships...
helicopters nukes assassins mercenaries torture chambers?
Needed enemy combatants a fifteen year old boy at home captured
who managed to kill one of our elite US soldiers with a grenade...
we can put in prison without trial eleven years punishment?
Trained duty of combat soldiers in all armies is to kill enemies
those who do not kill are court marshaled shot for cowardice...
an eternal rule of war ask American rangers seals who swift kill.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lies Told To Children
religious incantations,
written with dead bodies,
buried in ditches
with face drawn shovels.
the tint of skin tastes
like things done in the night.
and lies told to children
to let them sleep!
redemption killed
on a desert highway,
left to stink in the sun
of another faceless day.
we are what we have done,
in the final end.
yet we close our eyes,
and wash the blood from our hands!
blame it on the cost of freedom,
a white god with special needs.
religious incantations,
and lies told to children!
written for the spirits of over
100 million Native Americans killed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stories of.....
Courageous and fearful
are two similar things
though one has the spirit
to see what “action” brings.
Both of them are scared
there’s no denying that,
its’s just that one is controlled
and one beats it right back
Now this one may be killed,
maimed, or disabled
Though who is the “hero”
when you’re reading the fable?
It’s the hero who’s brave,
while the coward stay back.
It’s our hero who prevails
and often attacks
these monsters of evil,
these beings of harm.
And it’s often the coward
who raises alarm,
to summon the heroes
to come in good speed
While the hero prevails,
courageous is he!
And he will return
to good women, good will,
ro glory and riches............
unless he gets killed.
The decision is yours,
not that of the writer.
Do you run from this witch
or turn around to fight her?
Do you return to “glory”
and the respect of many
or were you hiding from courage
and never received any?
The story is yours,
you can write your own book.
You can fashion your hero
by the chances he took.
Or you can hold back
and stay well and alive.
While they looked for trouble,
you looked to hide.
But in all fairness,
many stories are told
of cowards who hid,
and grew rich and grew old.
And those cowards died
a nice, peaceful death,
dying in their beds
far from dragon’s breath.
So after writing this,
to be a fearing or courageous guy
ultimately lies in
how you’re looking to die. .
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Alankar(Decor) -64
A Visit TO A Seal Colony(Villanelle)
The Villanelle is:
1.metered, primarily iambic pentameter.
2.written in a total of 19 lines, made up of 5 tercets and ending with a quatrain.
3.L1 and L3 of the first stanza, alternate as the refrain in the following tercets.
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Tho' hard by wheels in rains on long rough road
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Up blocked cut crossed in flown spillways paths wet
Did not get back but all enjoyed pursued
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Sun light sinking so rushed and reached our spot
Oh God! we saw nature's settings-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Ah, pups and moms and dads so brown so great
And seals clumping snoozing along accrued
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Furry some rocked risky some raged stepped out
When saw a seal in haste closer-fulfilled
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
Pictures, photos bagful no need to get
For those scenic great seals our hearts well stored
It was indeed a grand picnic event
Seaward to see the seals our long intent
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I would like to see us find Osama Bin Laden, but let's say we did capture him. Let's say we did kill him. How much good would that do? There's still thousands of people behind him. It's this huge thing.
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Well, like any time you're shooting documentary stuff, you've got to be in the moment, and you've got to be able to be in control enough to capture what's happening.
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Wishing on a shooting star
I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.
I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.
I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.
I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.
I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.
I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.
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The Cassinga jump
Fear and tension was written over the faces
of paratroopers next to,
in front and at the back of me
when the red light
began to flash in the Hercules
and we went to action stations
still skimming barely over the tops
of taller trees at about two hundred feet
and most of us had two weeks earlier
been home at our civilian jobs.
One paratrooper vomited
right over me in yellow stinking
half fermented food
and the retching smell
made me nauseas as well
while the aircraft pitched steeply
with its last-minute manoeuvres
coming to jumping height
of eight hundred feet.
Mushroom clouds left by exploding bombs
billowed up from Cassinga
and in trenches I saw
people shooting upwards at us
and suddenly bombers dived
through our formation.
The sticks in front of me jumped
and air rushed into my face
at the open door
while the pit of my stomach went numb
and I stepped into space
falling, falling and seeing
a rocket-propelled grenade exploding
near the aircraft above me
and it veering away.
While the opening parachute jerked me up
I heard the deep roar
of a anti-aircraft gun
shooting from below
and it was clear that we
had jumped later
than we were supposed to
or the dropping zone
was too small to take
a full stick
of thirty-two paratroopers at a time.
We were dropping about
five hundred meters farther south
than were we should have been
and a strong wind
was driving from the northeast.
We landed in wooded terrain
which made grouping very difficult
and among the trees were drawing fire
before even touching down.
Immediately after hitting the ground
I returned fire
and the enemy fire became more sporadic
and we assaulted the group of buildings
that intelligence identified as the enemy
engineer complex,
running into groups
of our own B and C companies
and for a time was shooting at each other
before realizing it was own forces.
We were just taking the engineer complex
now formed up with the other soldiers
when we came under rocket attack
from RPG-7’s
and had to kill the crew
at a enemy B-10 recoilless gun
where I threw several hand grenades
and then ammunition stores
in the building complex started exploding
but only one paratrooper was wounded
when we took up our stop-line positions
to block off the escape route
lying south from Cassinga
and the anti-tank platoon was sent away
to set up a tank ambush
on the road running from Techamutete.
By this time I had picked up an enemy
LMG and more than enough
ammunition for it
and shot from the hip
at any movement that I saw
and until then it had been
easy as pie.
Then the commander of our company
left some men at the stop-line
and about twenty of us
along with him
went to the enemy vehicle park
where we ran into a crowd of civilians
fleeing into the surrounding bushes.
I opened up with the LMG
as we launched the attack
in the direction
of the lowered anti-aircraft guns
and we entered the trenches,
finding some civilians there,
but heavy fire came directly
from behind them.
It turned into a matter of killing
or be killed and even the women
that we met were armed
and in enemy uniform
and I lobbed hand grenades
into the next leg of the trench
and kept firing from the hip
and was splattered in blood
by a woman’s body
that was blown right out of the parapet
and what was left of her
was still in green fatigues
and blown to shreds.
Then I had nausea again,
retching uncontrollably
and somehow I stared to cry
with tears running down
my cheeks,
but like a machine moved on
seeing enemy soldiers
scrambling from the trenches
to replace the ones killed
at the three lowered anti-aircraft guns
with a bravery running near
to madness.
The closed quarter struggle
were worst than fierce
and cruelly savage
and we could only clear
just one leg of the zigzagging
ditches at a time
with supporting fire helping
from the outside.
There were screaming and crying
women and children among the enemy
and we had to kill or be killed
and a chill ran through me
and the noise was just terrible
with mortar bombs exploding
at the anti-aircraft guns,
shooting from almost
any direction onto them
and bullets ripping the walls
of the trench next to me
and I almost choked in the smoke,
dust and cordite fumes enveloping me
and finally those trenches were cleared
and the anti-aircraft guns stopped firing.
[References: LMG= Light machine gun. Read my poems Cassinga and Wings of destiny, for a full account of this battle and what happened when South African paratroopers faced enemy (Cuban) armour.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Home invasion in Springs
Masked like the black criminals
that robs you of your car
and just there and there promises you death,
they arrived
with a mini bus taxi on the farm,
drove right through the farm gate
and at the front door
jumped out of the kombi
with five steps intruded into the house
to bring death to the farmer,
to rape the wife
and daughter.
The farmer heard the crash
at the gate,
he realized that it was big trouble
heard them in their own language command
to kill, while shot upon shot
was ringing from the front porch
and he though about the obliteration
of his whole family.
His wife was too far away
in the lounge busy with sewing
and he heard his daughter rushing screaming
to her mother
turned about hurried to the gun safe
and got hold of a pump action shotgun
with LG cartridges
and rushed down the hallway.
In the lounge four black criminals
aimed pistols at his daughter and wife
told them to strip themselves bare
and when they did not want to
one said to the others in his language
to kill them
while the farmer was sneaking
closer at the back of the lounge suite.
Just one glance from the farmer
made his wife and daughter fall to the ground
two shots came from the shotgun
lifting two of the gangsters right from their feet
and the other two started shooting
into the ceiling
and the wall of the lounge
and when the farmer fired again
they fled in fear to the outside
turning around to fire at the farmer
and another one dropped in his tracks,
the other ran wounded into the cornfield.
At the start the police, wanted to arrest
the farmer for the murder of the robbers,
but there was more than enough evidence
that it was self-defence,
even the farm workers
were witnesses
about the shooting, threat
of the robbers
and by his actions
the farmer saved himself, his wife and daughter
and the labourers praised him
as a kind and a just man
but at the church
some members regarded the farmer
as a mass killer
who had determined the fate of others with a shotgun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Shall Weep Tears For Them
when your son
or daughter
lines up to enlist
join the military
to fight in foreign
wars America’s
Muslim Wars
in target countries
I will not judge
all suffering death pain
inflicted on sovereign
soil democracy invades
when their sons daughters
are killed as wars drone on
I shall weep tears for them
when your sons daughters
are killed as foreign invaders
I shall weep tears for them
I cannot judge right
I cannot judge wrong
I cannot stomach lies
politics is guilty
of invasion crimes
against humanity
Afghanistan Iraq invasions
Pakistan incursions drone attacks
Libya sorties rebel alliances
I cry for their children
I cry for your children
blood is on so many hands
as innocence is bath drowned
in aircraft carriers of steam blood
pornography elite power rapes
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Not here? Why?
By Ombuge Moses
You always here, there, everywhere
Everyone says so
I wish you were here
How can I bring you closer?
The people have you
But they embrace you not
Do they know you?
Yes!
They like you not!
Why?
Brothers fight
Fathers fight
Neighbors fight
Women Suffer
Children cry in pain
Peace here,
Peace there,
Peace everywhere,
Peace no where
Peace not finding
Why?
In the hustles
The bustles
The dust settle
The feet are tired
The cry is annoying
Women are killed
Children are slaughtered
My neighbor says there is no peace
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
I touch my neighbor
I feel his warmth
I feel his heart beat
I realize he needs to live
To be with me
But the enemy is in him
He wants to kill me
He killed my daughter
My wife, she does not belong
Where are you
Peace, here I call
Everywhere!
Why?
Together we stand
The ground is peaceful
The soil keeps the life
The soil always welcome new germinates
Together we stand
Amidst we argue
Confront
Disagree
Conflict
Ster eotype
Separate
Disengage
Knowledge acquired
To hold
To find
To resolve
To accept
To bond
Everywhere, every time
As humans
Peaceful, to remain
But we are not!
Why?
Greed, lust confuse
We fight
We kill
My wife, stray bullet
The police so inhumane
They kill
To call, stray bullet
They shoot and denounce
They denounce, while shooting
What happened to humanity?
Peace be with you
Still awaits
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
When?
How long?
What is your color?
When you come, to notice you
To hold you, to embrace you
Suffering to stop
Peace? Which direction?
I dropp my weapon
I am peaceful
He fists his weapon
He is the enemy
Is he human?
Can he feel peace?
Smell peace?
Be peaceful?
One day, some day, that future day
Peace be with you
Peace> Shalom.
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