Each of the man-made public disruptions,
Experts say is an unforeseen crisis;
But since they profit from planned destructions,
I am begging you, please don’t go cry sis.
They pre-plan cruel war in people’s back yards,
Wrecking mayhem with killer devices.
Though news says it appeared out of the blue,
It’s their plan all along, so don’t cry sis.
And since war always spurs on inflation,
That is where central bank’s paradise is.
Their fiat money increases with death;
So who’s the killers? For them don’t cry sis.
If the U. S. dollar’s on its last leg,
Then falling empire’s use many vises.
Like foresaid war, division, chaos, hate,
If we learn their ways, there’s less need to cry sis.
And since lately there’s high interest rates,
Countries can’t afford paying debt prices.
So they’ll fool us to fight their dirty wars,
But they’re not worth the fight, so don’t cry sis.
So if we read and learn from history,
And don’t show up for their ginned-up crisis,
We’ll remember we’re one big family;
And that joy, is the reason to cry sis.
In this world of circular,
Some animals born peculiar,
Camels carrying a big load in particular,
In this world of circular,Camels a wonder,
In a plural families of jungles,lion is the ruler,
Camels in deserts in singular and the only ruler,
Camels walk in deserts on the backs Bedouins,
Mating sitting,no food,no water for days in wake proceedings,
The hump like a lump jumping over the skin,
Long feet to keep head up and to kick dust and kin,
The widen paws avoiding,sinking deep the feet on riding base,
The Y shaped camel's meat,milk and skin for people to amaze,
The feces not wet still hot to make fire is the truth refuse not,
"Camel milk and urine proper for nursing" foresaid the last prophet,
In research,the camel milk and urine,thick and syrup like a medicine,
A cure for long searching and a Nobel waiting cancer,is divine!
What are the thoughts that zoom through your head?
I can sense your emotions fighting over things your heart has said
sometimes when idea and emotion meet they are wed
things that happen are often instead
reality of two spirits connecting on a single thread,
the thread of God that extends from the God-head
like a web down to earth where we, as humans, tread
the thoughts are connected - even those left unsaid,
the mind fighting emotions shooting out warheads
that violently crash, causing fire to be bred
a fierce rushing heat that many often dread
but sometimes the fire is what purifies instead
we pray to our Father and will not be misled
we will soar in the skies, on His connecting web as foresaid
in our hearts and minds His words we will embed
remembering always the blood that he bled
is what brought us together, friendship looming ahead.
There was once a tale time could only tell
To be made and unmade, all souls cannot hide
From distant hands that cast a greater spell
All life and all death in us has to confide
Seasons bring memories to our minds undimmed
Blessed to the day, sacred to the night
Every end to every end, all humans skimmed
Across time and space, foresaid by plight
Many among us has long lived enough to allay
What has consumed our eyes to defy the vow
And expressions, adjourned, as if to say
If only you can see what we all see now
So long as we all can live with liberty...
So long we live somewhere beyond eternity...