Selective humanity

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Austria, Czech republic, democracy, discrimination, equality, Germany, human rights, humanity, Hungary, Iceland, immigration, immigration crisis, ISIS, Islam, poem, poetry, Poland, politics, pope francis, refugees, Slovakia, Sweden, syrian refugees, the crusade, The Pope, war

Finally, what was forever thought is said
Discrimination horn is blown
Humanity is reduced to shred
And true colors are shown

A new soft crusade is rising
Somewhere out in the west
I dread the future counter uprising
Future storms and unrest

Slovakia to immigrants announced
We will only take you in
If your faith is denounced
For Islam is a sin

Hungary prime minister
Claims to defend Christianity
For Islam is sinister
And the utmost insanity

Poland screams it’s an infiltration
We will defend our boarder
These immigrants meet the qualification
Of a shady Islamic order

Czech Republic jumped on the wagon
Singing the same old song
Those bare feet they are dragging
Stands where they don’t belong

What happened to the freedom of religion?
The west have screamed for ages
A vision that was only written
In some torn out pages

What happened to the right of asylum?
What happened to the refugee convention?
Who are they to defile them?
Based on a prejudice conviction

The freedom that was preached and taught
The human rights, which was once fought for
To bended knees, have now been brought
And soon will lay dead on the floor

Denounce or go back to fate
Abandon your faith for shelter
And soon in a future date
They’ll go back to color, race and gender

Selective humanity in power
But that’s how it always been
The wrong faith, race and color
Is considered a sin

My faith lays in the people
Of the countries listed above
To tell the bigots we are all equal  –

And to show some love

ISIS is having a field day
Singing “we told you so
Human rights are just a play
And it doesn’t apply to you

We practice what we preach
Come on now sound the alarms
And victory we’ll reach
If we all go to arms

They colonized us for years
They gave our lands away
Then they’ve installed puppets and fear
But now in blood they’ll pay”

A fair argument for those in need
Those that had nothing to pack
But fear, hope and their blossoming seeds
After taming the mountain and seas
They were told “go back”

To those on the boarders I say
And myself I’ll quote
Don’t be a part of the play
That ISIS and the imperialists wrote

“Formal flags or different banners
Different countries and militia’s names
Same goals, different killing manners
In the end. They are all the same”

To the Germans, the Icelanders
Austrians and the people of Sweden
Your kindness to the outlanders
Have turned their exile, into the Garden of Eden

And a quick tip of the hat
To the Pope of Rome
Who said don’t let hope fall flat
And I’ll share my home

These events will leave few scars
And now History clock rewound
I pray to Allah beyond the stars
To heal this bleeding wound

It’s god’s land which man can’t inherit
Everything but him will perish that’s our life design
Then God will inherit Earth from corner to corner
Immigrants we are and travelers within it
And deep in every man’s bloodline
Resides an immigrant and a foreigner
©FAT 2015

*image rights (AP Photo/Darko Bandic)

a lamb to the slaughter

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poem, poetry, Terrorism, thought of the day, warcrimes

Like a lamb to the slaughter
I am being led
I have been given some water
And I have been fed

Death lingers in the air
The scent is so over whelming
A machete is laid right there
And a masked man is filming

Fearless I must stand
Steady my walk shall be
Until that cowardly hand
Is done with me

The sedatives I have been given
Will soon fade away
I pray to the lord of heaven
I don’t scream today

I am but a simple man
Living a life of strife
Doing everything I can
For my kids and wife

They say my killing will prove
Their might and strength
And that every simple move
Will amount to much at length

Some say I am a victim of oil
Some say I am the fuel for fear
Some say I am the price of soil
Some say it’s my luck I am here

Some say the eagle holds their hand
To scare my rich neighbors
Weapons will be in high demand
And will count as favors

Some say their Jihad is true
Or they’ll paint the caliphate new
but they are killing innocent Christians and Jews
and they are killing Muslims too

The end is nigh
And I can see a cage
I guess if by knives I die
I won’t make front page

The sight of my burning flesh
Will enhance the play
When they start to smell the stench
They’ll gladly pay

For what they all desire
Innocents are to pay the price
We die by knives and fire
So they can have their slice

Their tastes and flavors vary
We must be cooked to taste
A burden that we must carry
It is the innocent’s fate

Formal flags or different banners
Different countries and militia’s names
Same goals, different killing manners
In the end. they are all the same
©FAT 2015

i am anti war crimes whether committed by a regular army or an occupation force or a terrorist group or a terrorist individual or a mercenary security company hired by a government,,,, by any nationality race or religion .

pictures from Syria , Palestine and Gaza , Iraq , N Carolina, Libya, Africa  were too graphic to be added .

On war and recruitment

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army recrutiment, end wars, poem, poetry, politics, thought of the day, venomous scribbles, war

 

I am being called to the front
Another ghost to be caught
Another wild goose hunt
Another war to be fought

They say honor awaits
With Recognition and fame
Go ahead and join your mates
There is a victory to claim

The same old speech
Just different faces
A carrot that you’ll never reach
Just more unsolved cases

They forgot that I am old
That I have been around
I won’t do as told
And I will hold my ground

Still bound by my vow
And my oath will always stand
But to lies I can’t bow
or join a mercenary band

They aim to draft more kids
Persuade them by things
Saying if they do their bids
They get free education and blings

Recruiting immigrants is never hard
For them they have a new trick in store
They only smile and flash a greenish card
If they could survive a tour

They are in their teens
Toughness they do claim
With only hardship seen
Was in some video game

They are not old enough to drink but-
They can go to wars
But of course that does matter not
Cause they are my kids and yours

The rich don’t see these miseries
And the same families still in power
They will be praised by history
Until the judgment hour

They drag kids to their fights
Ask them to fight with pride
And when they ask for their rights
They are tossed aside

They have joined the cult
For them I deeply grieve
It is a sport for a disturbed adult
Where no one can quit or leave

The horrors they will see
Will leave them never
The horrors they will be
Will stain them forever

Now No dreams at all
And No hope to grasp
Only Nightmares of fireballs
And Severed limbs to clasp

Getting medicine is hard
And most can’t stay sober
Now that they are discharged
The honey moon is over

My wings will once more spread
And I will have to fly again
Hoping that I will teach these kids
That there is no glory in pain
And what goes around comes around is true
What you do to others will be done to yours and you
©FAT 2014

 

a scrambled thought on unjustified wars and recruitment

a refugee’s journey

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despair, help the refugees, humanity, poem, poetry, refugee, refugee journey, war

They said they are coming for us
And we should leave right now
Some fought and got on the bus
Some didn’t know how

The eldest and children they planned to send away
But morality under fear can’t be sustained
“Survival of the fittest” came into play
And my faith in mankind was forever stained

We fled before sunrise
Carrying nothing but fear
No farewell no goodbyes
Only screams and tears

My mother says it’s alright
We’ve escaped the pillage
With a look of sadness and fright
Whenever she look back at our village

I can see the smoke and the light of bullets
We cried we prayed as the fight inclined
I can hear the dying screams of the rebel’s turrets
I can smell the burning flesh of whom we left behind

Before the border we were stopped
By a group of men
Off everything we were robbed
They even took my coloring pen

They took my friend outside
He is only fourteen years old
They stabbed his father inside
To make him do as he is told

A question I asked that went unanswered
Which side of the war my friend will claim?
My mother leaned down and quietly Answered
Most times my son they are all the same

Two nights on the road
And hunger is creeping
We have exhausted our load
And I find difficulty sleeping

Now that I’ve seen death and heard its sound
I am sleepless and crumbled in my seat
From the chaos  a sanctuary I have found
Listening to my mother’s heart quietly beat

I woke up to them cheering
I guess we are finally there
Eyes full of happiness tearing
No more fear and despair

Water and food we were given
And a spacious tent
This place looks of heaven
And these men are true god sent

First year have passed
And we are still here
My father’s soul have passed
And my eyes are dry of tears

This soldier I hate more than the other
Cause I heard him say to his friend one time
“What do you really think of that kid’s mother?
How far would she go if I flash a dime?”

Disgusted by him his friend dared him to try
He didn’t hesitate nor did he pause
He just looked at me then toward the sky
I guess he still believe in his noble cause

But not a lot are like him
Some are full of hate
They say we should leave and leave them
To meet their fate

I guess they are not all alike
And some are really young
There is this soldier I like
He tries to speak my tongue

Four years in exile
And our fate isn’t certain
Now they say we are savages and vile
And an unwelcomed burden

The tents are getting older
And they are building a fence
The winters are getting colder
This life makes no sense

Now my mother is old and weak
And her back is sore
She can hardly speak
And she can see no more

A journey she can’t survive
And they closed the boarders
We are living but not alive
Just obeying orders

They all are lien
And I am ready to sell my soul
Even if it is the devil that’s buying
God forsake my call

I wish I was taken by force
Like my fourteen years friend
Would have been a better course
Regardless how that would end

A fiend amongst the others
An Outcast amongst my kind
Because of the injustice of my brother
I left my whole life behind

Maybe we are punished for fleeing Rome
Or for the ones we left
How I wish we stayed back home
Just like the dying rest
©FAT 2014

 

 
 

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