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  185.     

Eternity

I choose in my heart to live, to live a thousand years unending, as generations grow and wither like leaf, in nature's vigour to live unchanging. And though the world may develop and change, I choose to bear witness to the metamorphosis, to be there as it advances in age, against all odds and mitigating forces. Oh! Odds and mitigating forces, possibility of presence as the world bleeds, witnessing the aftermath of wrong choices, wars, famine, plagues, murders, monstrous deeds. I choose to live more than thousand years, amidst all the sorrow, agony and painful tears, yes, I may live through man's depressing wickedness, I choose in my heart to live nonetheless.
 
Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa

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  186.     

Louis Maxwell (In Memorial)

LaVena Lynn Johson and Pat Tillman, is there still another story to tell,
Well, ponder the “friendly fire” assination of U.N. Guard Louis Maxwell,
That’s so right, exactly like the first two it was murder in the first degree,
In mathmatical terms a murder, plus a murder & one more murder = 3.

However, what makes the latter more astonishing is that there is a video,
And not almost, or slighty, even a maybe, the actual shooting it will show,
Articles in the news media claims Louis “may” have died from friendly fire,
Oh, “the disturbing possibility” that a U.N. staff member accidently expired.

I have seen enough ganster movies to know what is a, “murder for hire, ”
Only heard of Pat Tillman’s but no doubt this was not any, “friendly fire, ”
The biggest question is why these incidents are being kept under wraps?
Here’s another funeral for a brave American as the bugler plays, “Taps! ”

This happened October 28,2009, today is April 22,2010,6 months later,
His heroic actions saved seventeen lives okay, how come all the haters?
Have a question for you, had Louis’s killing not been available on video,
May there be discussions going on now from an incident we didn’t know?

We knew about LaVena Lynn Johnson and Pat Tillman where’s their case?
Hey! Not just me doesn’t anyone else feel an ounce of shame or disgrace?
These three died needlessly in a war zone like being stabbed in the back,
By those supposedly on the same side instead of through mortal combat.

Not from a terrorist bullet or explosives as the Afghan government claimed,
During the attack Afghan Police & NATO Forces were called but never came,
Louis & Laurance Mefful of Ghana held off attackers as colleagues escaped,
No one can even remotely explain why back-up was more than an hour late.

Help was minutes away from the Taliban attack in this “secured” Afghan City,
Appearently, response wasn’t immediate because it’s only done by committee,
From Miami Central High he had a full scholarship to Floridia A & M University,
Yet, this outstanding trumpet player in the year 2000 enlisted in the U.S. Navy.

As family & friends gathered at his parents home, a wreath hung on the door,
Their beloved son now declared a hero would be coming home, not any more,
At least to the house where he was shown abundant love and taught to respect,
His mom Sandra decorated a memorial tree in their front yard lest anyone forget.
 
Luke Easter

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  187.     

Ballade Of A Special Edition

He comes; I hear him up the street--
Bird of ill omen, flapping wide
The pinion of a printed sheet,
His hoarse note scares the eventide.
Of slaughter, theft, and suicide
He is the herald and the friend;
Now he vociferates with pride--
A double murder in Mile End!

A hanging to his soul is sweet;
His gloating fancy's fain to bide
Where human-freighted vessels meet,
And misdirected trains collide.
With Shocking Accidents supplied,
He tramps the town from end to end.
How often have we heard it cried--
A double murder in Mile End.

War loves he; victory or defeat,
So there be loss on either side.
His tale of horrors incomplete,
Imagination's aid is tried.
Since no distinguished man has died,
And since the Fates, relenting, send
No great catastrophe, he's spied
This double murder in Mile End.

Fiend, get thee gone! no more repeat
Those sounds which do mine ears offend.
It is apocryphal, you cheat,
Your double murder in Mile End.
 
Amy Levy

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  188.     

Noise Pollution 1

The scientific efficacy is noisily murdering
Unlike enlivening
The olden household's hushy sibilance
The olden street children's play-scream
The olden vendors' musical sale-phonetics
The olden bullock-cart's running rhythm
The cart-man's 'hi hi
The jhatka's galloping trots
Of and on a cow's 'ammaaaah'
Dawn and dusk the cattle's dusty grazing treads
The rooster's cackle', the crow's' caw-caw'
Squeak, screech of chirping birds
Headed high by white collared eagles
The coherently, agreeably hissing breeze
Etcetera, etcetera all olden
All in melodious harmony neatly audible
With the evincing spherical silence

Today..
Everything deafening, deadening
Two, three, four and more wheeled wheeling
Small, big, bigger motoring
Up and down on earth thundering
Sounding smoky machinery nauseating
Multicoloured noisy stink
Murdering, murdering, murdering
 
Indira Renganathan

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