Momma

I see you weeping momma…
                wipe those tears from your eyes.
Just take the needle from my arm,
                and sing me a lullaby.

Sing a song like you used to do
                as I drift off to sleep again.
I know I’m not a baby no more,
                but for now, let’s play pretend…

Remember how I used to play
                With boxes, sticks, and toys?
Remember how I was always happy
                and naturally filled with joy!

Remember all those summer nights
                I chased after fireflies and frogs?
Remember how I screamed and laughed
                Chasing around our poor dog?

Please remember my soft skin
                as you dried me from my bath…
and push now from your memory
                My skin now caked with dirt, and black…

Remember the light within my eyes
                as I sat while you read to me…
And not the dimness now in its place
                as my head rests on your knees.

Remember me that way, momma!
                Remember me how I used to appear…
Remember me as your little one,
                and not the broken one you hold here…

My pain and sorrow got the best of me,
                I couldn’t rise above my own mistakes…

Please forgive me…and love me momma…
                Don’t hate me momma….
                             I never meant for your heart to break.

The New Normal

Half hearted "thoughts and prayers" go out tonight for the dead...

People fall over themselves expressing "deepest sympathies".

Empty words offered before going safely to bed,

Far removed from the latest crime by jihadis.

Yes, We know the why, and we know the who,

But our leaders will fail to condemn..

Instead, they'll feign sorrow and mourning,

And tell us we've nothing to fear.

Their words are soft, their inaction is roaring,

But they'll have a grim face, to show they're sincere

That Islam had absolutely nothing to do

With these deaths, or those who caused them.

And when the next attacks happen (as they most certainly will),

And the bodies still warm from the latest moslem kill,

Our leaders will feign sorrow, and once again lie,

Continuing the cycle, till the last of us die.

France

Tonight we weep for France, and all her people must now endure.
The elite have rigged the system, and democracy exists there no more.

The truth shall set you free we are told, but it was covered up this day,
When the treachery of Macron was unveiled and put on display!

The faux centrist candidate, whose villainy was lain bare,
Was protected by the medias and the populace was told not to care.

A righteous woman, defender of the hopes and dreams of the west
Rose to keep the fight alive, and by God, she did her best!

But Soros, Merkel, and every other leftist son of a cur
Pooled their money, their medias, and their might against just her...

Oh, proud French men! French women! French youth!
Where will you go now that your nation no longer belongs to you?

Betrayed by your own countrymen who make Vichy appear a saint...
Rise up now! Take to the streets! In your wrath, show no restraint!

Ready the revolution! Ready the flames to burn the establishment down!
Prepare the guillotine to quench the thirst of your parched hallowed home ground!

Can there be a way to save their nation? Is there yet a way to win?
Tonight, we weep and pray for France, and for all who reside within...

Wilders Haiku

I watched the debate.

Wilders trounced his opponent.

Spring comes to the West!

Nightly

Tonight I bow my head and pray,
To thank the lord for this passed day,
And to ask him if he'd let me borrow
Another day, and another tomorrow.
          I go to sleep now, with no fear
          For all is in his hands from here...

A Song of Isolation

The moon is up high
On the flag in the sky,

     But the masses still move around blindly.

They still speak of peace

As the bodies increase,

     All their words are molded kindly.

They narrow their eyes

At the ones who despise

     The moon that now casts us in shadow.

But what they ignore

Is what the flag stands for,

     Their ignorance endangers tomorrow.

Will Wilders succeed?

Or will the Dutch greed

     For correctness drown out the warning?

In sorrow I know

Which way they will go

     For all politicians love their whoring!

Will we answer the call,

Or will Europe fall?

     Right now, we watch without voicing

The horrors we know

Will continue to grow

     As monsters destroy with great rejoicing!

We fought several times

And lost so many lives

     To return to them their freedoms.

But now they ignore

The beasts at the door

     Who want nothing more than to kill them!

And here we will sit

While trying to forget,

     What now has befallen our allies.

Knowing they’ll come for us next,

As we sit all perplexed,

     Can new sight be given to blind eyes? 

The Flickering Flame

I looked deep within the flickering flame,

Watching the orange and red dance, leap and lick

Heating the bars of the cold metal frame,

Devouring the leaves and broken sticks.

Its flames, like fingers trying to reach high

To gather more things that could be consumed

Meeting only the darkness of the sky

And the stares of three as it popped and fumed.

Thinking of the next day, I sat awake.

My heavy eyes had already grown red

And I knew that I should very soon take

Leave from my friends, and find myself a bed.

But, not moving, I continued to slouch

Staring intently at our glowing torch

From the gentle comfort of that old couch

As shadows danced around us on the porch.