Malefic, Menacing, Mortal, Mushroom Clouds
Last night I dreamed my soul was crying,
For defenceless people “brave” pilots were frying,
(While Bu$$h and Rum$$feld kept on lying)
Sending death from sensitivity-secure sections in the sky
So they shouldn’t see sickeningly singed, sweet children cry,
Bu$$h’s rush to rule and rob the roost, the real reason why.

What could petrified, poor, powerless people do
To bar Bu$$h’s & B£air’s blazing blasts from the blue,
As all the original reasons given, were not even true?
Bu$$h conspired to construct constricting control,
Enforced his forces through a thunderous roll.
And forcefully forced the electoral poll.

Due to his greed he never had enough.
He loved to appear both brave and tough;
But this was only his pretence and bluff.
All peace-protesting pilgrims in the world did unite,
Though hopelessly horrifying hovered the fight.
We’ll rightly bring a bright light into which is right.

“Bu$$h before God”

“Despite my commandment: “Thou shallt not kill”,
Thou commanded thy soldiers to obey thy will.
Thou too must now be ground through thy mill,
Until thou hast finally and entirely paid thy bill.
Such is the eternal justice of Divine Law.
Thus thou too must endure “Shock and Awe”!

I screened thy fiendish means by which thou came
To power to play thy pernicious game.
Irrespective of thy irrelevant, irresponsible, irreverent claim
Thou and thy cronies must now go through the same.
So, cringe and singe each single singeing sin in singeing, stinging flame
For thou bombeth most cowardly - obviously NOT in my name”!!

     If the TV Show of this bloody, brutal bombing thrills you,
    Which flag would you prefer on the bullet that kills you,
   English, Iraqi or American, as each single stray missile can?
    “Ariel! George! Saddam! Tony! “Your blood-spotted souls cannot hide
        From the gore of your grasping, greedy, grimy, gross, gruesome genocide.
   Dudes whose abuse, excuse, feuds, fuse, news, noose, pews, ruse or use you choose,
           YOU LOSE”!!!

AN ODE TO ROYALTY
Celebrating 50 years of ripping off the British people
I feel absolutely no love or loyalty
For you or any sort of royalty.
My searing, seething spirit shall scarcely sing
Seeing the sickening sight of a stingy queen or king.
Your fortuitous circumstance
Fills your hearts with arrogance.
Deeming yourself above humanity
Is your familial royal insanity,
Based upon pride and vanity.
Please, note my strong objection
To your vainglorious subjection
Of us humans as your subjects,
You might as well call us objects.
Your greedy, superior ingratitude
Is your most prevalent attitude.
Though you pretend to be caring,
You wouldn’t dream of sharing.
Adding to the suffering of the World
You revel in riches, perfume and pearl.
You waste fortunes on gilded trapping
While the tourists keep on clapping.
You make me feel like napping.
You are too selfish, spoilt and boring.
The sight of you sends me snoring.
Giving too little, taking too much
You are completely out of touch
With “commoners’” everyday reality,
Your existence is one costly banality.
Taking your superiority for granted,
Your view of the World is slanted.
From your elevated opulent station
You look down on God’s creation
Hoodwinking most of the nation.
Your illusory, exaggerated worth
Is solely based on accident of birth.
I must stand strong and defy you,
Any service, you might want, deny you.
Should I be called to crawl before you,
I would turn my back and ignore you.
This way, some day, you may know me,
You have nought I want, nil to show me.
Serving you would be too far below me.
Please, try your best to understand
As I love my equal, free fellow man
I hate to see him daily denigrated
By you, so exquisitely elevated.
From your place in the World, I suppose,
It is inbred to have an upturned nose.
Your painful, proud, prude pomposity
Has made you a mega monstrosity.
Your greed, like hard, cold boulders,
Rests heavily on the people’s shoulders.
When the truth is at last understood by all,
“Your egos too big, your hearts too small”,
Your Royal House will, “grant God”, fall.
If you should find this poem uncouth,
Foul fiends frequently fear facing the truth.
When your time is up, you’re gone and dead
Your greedy soul will, no doubt, hear it said,
“You were given untold chances
To improve people’s circumstances,
But you stood too proud and tall,
You never had enough, took it all
Ignored poor people’s pitiful call
You never attempted to intervene
To stop actions both cruel and obscene.
You were too self-important and mean,
Too cold, greedy indifferent, and vain
To open your purse to stop the pain,
Too arrogant, uncaring, blasé and unkind
To help heal the wounds of wo/mankind
You often had the opportunities and choices,
But closed your ears to their woeful voices.
Their cries for help of anguish and agony
To you were only a nasty, noisy cacophony.
Ignoring their salty ocean of tears,
You closed your eyes, blocked your ears
To avoid disturbing your beauty sleep”.
History will certainly deem you a creep.
Open your heart, if you still have one,
While you can, before your life is done.
You gained the World but lost your soul,
Which, devoid of love, turned black as coal.
To claim you’re a servant is so utterly absurd,
That everyone can see, it is but empty words.
Countless killed for your blood-stained crown
In far away countries, in many a town.
You made your evil deeds look good
Depriving poor peasants of freedom and food,
Only to pamper your personal greed,
More pressing than poor people’s need.
Just to protect your pretence of power,
Triumphant in your turreted tinsel tower.
Return the riches, robbed from the people!
Anything less is futile, facile and feeble.
Your self-important, selfish self-serving greed
Is shamelessly spoilt in sentiment and deed,
Superfluous in a sick, starving world seeking to feed
Regarding your imposed golden jubilee,
There is nothing worth celebrating, I can see.
From the news we see, nearly 50 percent
Of your “subjects” have absolutely no such intent.
Your followers are fanatical fools and old fogies,
The rest of us find it less repulsive picking bogeys.
Finally, many intelligent people are seeing
You as an exceedingly greedy, inhumane being.
Hoarding three billion six hundred million pounds
Should surely be sufficient grounds
To help the whole World’s population
Stop world-wide suffering and starvation,
Supplying seriously sick sufferers hospitalisation.
Plus providing poor people’s education.
Your meanness makes millions suffer and cry,
But like all of us, you too will one day die.
Which is just as well. When? No one can tell.
“Not a single tear fell at the knell of that bell”.
Tears, if any, were of extreme relief
There was no reason at all for heart-felt grief.
“She took much more than any master thief”.
Though I express myself with vehemence,
I abhor both mental and physical violence.
This is not a dangerous, taunting threat,
Just a reminder of your soul’s mounting debt.
When they finally bring you to your grave,
You’ll soon be forgotten for the little you gave.
You might come back in the lowliest station,
To pay it all back in your next incarnation.
Maybe as a dog, a frog, a hog or, if lucky, a cat,
Or rather appropriately, as a bat, gnat or fat rat.
Perhaps your next life might not be quite so unpleasant.
You might return a homeless, hopeless African peasant.
That way your grasping soul would feel and know
What it means to be born and grow up in Skid Row
Among the kind of people you never had a thought for.
May some kind soul take pity and open a backdoor.
Though that would mean a complete change of attitude
For the first time ever you might feel and show gratitude.
That would probably produce a perfect balance
To your present pride, pomp and circumstance.
Malignly manipulating a masterfully masterminded menace
You persuaded people to pay for painting your passed-down palace.
You managed to amass many millions to make one mansion neat,
While penny-less people persistently perish in the street.
Meanwhile, you make yourself merry, muse and relax,
Privileged, you’re personally past paying inheritance tax.
For a queen to be seen to be keen to be that mean
Is indeed fiendishly scheming, greedy and obscene.
Proudly producing; “All You Need Is Love”!!!
One joy proud, prats are provably devoid of.
If you think I’ve got a blooming nerve,
I have been much kinder than you deserve.
It is no great surprise that many people find
My ode to you far too gentle, much too kind.
They too feel absolutely no love or loyalty
For you or your rob-you-rotten royalty.
However, why waste time causing trouble and strife
Over a woman of no importance at all in my-life?

COMPASSION II

Thinking you are elevated
Is really rather over-rated.
Christ never showed us that example,
Showed a love that was more than ample.

How on earth do you think you can grow
Acting against love’s infinite flow?
The test of spirituality
Is how we act in reality.

This simple truth survived through the ages
Was proclaimed by all the sages;
“The only signs that our souls have grown
Are the deeds through which our love is shown.

“Give all to the poor and follow my way”
Is what we hear the master say.
The Tories practice the opposite
Hence, each Christian Tory is a hypocrite.

Love is much higher than theory.
Only true love can set us free.
This basic truth you must understand,
Love is how to treat our fellow man.

“Back to basics” you decree from above;
But nothing is more basic than love.
Anything less is meant to deceive,
Conning the masses that they may believe.

If you don’t learn this lesson fast,
Persistently putting poor people last,
Many more lives will be ruined and lost
If you won’t give, not counting the cost.

Your rule is like a horror story
With each chapter increasingly gory
Cold mathematics of human pain
Calculated by the insane.

Your, No Turning Back Tory Group
Sadistically stewing us in the soup,
Because they are heartless and greedy
Creating and despising the needy.

Too great cowards to show their faces
Keeping the people in their places
Robbing the British population,
Calling robbery privatisation.

Trying to remain anonymous
As their actions are ignominious.
Now that we all know who you are,
We will ensure that you won’t get far.

Sneaking a police state through our backdoor
One more reason you should get the sack for.
Is it because you are filled with frights
That you take away our human rights?

Your image is both pathetic and feeble
And you can no longer fool the people
If you keep up your unjust rejection,
No doubt you’ll lose the next election.

One last thought for you to cherish.
Learn to love or you will perish
Together with all that you have taken.
No one will want to save your bacon.

Despite the fact, you are very clever,
Evil rulers don’t last for ever.
Even though you refuse to see,
One day soon the people will be free.

COMPASSION
 We are all travellers on Space Ship Earth
Contributing to life through our birth.
There is no inferior race.
We all deserve a living space.
All of us comprise Life's creation
Of class, colour, creed, sex and nation.
All souls in their own fashion
Were created with caring compassion.

We are equal, eternal souls in human form,
Also those not conforming for our norm.
"Love your fellow man and follow my way",
Is what we hear the masters say.
To preach this path and practice the opposite
Sends signals of a spiritual hypocrite.
All souls in their own fashion
Are on Earth to develop compassion.

Compassion does not treat others apart.
Compassion means to act from the heart,
Never purposefully produce pain,
Feeling oneness with all life again.
The true test of spirituality
Is how we treat others in reality.
All souls in their own fashion
Can daily practice loving compassion.

Love is much higher than theory.
Only heart-felt love can set us free.
This basic truth we must understand.
Love is how to treat our fellow man.
Anything less is meant to deceive.
Conning us that we may believe.
All souls in their own fashion
Can grow by loving Life with compassion.

It's all right when our hearts are burning.
It's all part of a lifetime's learning.
This simple truth survived through the ages.
Was proclaimed by all the sages:
"The only signs that our souls have grown
Are the deeds through which our love is shown”.
All souls in their own fashion
Through kind conduct can convey compassion.

Heaven is our father, Earth our mother.
Hence, we all relate to each other,
While the benevolent boon of breath
Sustains us all from womb to death.
With a loving, humble attitude
Our hearts will fill with gratitude.
All souls in their own fashion
Can redeem themselves through compassion.

Why do some people feel elevated
Through human rights being violated?
Why do they feel the need to degrade
Others by nation, station, sect, sex or shade?
When we open our eyes we see, of course,
We all spring from Life’s Divine Source.
All souls in their own fashion
Can open up their hearts to compassion.

Millions killed and maimed in “God’s minions’” name,
The brutes untamed, their victims blamed!!!
God knows how many lives they took
Of those not following “truly” their book?
When all we were seeing were a humane being?
All souls in their own fashion
Can embrace humane-kind via compassion.

Concerning Cruel And Condoning Coppers!
Commemorating Brian, Joy, Lapite, Wayne and all other victims of British “Justice”
A Spiritual Warning
You brutally butchered yet another
Beloved, beautiful, brown brother
Like Brian, Joy, Wayne and untold before,
Your manhandling may murder many more,
British “Justice” lets you kill with impunity,
So we shall stop you through spiritual unity.
You are malicious, monstrous, murderous mugs
Serving ravenous, rich, right-wing thugs.
I’ve studied your bloodstained history
Of brutality, bias and bourgeois bigotry.
You are all beneath contempt
And not one of you is exempt.
You chose to abuse your vested force
And never show one bit of remorse
For the way you treat your fellow man.
Now try to fathom this, if you can.
You call this “Law And Order”, which is far
    from fine.
The Nazis called it “Ordnung Musz Sein.”
Your splenetic, spanking spirit is the spitting
    self-same.
Surely, each sheltering sheriff shares the shame.
You are a callous, crude, cruel crew of cowboys
Treating tanned targets as truncheon-meat toy boys
Which humane being would be associated
With such subhuman sadism, so scary and hated?
Each barbarian, brutal bobby is a bastard all through.
Be certain to serve so that shan’t signify you.
To be clearly calm and comprehensible,
Every condoning copper is co-responsible
Through never daring to disagree out loud,
Thus supporting this sadistic crowd,
Where even mutilating murder is allowed
And so frequently takes place
Upon members of a different race,
Or if you don’t like someone’s face.
Your criminal cruelty, cowardly used,
Conspiratorially concealed, confounded to confuse,
Constitutes lax, lethal, legal abuse.
Each time the murderers go scot-free.
How, in the name of Justice, can that be?
That, strangely enough, seems unjust to me,
Like to many millions of mothers,
Fathers and friends sisters and brothers.
How can justice command respect
Through actions so unjustly incorrect?
That is far too much to expect.

To broadcast the words of the broken-hearted mother
Of our brutally bruised, brain-broken, brown brother.
Perhaps it’s about time we all finally heard her.
“Join the police and get away with murder.”
Since stamps cost no more than I can afford,
The truth is now known both here and abroad.
May the brutes among you die in fear
With no one there to shed a tear,
Because the evil deeds, you do,
Will all be there waiting for you.
What we purposefully produce of pleasure or pain
Returns at death’s door to us again.
There your sadistic souls shall be squirmin’
For the C. S. Gassss you ssavour ssquirtin’,
SSecretly sspraying sselected sscapegoatss ass
     vermin.
Your ssoulss sshall ssail sstormy sseass of ssearing
     ssuffering yet,
For you have not paid your karmic debt.
Such is the justice of Divine Law
And so it shall be forever more.
To free your SS* souls from frying in your fright-filled
     fashion
Remember to temper justice with compassion.
You have been cautioned!!!

Remember!

We are all one breath
Away from our death
Without the next one
We’re surely gone.
We can’t object nor reject it
Death is often unexpected
It’s not what we own
or whom we know,
But letting our love
Flow where ever we go
What we give, we will receive
At Death’s Door, when we leave.
So, are you ready to meet your creator?
Or, would you rather wait till later?

With caring concern and complete contempt for cruel, and condoning coppers contravening compassion E. T. Alien Observer, a member of humane-kind
* SS = Sadistic Sickos

STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART: “KILL ALL WILL TO KILL ALL ‘ILL’ ”!!!
  (A philistine, philosophical, phonetic-phraseological phenomenon.
Or why I returned my Sainsbury’s reward card)
In 1943 my fellow Danes saved 90% of the Danish Jewish population from being sent to German concentration camps. At the Jewish New Year the German ex-ambassador to Denmark’, who like many Germans was not a Nazi, warned the Danish government that they planned to arrest all the Danish Jews that evening during their celebrations. This was relayed to the Copenhagen Synagogue and the news spread like a wildfire under ground. Students and others went round the streets and asked anybody, who looked Jewish, to come with them to save their lives. Bispebjerg Hospital in Copenhagen discharged all its non-critical patients to be used as a ferry station for Jewish refugees. They created fake medical papers and x-rays, so they could bandage up those faces, which looked too Jewish, as a camouflage.

When the SS came to the Jewish homes, they found only 10% at home and even they were mostly saved as organisations sprang up collecting food parcels to send to those Jews who were caught. The reason, why Hitler waited that long, was that he knew that, whereas there was a lot of anti-Semitism in Eastern Europe and they would meet no opposition, it would spark off much resistance in a country, which had till then accepted occupation without too much of a fuzz, as we felt powerless, and hoped it would pass.

As racism was outlawed in Denmark in 1812, the Chief of Police in Copenhagen decided to arrest the German Commander in Chief for his breaking of the Danish Race Relation Laws. A snitch warned the SS and all Danish police officers were arrested in their homes and sent to German concentration camps. Note the contrast to the Metropolitan Police in London, who guided, led, protected and supported Oswald Mosley’s Black-shirt Nazis in riots against the Jewish population in East London in the 1930s.

With the aid of Danish “terrorists” and brave skippers who risked their lives, 90% of the Danish Jews were saved at a horrific cost. All those caught helping the Jews to escape were killed and their boats destroyed by the SS. Still, my people stood against Nazi injustice, torture and death to save the Jews.
Hence, I grew up in a spirit of goodwill to all races and religions, very sympathetic to Jews, and saw them rightly as poor sufferers from inhuman injustice and cruelty. The Danish “terrorists” fought back, blew up factories and shops, which collaborated with the Nazis and derailed German transport trains. Many Danish “terrorist” were caught, tortured and killed by the SS, who did not like their Sadistic Soldiers killed. We have a complete cemetery filled with Danish “terrorists” provided for Danish provocateurs punished by the SS for preparing the poor, persecuted Jewish people’s passage. Still, my people went on defying their injustice. The Danish answer was very simple: ”Get Out”. When I was 11, I paid this execution-ground a visit and I read “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”. I immediately ignited into immeasurable, impractical, indelible idealism for all ill-treated, innocent individuals, including Jews.

Recently the Israeli army with its disgusting disregard for human lives, murdered 15 more people, mainly children and babies, with yet another missile and said: “Oops, sorry, that won’t happen again”, adding under their breath: “before the next time”, knowing full well that this act would lead to counter attacks and hence more Israelis killed leading to further reprisals for, naturally, the response would be not to let them get away with it on both sides. So it continues and more innocent people die, as usual.

As Marx and Spencer, Tesco and Sainsbury’s Supermarkets, 33 Holborn, London, EC1N 2HT send money to Israel, on top of the $ 5 billion per annum that Bush pays them for mugging, murdering and painfully perpetually plundering some of our planet’s poorest people, I returned my reward card and I thought, what if all who care, with their families and friends, were to return their reward cards too and snow them under with an avalanche of protest letters to these offending shops NOW? WOW!!! HOW effective that protest could be!!! We would hit their heartless, wealthy supporters of these child-shooting brutes, where it hurts them the most, their bulging wallets, and teach them we won’t support their greedy, cruel crimes against humanity. Those, who don’t have reward cards could get some and return them stating the reason why. It is free. If we buy a bun from these bums, we buy bullets to bomb and burn newly born babies. However, how do I tackle my troubles trying not to tickle my tongue: tantalized, tempted, tested, terribly tormented and tried by “Sainsbury’s truly making life taste better”?

The Zionist’s view, that all who don’t support their treatment of the Palestinians are Nazis, is fanatical nonsense. We Danes aren’t. Many Jews too protest against the Israelis’ punishing the Palestinian people. Welcome these Jewish sisters and brothers with open arms, hearts and minds. They are critically needed.  Love them, as they deserve to be, for conscientiously criticising cruel International Zionist-Nationalism.

Sharon’s “visit” to the Mosque in Jerusalem made news, he knew he could use as his excuse for abuse. He went there to show he has the power to do whatever he likes. He knew what the reaction would be. Still, the thief, who stole the American election, hails the mass-murderer Sharon as a “Man of Peace”. These crazy, criminal, cruel crooks congregate continuously, cleverly creating crafty crimes to cream the complete crop, not confining it to the crust of the crop, for the top. This must stop, before we all drop.
The World’s richest nation pays North Africa’s wealthiest nation to hammer and bleed-dry the poorest.

While the average Israeli income p. a. is $ 18000, the average Palestinian income is only $1600. “Time Magazine” 25. 03. 02. Whereas the Palestinian freedom fighters have killed a couple of hundreds, the Israelis have killed thousands. As the ignoble, inglorious, inhuman Israeli infantry invaded Palestine in 1967, they raped the Palestinian women, after murdering their husbands, robbed their homes and land, and enforced poverty in what is, by all rights, Palestinian territory.  Those, who have tortured and committed genocide against the Palestinians, while denying their human rights for over 50 years, naturally, cannot act in this way and have no innocent, supportive beneficiaries dying on their side too.

From molesting the Mosque malign, manipulating: “Sharon made Israeli mortality part of his master-plan and methodical modus-operandi, as he finds it cheaper to wage war than to pay compensation. He is thus co- responsible for Israelis dieing”. (Senior official at the Nobel Price Office in Oslo)  According to Tony Benn’s excellent TV programme: “Israel has issued 184 vetoes to stop the peace process”. Meanwhile, they keep building Israeli tenement flats where they tear down Palestinian homes inside Palestine. Ariel Sharon and George Bush lead Yasser Arafat by his nose on a perpetual, run around. Note: “The amount of illegal settlers rose from 50 000 in 1967 to 250 000 today”, “Time Magazine”.

No occupying force, intending to leave, builds tenement flats for their people to settle. Their illegal settlers are part of the advanced occupying forces and naturally seen as such by those, whose territory they have robbed, like the German Nazis and their Quislings were in Denmark. They complain that their victims blow themselves up to retaliate against their desperate situation, while their treatment has caused the Palestinians so much pain, that they’d rather die bravely than live under murderous Israeli tyranny. While the Palestinians have killed a couple of hundreds, and sacrificed their own lives as their only means to fight back, the Israelis, protected with tanks and other impenetrable armour, have killed several thousands. It would be better if Bush used the $ five billion p. a., that he pays the Israelis for murdering and robbing the defenceless Palestinians, to take care of the millions, who live in abject poverty in the World’s richest nation to raise their standard of living and provide national medical care to save their lives rather than to support inhumane acts of brutality murdering some of the Earth’s poorest and most defenceless people.

As their brutality equals that of the Nazis, they have betrayed those, who gave their lives for them.  We Danes saved them, not because they were Jewish, but because they were in danger. They have rightly lost the goodwill of the people, who rescued them. They should not be surprised that the people, who outwitted the Nazis and saw them safely across dark, deadly waters at the cost of countless of our lives, now see right through their lying deceit too. (The Danish leader of the proposed U. N. mission, intended to go to Jenin, was denied access by the Israelis for that very reason) We now deem them unworthy of our sacrifice, as for over 50 years they have ignored God’s laws and acted against the spirit of loving universal humanity, that motivated my people to risk and lose their lives for them, as they needed us to.

Enlightened spirits accept all people as equal souls created by God, regardless of cultural, economical, national, racial, religious and sexual differences. Note, that Denmark and Sweden, the two countries who between them saved thousands of Jews, as well as France, recently expressed concern over Israeli
depravity, a direct demonstration that we are disappointed, disgusted and despicably dumped on by the
devilish Israelis’ deadly, deplorable disregard for decency, democracy and the divinity of dear life.

The Palestinians’ crime is, that they live on the land the Israelis want. Their treatment of the Palestinian people proves their “Shylock” reputation correct, regarding those who support Israel. However, those in opposition: The South African Jews, those at the demonstration at the Wembley Conference Hall, which included good-hearted Rabbis and pure Jews protesting against the Palestinian people’s plight are exempt.  Here I must emphasize the difference between agreeing with and understanding others’ actions.

As long as the Israelis refuse to see that the mean difference in their standard of living, lack of equality and equal opportunities as well as mortality rates is unjustly in their favour, nothing can change. I also disagree with Bin Laden’s and Hamas’s actions and I maintain that "Thou shallt not kill" applies to both sides. We must, nevertheless, attempt to understand that, from Hamas's point of view, those who live, study and work with the Israelis are enemies too, like those collaborating with the German occupation were to us Danes. If Arab, they are “treacherous enemies”. I don’t condone killing anyone; but I see how this applies to a desperate, just war against a brutally oppressive occupying force and its collaborators.

However, a fair peace must be given a chance, so that no more lives are wasted and no more suffering inflicted on both sides. Hence, the vengeful, violent vendetta of: “We will show you, you won’t get away with this, because we will do that”, must stop. Hamas must hold back to gain worldwide sympathy as their strongest weapon. That is weakened every time they, only too understandably, retaliate. They must rise above that and sincerely give peace a chance to save human lives and achieve an improved image.

The Israeli side must look at how they caused the situation by their treatment of the Palestinians in the first place. Until they do that, apologise, give back all that they took, vacate all the Israeli tenement flats, they have built on the West Bank, put right all they have done wrong, pay sufficient compensation, and make the living standard of the Palestinians equal to theirs, with equal opportunities and admit they have acted against God's loving spirit, there’ll be no peace. They refuse to even look at this blinding issue for fear of being considered dangerously treacherous, while they daily break all God’s ten commandments.

 God’s “Chosen People” acting worse than Devils, while some fanatical Muslims see Non-Muslims as “Infidels”. Both sides, naturally, see God as being on their side. Hence, their enemies are God’s enemies. Since they are God’s enemies, and thus “inferior”, they justify extreme cruelty to punish these “demons”. Only an all-accepting, generous, humane, tolerant, understanding, Universal-Soul-View will change that. We must develop from being merely Humankind to becoming Humane-kind by being humane and kind. When will they see, we are equal human beings born into, and influenced by, situations not of our doing?

Note, who lived there for 2000 years, compare the death toll on both sides and the glaring difference of the standards of living. It is obvious, who the real terrorists are, the Israelis. They have the atrocious arrogance to appoint themselves God’s “Chosen People” breaking all the 10 commandments against those born on the other side of the divide and disregarding the “United Nations’ Bill of Human Rights”!

They proved they love killing and taking all with no one hurt on their side. How lovely, Sod’s holey land one giant hole filled with lying, murdering, raping, thieving, torturous tyrants devoid of any conscience. Why would God hold harsh, hateful, haughty, headstrong, heartless, hideously homicidal, horribly hurtful, hustling, hypocritical hysterics at her - his heart? They are no more God’s people than the rest of us. Their attitude is but deadly, spiritual arrogance, comparable to the Nazis’ Aryan bogus science. God created all individuals! Include the victorious, vile Israeli invader’s impoverished, insubordinate, vanquished victims.

THOU SHALLT NOT KILL: “save Palestinians”! Sod Supreme***** suggested surreptitiously. They subsequently, surely shot 500 suffering, suppressed stone-slinging school-children, savagely sabotaged state-safeguards, strategically saturated hospitals, smashed surgeries, struck sick-transport, stopped steady supply of seriously spoilt sanitary-security-survival-structures, sadistically sacked settlements (seldom stopping sacrificing the staying, stuck, scared stiff, screaming, seriously sick, stifled in their sick-beds)
Sod’s Soldiers’ sadism surpasses the SS’s. They “surprisingly” substituted a subtle, suitably “superior”,
superlative spelling-error. They are scarcely God’s specials, only a Satanic Sod’s sadistic, servile soldiers, smearing small, sweet schoolchildren’s schools with shit, sincerely showing their saintly, sanitary selves.

THOU SHALLT NOT DESIRE THY NEIGHBOURS WIFE: But their army raped countless Palestinian women as they raped their country, after shooting their husbands in front of their wives.

THOU SHALLT NOT STEAL: But they keep on daily shamelessly robbing the Palestinians of their country, equality, happiness, homes, human rights, land, and possibilities of a decent life without halt.

THOU SHALLT NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS AGAINST THY NEIGHBOUR: But they brand the Palestinians as evil terrorists for defending themselves against a colossal, cowardly, cruel army with tanks, helicopter-gun-ships, laser-guided missiles etc., while they shrink back in horror due to a small cache of primitive arms compared to theirs. How hypocritical! They are now neatly known as naively narrow-minded, nationalistic, neurotic, nicking numb-hearts, as nauseous as Nuremberg’s nastiest Nazis.

Still, they claim the right to “defend” Israeli nationals, wherever they are, i.e. Israel’s illegal, inhuman, insidious invaders of the West Bank. They call the suicide bombers terrorists and refuse to see, that they are heartbroken, hopeless humans hurting like Hell from the hateful, heartless Israelis’ hogging of their happiness, homes and human rights for 50 years. Like the Nazis, they take reprisals on innocent people several times the size of what the ferocious, fierce freedom fighters have achieved. Wrongly, they refuse responsibility for reactions to their robbery, reviling their resisting robbed as riotous rebels.

A girl of 20 and a boy of 17 would not normally blow themselves up. No happy people would do that. It takes more courage than for well-fed, well-paid, well-protected soldiers to shoot dead death-defying, defenceless, deprived, desperately destitute children, deeming them terrorists. The spirit behind their actions and, of those carrying them out, is the same as that of the Nazis’, white South African racist regime’s, and of the brutal Brazilian child-shooting police: Unacceptable, uncaring, unethical, unnecessary, unsavoury. Surely, they most of all, should understand how it feels to be treated this way.

Their spirit of arrogance and cold, evil greed, which characterised the Nazis too, is now their national trait. They are the spitting images of those, whom they and the World hate the most, the Nazis. Despite 2000 years of suffering unjust persecution, they have not learned the all-important, intended spiritual lesson, compassion for all of God’s creation. They can still change course, though, and join the South African Jewish protesters, Rabbis, responsible refuseniks, and raging, raucous, repulsed, righteous rebels, who regard the Israeli ravenous robberies as a reflection of those of the revolting, racist, white South African regime’s and shun Israel’s hateful, homicidal, horrendous horror of universal humanity.

In 1966 I had the privilege to be in a small church-hall with Doctor Martin Luther King. Someone asked how he could say that they should love those, who treat them so cruelly. He answered: “We must love
them, that is true, for they are God’s souls too; but it does not mean we have to like them”. That is how I feel about Israel and their: wealthy well-wishers, whining windbags, world-wide, wretched wrong-doers.

If my daughter were raped, my spouse murdered, my son shot, my family home flattened (with no notice to find shelter, pack and move), our country robbed and I were forced to live as a third rate citizen in oppressive poverty in what was our country for over 2000 years, watching our robbers flaunt open opulence from our ordeal and sadly severe suffering? Would I not fight back”? All Israelis should ask; but they cowardly refuse to truthfully look at, or even consider this vital, guilt-laden question, as they repeat rationalising: ransacking, ravaging raids, ravenous rapes – vs. – rebellious, resolute, “revolting” resistance.

I deem it my Danish duty to defy Sod’s sadistic soldiers in the same spirit, in which my people saved the Danish Jews and outsmarted the SS, often risking their own lives. So do most Danes. We find the Zionists too false, faithless, fearful, fiendishly forceful and frightened to face their fearsomely ferocious foul faults. Finally, we now see them, only too clearly. Their inhumanity is out in the open. Their victims cry too loudly, not to be heard. How can they justify their cruelty, live with themselves and sleep calmly, without nightmares, supporting abominable, brutal, callous, deadly evil? What decent, divine soul dares do that? All souls are divine: American, Iraqi, Israeli, Palestinian, all races, religions, nations - God’s Crown of Creation.
 

Why are the Israelis happily elevated
Through human rights being violated?
Why do they murderously invade
The Palestinian people, raid after raid?
When we open our eyes we see, of course,
They are bereft of conscience and remorse.
These hardened brutes, in whatever fashion,
Must open up their hearts to compassion.
 

Thousands killed and maimed in Sharon’s name,
His brutes untamed, their victims blamed!!!
God knows how many lives they took,
While barring the World from having a look.
Would it not be just and joyfully freeing,
If all they were seeing, were human beings?
Their Sadistic Souls too, in whatever fashion,
Must embrace Humane-kind via compassion.

 As God is omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent – all knowing, all-powerful and all-present, God is here now and not just in books about long gone people, events and ancient values. It is God’s grace, which creates and sustains all life, including you and me. There is only one other thing on Earth, about which this too can be said. The universal breath of life, without which no life can exist. As It is within all life, It is everywhere, It experiences everything, It knows all and, by sustaining all of life, It is all-powerful. When It leaves, we go.  As we all have the breath of life inside us, we also have the power, enabling us to breathe, which is God, within us all. We are all created, connected and continue via God’s beautiful, benevolent boon of breath. Hence, when we hurt and kill others, we hurt and kill God. Furthermore, if you look closely into somebody’s pupils, you will see your own reflection (or perhaps a little you?) within the other person, regardless. There you are. Others too can see them selves in you, if you come close enough to look. Otherwise, you will never see it. Hence, we all contain, and are in all, so to speak. When we heal or hurt another we heal or hurt both God and “us” within the other person. This continues throughout our lives so, when we die, we may see ourselves like those, whose lives we touched saw us, feeling all we caused “us” in others to feel, whether better or worse, from our every-day treatment of our fellow humans.

According to all, who had a Near Death Experience, or an N. D. E., what we hand out we’ll receive in exact measure, when we die. Like the guy who, in a road rage, had hit somebody 32 times and received every single punch back through an N. D. E. Hence, “what goes round, comes round”. We will all receive the effects of our own actions. So, it is better to help diminishing pain and suffering, than it is having accumulated power and wealth by adding to the World’s suffering out of greed, lest we may experience all the bad and good, we have caused others, when we leave. That includes all killers, be it for personal, political or religious concerns. Thus, each soul learns: “It is a chilling silly-Billy, killing willy-nilly”! Hence, Christ’s saying: “If you live by the sword you shall die by the sword”! “You are old, close to death, still killing! You must make amends to all you murdered for all malaise you master minded, SHARON”!!!

We are all one breath             It isn’t what we own, or whom we know,
Away from our death.            But letting our love flow, wherever we go.
Without the next one           What we give-out, we shall receive
We are surely gone.           At Death’s Door, when we leave.
We can’t object nor reject it,     So, are you ready to meet your creator?
Death is often unexpected.         Or, would you rather wait till later???
     Love one-another!    >={}{}{}{}**<}(((o;))*>  Your soul brother!

 P. S. Bush planned to pound Iraq to he pinch the mid election, while he saturated America with scares and seducing patriotism! Pity the poor, poverty-stricken, precariously placed, sad, scared, severely suppressed Iraqis suffering starvation and sorrow twixt sadistic, Satanic Saddam and the ‘shining’ *Stars* & Stripes.

HELP!
Against imprisonment without trial
as sanctioned by Labour after Sept 11th.
Help!  Our freedom is at stake.
Jailed, filed “Denied Trial” is a vile mistake.
Soon the criteria may expand
Justifying a heavier hand.
People, who suffered beyond our ken,
May be mistaken for dangerous men.
Muffled cries never heard
In the land of “freedom” is absurd
Such injustice cannot be
Serving people both wise and free.

At first it all seems too remote.
People vanish without a note.
Though it happens before our eyes
We won’t believe it, “all lies”.
Though it stares us in the face
“Someone else just took his place”.
It all seems so sensible and clear
Subtly set up to sooth our fear.
First one “suspect”, soon another
Swindled of sweet life, no bother.

Rarely to be seen again
No one hears their cries of pain.
Refugee fleeing to have a life
Mistaken for a guy with a knife
Never to see his children and wife
Though he caused no one any strife.
Such sad, sadistic, scary, sinister sorrow
Sanctioned to stop seekers of tomorrow.
Brutally brain-broken, brown brothers blatantly blamed
Should surely shock the shallow to shun this shame.

Is this just the thin end of the wedge
Before they push us over the edge?
 Do not under-size nor plagiarise
Practices protecting political lies.
We went down that road so often before,
We don’t want to go that way anymore.
 This may be an irreversible error
To protect ourselves against evil terror,
Calmly creating controlled, criminally cruel confusion.
Stopping sorrowful souls’ justice is a sordid solution!

BOY ON A PLATFORM
A little boy is standing on a platform inside me.
His mother left him standing there, she wanted to be free
She left him for another love, she left him there by train,
And ever since that little boy has been crying in the rain.

A little boy is standing on a platform inside me.
His mother left him standing there, though he was only three.
Though he was crying out his heart, you couldn’t hear his voice.
It drowned in all the goings-on and all the scary noise.

The whistle for the train was blown. His mother hardly spoke.
The little boy was far too sad, his little heart just broke,
And ever since that little boy has felt so sad and blue,
Has been looking out for love, a love both strong and true.

Since then the little boy grew up, and he became a man.
There were so many things to learn and things to understand.
Whenever he was hurt by love, he couldn’t bear the pain.
He did not know quite how to cope, became that boy again.

Your sweet, sweet love is healing me, removing all the pain,
Is cheering up the little boy, still standing by that train.
It is so many years ago, the train has gone away,
And on the platform of our love again the boy can play.

Mother Sweet
To my stepmother, who mastered sufferering through
Multiple Sclerosis
You fought heartily in your chair, held on for hard, hopeless years.
I hope you hear how much I care. I saw your hastily hidden tears.
I hated the hurt you endured, heard your hopeful, humble prayer,
“Some day, in some way, to be cured”, in truth your life wasn’t fair.

Hardly have I heard you complain. Too proud to pander to people’s pity,
You patiently persisted in perpetual pain, past promenading the city.
How could you be compensated for your confinement to that chair?
You were haughtily humiliated, by those too heartless to see you there.
 

You were as loving as a mother can be. You treated me like your own.
You did the best you could for me.  I see that, now that I am grown.
I may mull over you in a mild mood with my mellow longing heart.
    You protected me through my childhood. You provided a loving start.
 

   I thank you for this special gift, I scarcely, yet somehow surely, had.
   Your sweetness supplied my spirit a lift, soothed me when I felt sad.
  Though you were physically weak, your spiritual strength was intense.
Although sometimes you didn’t speak, your love at length was immense.
 

In your stoic, stout-hearted fashion with stumbling steps on the stair
 You showered my soul with compassion. You showed me I should care.
 Since your sad story ‘centuries’ ago the School of Science still supposes,
   As Medical Science may show, they may master “soon”, Multiple Sclerosis.

The Source
We all relate to the All as drops to the Ocean
Containing the Source of Life, that is God.
If we hurt each other we hurt God.
What does that do to our souls?
What we sow we’ll harvest.
Our souls are Divine.
God wants love.
We all came
Via love
You
&
I
*
I
&
You
Born to
Follow our
Own self-chosen
Course to the Source
From where we all sprang
At the early dawn of humanity.
There we finally shall all become one.
The ONE we always have been, but forgot,
With past and future mingling in infinite NOW.

  Humanity has adapted itself to extreme climatic and geographic variations. Now we must learn to equally Accept, Benefit and Care for all in the spirit of universal humanity.

TOP SECRET
HEARD OF THE GUY WHO DIED IN THE GUTTER?
THE LAST WORDS YOU HEARD HIM UTTER
WERE: “THANK YOU GOD FOR MY RELEASE
FROM PERSECUTION BY THE POLICE.”
WHO USED TO BEAT HIM, JUST FOR FUN,
WITH NOWHERE LEFT FOR HIM TO RUN,
UNTIL THEY GOT TIRED OR BORED,
ALL COMPLAINTS IGNORED,
AS HE COULD NOT AFFORD
TO PAY A SOLICITOR’S FEE
AND HE HAD NO PLACE TO BE.

WELL, AT FIRST HIS HEART WAS BROKEN,
AND THE HURTFUL WORDS SPOKEN
STILL LINGERED ON HIS MIND.
ALL HIS HAPPINESS LEFT BEHIND.
THOUGH HIS HEART WAS YEARNING
AND HIS TEARS STILL BURNING,
HE KNEW THERE’D BE NO RETURNING.

SINCE HIS WIFE HAD GONE AWAY
HE WAS LEFT ALONE TO PAY,
SO THE BAILIFF TOOK HIS HOME,
THUS FORCING HIM TO ROAM
THROUGH ICY, WINDY STREETS
WITH NOTHING LEFT TO EAT,
SHUNNED BY ALL HE MEETS
IN FRIGHTENINGLY MUTE ISOLATION
DESTINED TO DESPERATE ISOLATION
HIS HOPELESS SITUATION
IMPOSED BY A TORY VOTING NATION
AND ITS GREEDY, GRASPING GOVERNMENT,
ONE HALF CROOKED, THE OTHER BENT.
WHO ALWAYS CARES FOR HUMANITY
LESS THAN FOR THEIR OWN VANITY.
LIVING IN LAVISH, LUXURIOUS LOSTPERITY
SANCTIONING STRICT, SUFFERING SEVERITY.
THAT IS HOW THEY’LL GO DOWN IN POSTERITY.

HE WAS TIRED NOW WITH NOWHERE TO REST
AND HE WAS FAR TOO SCANTILY DRESSED.
IN TEN DEGREES BELOW  ZERO
IT’S HARD TO BE A HERO
WHEN YOU HAVEN’T GOT A FRIEND
AND HE KNEW HE WAS NEAR THE END.
WHILE THE WEATHER GREW BLEAKER,
HIS RESISTANCE GREW WEAKER,
UNTIL HE COULD NO LONGER GO,
AND HE COLLAPSED IN A DRIFT OF SNOW.
IT WAS THEN YOU COULD HEAR HIM PRAY:
“FATHER  I HAVE COME ALL THE WAY,
PLEASE TAKE  ME  HOME TO STAY,
PLEASE ACCEPT MY SOUL.”
SILENTLY HIS SPIRIT SLIPPED AWAY THROUGH THE COLD.

THE FOLLOWING DAY
POLICE CARTED HIS BODY AWAY.
AN OFFICER CONTEMPTUOUSLY SPAT
WHILE PICKING UP THE POOR MAN’S HAT,
ANXIOUS NOT TO SHOW,
AS NO ONE WAS TO KNOW,
BY GOVERNMENT DECREE
KEPT SECRET FROM YOU AND ME.
DUE TO GOVERNMENTAL CLAUSES,
HE DIED THROUGH NATURAL CAUSES.

IF YOU DEEM THIS NOTHING BUT IDLE CHAT,
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL, FORCED TO FREEZE TO DEATH LIKE THAT?

PERHAPS IT IS NOT ALL THAT ABSURD,
THAT TORY IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD.
SUCH AS HERD, NERD AND TURD.

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