He Who Walks a Different Path

 

He Who Walks a Different Path

Beneath the mountains and the strath

came, he who walks a different path

a gentle being of Mohawk mind

who felt for others and was kind.

Yet from his village he did roam

into the forest he called home

he talked to birds of every girth

all the creatures that walked the earth.

The bond that grew made them his friends

an understanding with amends

a mortal conscious bond and call

with promise to protect them all.

One day his world was set aflame

when hunters of the village came

and took his closest conscious friend

his grief and anger would not mend.

He believed all life was deserving

sentient life was worth preserving

so, when the hunters came that day

he told his friends to run away.

The starving hunters soon caught on

when all their prey had left and gone

chased, he who walks a different path

into the mountains with their wrath.

Up at the top, with feelings grim

where just the clouds could visit him

there were no creatures, and few birds

when sadness came and took his words.

He felt alone, began to pray

asked God to take his grief away

upon the highest mountain range

his body then began to change.

Creator blessed him for staying true

to purpose he was tasked to do

the given task when he was born

God changed him then from human form.

A golden eagle then took the skies

with soaring spirit and conscious eyes

above the mountains and the strath

flew, he who walks a different path.

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About this Poem: Inspired by a Mohawk legend about a boy who turned into an eagle.

Inspired by KiiskeeN'tum (She Who Remembers)
Turtle Island Centre Family Services
Manitoba, Canada

Link to Story: How the Eagle first came to the people

Fall of the EU

 

Fall of the E.U.

Bit by bit the E.U. fell,

just couldn't shake that hubris spell.

So strong together, such a farce

gone shot themselves in the arse.

That's quite alright, because you can vote

for candidates shoved down your throat.

All little demons of the WEF;

to people’s needs they’re blind and deaf.

They cut your gas and cut your oil

while agriculture rots and spoils

under rainbow flags of ascension,

you’ll never get that promised pension.

Forced into debt without delay

each nation labeled as the prey.

Sanctions placed on those defiant

till vassal states become compliant.

"Gimme, gimme", Ukraine needs more,

that little scavenger makes you poor.

Boil, bubble, inflation trouble,

you’re eating less, while rents are double.

So don’t complain as cities burn,

you voted for that beasts return,

with leeches given final say,

on sovereignty they’ve washed away.

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The Activist Poet

The Northern Kingdom

 

The Northern Kingdom

The northern kingdom welcomed me

when I stood there in its morning glow

with arching limbs of forest trees

adorned with winters finest snow.

A crystal sea of ivory,

a gemstone treasure of the north

lay before astonished me

enticed my yearning to wander forth.

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The Case Before You

The Case Before You

Bloodlust gathers in Tel Aviv

where plans of ethnic cleansing seethes

to carpet bomb all Gaza’s land

and western leaders back their plan.

Gathered around the prison gate

becoming demons with their hate

destroy two million people’s homes

with jets and tanks and their drones.

Satanic monsters bloodied crawl

malevolent, hateful one and all

ten thousand children they have killed

their bodies dead, the streets are filled.

With tears that come down as the rain

upon the tank treads that remain

the mud reflects those children’s eyes

all filled with fear and pain and cries.

And mothers, fathers, sisters, aunts

all crushed beneath Israeli tanks

or bullet swarms from U.S. firms

to kill the people, they call germs.

I do not care what their supporters think

supremacist wails don’t make me shrink

I stand for justice and human kind

not gangs of evil so maligned.

I call for justice to be served

after all the heinous crimes observed

applaud South Africa’s great support

at the international criminal court.

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Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams

Collapsing Themes, Rebuilding Dreams

Things today are over the top

the world appears insane

the stories told just don’t add up

and there’s nothing left to gain.

Yet in the streams of narratives

pressed by our mainstream news

our overlords have overreached

controlling public views.

Today we’re thrice divided

by psychological op’s

games are played, deceptions breach

and the noise just never stops.

But once the game comes crashing down

the thieves will be exposed

for in the dust of crashing cards

the truth shall be disclosed.

Truth and strength shall claim their place

in the land that clings to hope

while building bridges over time

is how we’ll learn to cope.

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The Activist Poet

Defiance

Defiance

 

In the end,

when the conflicts still rage

and the army of bots descend

upon my presence on the stage

I’ll speak my mind so that it’s clear

I’ll not be quiet, nor desist,

I’ll be more determined, persevere,

raise my resolve and raise my fist.

I’ll not go into that censored night

nor will I change my view

when nations unleash their might

to bomb, invade or stage a coup.

I’ll battle where that evil has sprung

a field where every man should

condemn those that slaughter the young

embrace community and all that’s good.

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The Activist Poet