Look upon my vast domain,---
Rome trifles upon my lands
And Parthia. My economy 
Is in shambles, as the armies
Ravage the environs.
And this little city I have
So vital to my economy...
I keep having to retake it
Over and over again,
And punish its inhabitants.
But, no matter how,
They rebel, and expel my forces
From the city, and weaken my resolve.
I am conquered.

For those who think it's a game
And think it's good and glorious...
I will give you the surefire stratagem to win.

First, summate that you have superior numbers.
And second, summate that you have superior weapons.
Then, pattern a strong use of logistics which can cross the entire world
And fuel your troops with rations and portions, and flesh and prostitutes.
Then, have spies within your enemy's nations, fueling them with rage.
Then, invade, and murder men, women, children, infants, elderly,
Until there is nothing left of the culture.
Do so, and you'll be damned.
But, that is how you win a war.
Sun Tzu, Clausewitz, Machiavelli,
They know nothing.
Learn from the Master, God Himself
Whom His verses on War are so horrific
In that Holy Bible,
Not to be a how to, but to ease a man's conscience for having slain his brother
In the case where such a day is called for...

Therefore, be on the defence
And have your populace armed.
So if invading armies come, you match them rifle for rifle
And bomb for bomb.
Arm your citizens, and prepare them to revolt against their invaders.
Teach them to kill Generals, and to aim for them on their horses.
And teach them to lay snares, and bombs in the highways,
And if your adversary is cunning to make you unable to fire a shot
Use stealth and disruption,
And murder them before they murder you.

Pft... I hate war. I understand it though.
Maybe you ought to, too.
So people don't needlessly die
And children all over the world can live happy lives.

War is genocide. 
Always was. 

Iraq, 
Vietnam, 
Korea, 


That's what American troops were doing. 

Going door to door, 
Killing men women and children. 

That's war. 

With regard to HAMAS 
It attacked Israel. 
Israel needs to defend itself. 
It has a right to, and 
Its adversary is bold enough to use child soldiers.

I don't say it's right. Don't misconstrue my words. But, that's a reality.

The Critical Race Theorists
Parrot verbatim Hitler's critiques
Of Christianity. They go, wanting
To organize society, so the retard is a weatherman.
When confronted with Hitler
They still proclaim his is my God.
Despite Hitler wanting to destroy
My religion, and replace it with his own.
DEI and CRT and LGBTQ
March to restructure society in 
A Nationalism of Diversity
Equity, Inclusivity, Critical Race Studies;
So that all ethnicities blend into a potent
Soup to destroy the Western Race.

Who will stop them?
Obviously, the Old Ordered Nazis
As Fascist Antifascists fight
Brown Coats on the streets
Waving Rainbow and Swastika flags
Killing each other in lunatic mobs.

Me... I wish to organize the sane Americans
To kill them all to the last.
Wherever Fascism burgeons
It must be destroyed.
Even if claiming to be "Antifascist."
Even if waving the Red, White and Black.

For society comprises little Hitlers
In their Darth Vader Masks,
And millions of them at that.

Let's wage this war with words, and not bullets.

Hophra, you are defeated by Babylon
When you move out to aid Zedekiah in the war.
Then, you seek Babylonian Aid
When Egypt rebels against your rule
And are killed when Nebuchadnezzar
Fails to retake Egypt.

Cambyses, you take Egyptians Captive
Among them is Pythagoras.

Israel, you go into captivity
Again, for 40 years,
When Rome besieged Jerusalem
And fulfilled Christ's prophecies
Of the Temple being destroyed yet again.

You are damned.

He worked hard his whole life,
And wanted a good one, what will or be damned.
He picked himself up by the bootstraps,
And made himself a a self made man.
He had a racist vein but that's alright,
For the whole world loved him.
But the man writing this poem,
He said, "Worked on nothing,"
So I hugged him, and said,
"My friend, what will or what may
"I know I worked hard and fortune
"Has its ways... you worked hard
"But I see many who do,
"The world is full of failures
"Who worked hard just like you.
"But if you are right, I'll rise up from decay
"And people will read my words
"And my life will be made gay."

I'm a Narcissist

Perhaps I am, after studying 20 years
A know nothing fool, who hasn't written 
A single good poem. Perhaps I ought
To make a fortune... and seek not true love.
Perhaps I ought be unkind and cruel
For that is kindness in today's world.
Not speak truth--nor think there is truth.
Mr. Cross, I am a narcissist as you claimed
Guilty as charged. I love hard
And that's not allowed. I am kind
And that's naughty. Am I even humble?
Is humility a not boast and no self respect?
Yes... humility is to love myself
Inordinately more than anyone else.
Which I do not, so thus I am a narcissist.
In our modern, conflated definition of the word
That doesn't make sense.
Just like our definition for Equity
No longer strikes to the core of truth
But is rather about inequity in all things.
So, to be the narcissist is to feel pain
For others' suffering, and want to right what's wrong.
And to humbly proclaim there is no truth
And there is no God, and that all who love
Their Neighbor are narcissists too.
That is humility, and self sacrifice and love,
Is to know thyself, and love only thyself,
And do all for thyself, and no other.
Only than can you not be one. Only then.
A true narcissist.

Patriotic hymns are racist.
One must not kiss without consent.
American fortune is a grievous shame.
What even is Easter? That's not a big deal anymore.
The founding Fathers were Slave Owners, and Tesla also invented the Light Bulb.
Columbus was a dolt who calculated the Earth wrong.
Halloween is racist, but if we must, make it bloody scary.
The Pilgrims genocided the Native Americans.
Christmas is a Fascist Holiday made to lubricate the Consumerist Machine.

Then, we sing Auld Lang Sine every New Years Eve
And play our patriotic hymns in the morning
Before every class... how the children sing.

Then, Eros, that Cupid, the baby cherub
Brings his arrows of bliss, and shoots his
Tarths at lovers, to cause them to make love.

The rainbow, at its end, is a pot of gold,
And fortune is found by chasing it, for it ends
And the Leprechauns play every March.

Then the Easter Bunny hides our toys
And all our candies, and our airplane
Gliders, and our painted eggs. Such joy.

In the morn, Mother nature and Father time
Consummate their marriage, and by evolution
Do they create the world, like a Fantasia.

Then we know George Washington never told a lie,
And Ben Franklin invented Electricity,
And Thomas Edison invented the light bulb after 100 tries.

We know Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue in 1492
Because he knew the Earth was round, and that
He'd sail to the coast of India if he just believed.

In 1776, the Declaration of Independence was signed
And on that very day, Revolution started, because 
Of the first shot fired at Concord and Lexington.

Then the Spooks, Ghouls and Goblins and jack o'lanterns 
Come out for a scare, and the skeletons
And the witches, and there are Parades and Trick or Treat.

Then in the cornucopia, we find our Harvest's fruits
There, pumpkin, and apples, and turkey, and corn
And and potatoes, which the Pilgrims shared with the Indians.

Finally, the big finale, St. Nicholas rides his sleigh
With a sack of toys for all the good little boys and girls,
In red raiment, and pulled by Rudolf and his friends.

I say it was good. Not believed, save for the hearty love it inspired.

Fiery carnelian and topaz leaves
Upon the trees, the bare tops swaying in the breeze,
I walk upon a path, smelling the musk
Of a lover, the leaves in their mulching
Give off the subtle scent of a beautiful woman;
It hints ever so slightly, as the Buck
With its white tail raised like a mercy flag
Crosses the path in the flash of an eye.
Be careful, calm, do not stir the beast
Lest it trample you, but go on your way.
At the last, a little chipmunk interrupts
My prayers, in a frantic stirring
Preparing for Winter's stores
By finding the fat of fall's harvest.