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Showing posts with label hunt brothers. Show all posts

Saturday, April 25, 2015

National Anxiety



























National Anxiety

danger
in the air
smell it
taste it
Its presence
pervasive
blended fear
and hatred
thick
like mist
at dawn
when cold
encounters
warm
intolerance
and ignorance
converging
in a storm
of closed
minds
and open
mouths
foolishness
spewing out
echoing
Sunday morning
talking heads
in verbal bouts
no love
for either
no respect
from either
screwed
Repubs
dry f^ck us
Dems
use lube
still hurts
nerves worked
like slave backs
welts felt
from way back
privilege denial
“We held no chattel!”
Might vs. Right
still engaged
in battle
recompense
dreaded
subconsciously
embedded
Liberty
half-buried
on a beach
is how they said it
through emotion
picture show
scripted
Bright Eyes hollers
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
and arts reveal
what so many
hearts conceal
today


- HymnAgen

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Technozombies

Technology zombies
all around me alarm me.
Marching like a mindless army.
                                               
This sh!t is beyond me.
They’re plugged in around the clock
being programmed
and they can’t stop!
It’s black ops !

They are under the spell of the cell;
can’t tell what’s fake from reality.
In actuality, caught up in a virtual world –
preferring cyber sex to the flesh of a girl.

Looking at @sses
with 3-D glasses;
Rubbin’ out bio-hazards.
Nasty b@st@rds
walking down the street in a trance;
smartphone sticky from the skeet in they hand.

Watch out! Damn,
another zombie hit by a van.
Fool didn’t look –
transfixed by some tweets and a book
full of faces hadn’t thought about in ages.
Frontin on instagram pages.
This sh!t it outrageous!

We’re helping the man re-enslave us
with the tricknology that he gave us.
It modifies our behaviors
by making us tame.
Keeping us from gettin’ hip to the game
like dilly b!tches,
caught up in they tumblr pictures.
Blowing kisses in mirrors
wearing nothing but britches.
Sh!t is ridiculous!
MK Ultra: no one’s suspicious.

It’s remote mind control
changing humans to drones.
Altering our chemistry.
Fvckin’ wit our memories.
Turning friends to enemies.
Kin folk to foes,
while they’re kickin’ back counting they dough

What?

You didn’t know?

-HymnAgen


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Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Real War

I feel the frustrations of a nation
rising from the fear of genetic decimation,
comingled with the fear of continued subjugation –  
suspicions fomented by cultural isolation.
As predicted by the Kerner Report, we are two nations.
Now allow me to draw this correlation:

These conflicted populations
represent in this equation
North and Southern Hemispheres,
and the Southern’s realization
that the North ain’t played fair
since before colonization
right through today’s economic exploitation.
Wherever Southerners live
feels like we’re under occupation
by the military arm of rich Caucasians.

See these abhor their own poor.
They ship them off to fight their wars.
Those who survive are given multiple tours.
If they hate them to that extent,
just imagine how much more
they hate your black @ss by simple extrapolation.
Poor race relations is a tool
that keeps us both acting like fools
subjecting our ridicule on each other
while they rule over us both unchallenged –
secure in their positions,
divide and conquering potential opposition.

Remember they killed King AFTER he spoke up for the poor
and that imperialistic Vietnam War.
Don’t get distracted by their tactics anymore!
That white and black sh!t is small.
This is a war being waged by classist b@st@rds!

-HymnAgen


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Sunday, July 11, 2010

The Economic Threat We Face

Some will believe and some won't, but I urge you to watch these videos. I learned about Jonathan May from Milton William Cooper's, Behold, A Pale Horse. It is interesting to hear Paul Volcker mentioned especially since he is heading up Obama's Economic Recovery Advisory Board. The fox is guarding the hen house. Enjoy. Be moved to action. Share!















Chew on that...