I just want to be a ghost from the eyes who judge .

My skin my roots my beliefs .

I just want to fly over to the sky
Riding the wind to the stars
Breaking down the border lines
Dropping  some lightning to the nation flags
Holding hands of broken hearts .

Hopefully one day

PRESIDENT TRUMP AT THE UNITED NATIONS
IT NEEDS AN OVER HAUL
OK DONALD LETS HAVE A TWEET
BEFORE THERE IS AN IN HOUSE BRAWL



NORTH KOREA IS THE TOPIC
THEY WILL HAVE AN INTENSE CHAT
IF NORTH KOREA FIRES ANOTHER MISSILE
I THINK THAT IS THAT



WE HOPE THE SANCTIONS WILL
BRING NORTH KOREA TO ITS KNEES
IF IT DOSEN'T WHAT WILL TRUMP DO
DROP THE BOMBS WITH EASE


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The LORD's Word

Creates ocean waves

They surf right through my brain

The love of the Father

Is what keeps me brave

If you're interested and bothered

To know my inner flame

Then Salvation

Is the name

Spreading it all over the nation

Is the game

Victory

We have gained

Making history

Should run through our veins

Accepting the LORD

Is a process of change

Being reborn

And walking in His righteous ways

Is confessing your sins

And you'll be redeemed

Don't hold it within

And He'll be there, on time of need

For the things, we have done

He'll set us free

For He is the one

Who give us eyes to see

TRUMPS SPEECH ON TERRORISM
IN THE ARAB NATION STATES
HIS SPEECH WILL CREATE
A LOT OF HEATED DEBATE


AMERICA WILL SHOW THE LEAD
AND TAKE ON THE TERRORISTS WITH PASSION
TRUMP WILL LEAD THE ATTACK
AND BE THE LEADER OF THE ARAB NATIONS


THE SCOURGE OF TERRORISM NOW
WILL FACE A UNITED FORCE
WITH DEVOTION AND COMMITMENT
NEVER TO BE DRIVEN OF COURSE

in the east
there is sand, and fire, and oath;
in the west
there is another plague
of the mind and the soul;
in the north
the solitude of every snowflake
can be felt;
in the south
the ancients are rotting
forgotten because
their stories don't sell

‘I belong to this
And you belong to that
Here is a line in the grass
That you may not pass

You stay on that side
I stay on this
Here is a laminated card
Without it life is hard

You talk in that way
I talk in this
Those similar I hold dear
But you cannot come here

I have this symbol
You have your own
Three colours on a rag
You have an uglier flag

I am one type of person
You are a different kind
Our kind cannot be mixed
For our categories are fixed.’

Nations – what a load of old *******.

When the earth collides,
The sky beckons the sea
And the sea beckons the air
And the air hovers to the tree
And the tree beckons the rain
And the rain meets the earth
In a rushing surge
And the earth smells green
And the green revives the earth
And the green endows the herbs
And the herbs become medicine
And the herbs heal the nation
And the herbs heal the nation

Ovi Odiete ©
*Poetry Times

U Thant
suited this
assembly and
made well
of United
Nations then
only his
legacy may
tell if
this Cuban
thaw matched
his twill
and his
real change
for world
peace in
Thanksgiving here.

I hope that the world
comes to see my mind
and hope for them
to pray for my life.

Because they are never going to offer
me their hand
I'm over here in a distant land.

Suffering off poverty--
a place named 3rd world country
and none of them understand
that I smile while I bathe
standing on the riverside sand.

It's my peaceful cleansing
before returning to my shackles
the fear of living in this territory.

I used to have my neighbors
but now I have craters
and collapsed buildings
to keep me company.

Standing in the remnants
of a door frame
is the last place I ever saw my family.

Some of us chose to drown
swimming across the Aegean sea--
some of us chose to stay
so our children
could have a place on a raft about to keel,
but none of us chose to suffer
and feel like the entire world had turned against us.

Thoughts glanced off me,
lying like stones in the sand
I ran
quick mind over quickened feet
hands ripped open by bushes;
rich thickets that sprung
from the very land
that my own soles scorched.

I chased skies
chased words away from mind
and wept imprisonment from inside,
howling at the chains that kept me bolted to the ground

I threw both time and space at my feet,
like the clothes of a slave.
As my legs lurched for length,
I swept eerie visions of my past away
like wind across my skin.

My toes pounded land;
my eyes searching the horizon
bleeding ears catching the groans
of the earth that my hands clawed at.

A ravenous beast;
my feet sought still to devour the world
as it lay sleeping like a lamb
woken only by the lush rip of my teeth
stopping its temperate pulse.

My lungs gasped the air that my sweat left humid,
no more was I condemned to life
my empty chains
cracked off
by pulsating limbs.
My insatiable teeth
gnawing at the very land itself
no longer was I able to sit amongst the trees;
or gaze up at the stars
I was not content to watch the world,
but eat it;
taste the bitter earth
and force it down dried gullet
drinking in the seas
to quench my geographical thirst.

And still
my wide eyes searched for their next slaughter
the next nation
to ****** the life from.