Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

Thus far,


My website was last updated:
18 October 2019

And this very page was upgraded on
11 October 2019

The poem:
Poetry With A Mission

Special focus page.


2.  R.I.P Planet Earth?
3.  Oh, Louis Armstrong...

4.  Greener Than Green

5.  I Can't Talk?
6.  I'm No Hero
7.  Far Better I Be Honest
8.  Count On Me

9.  Don't Want To Offend?
10.  Long Live Free Speech!
11.  Never Hinder Protest
12.  Just Say It
13.  Best It's Hollered
14.  Don't Get Too Hung Up On Delivery
15.  Canaries In The Mine
16.  Are You A Mere Shadow?
17.  Crosses Come With Every Such Hero

18.  But With Hong Kong In Mind
19.  Mobocracy
20.  Errant Protestors

21.  I Am Charlie, But...
24.  Let's Get Love Right!
25.  Those Calls For Love And Not Hate
26.  Pet Themes
27.  We Are One?
28. Hang On A Minute!
29.  Regarding Israel Folau

30.  So, Mister Evolutionist
31. To David Attenborough
32.  Vitiligo Reveals The Lie
33.  And So
34.  Not Impressed With Christians?
35.  As For What's Done In God's Name
36.  It's Good To Be On The Side Of Right
37.  "It's Not The Gun's Fault," They Say

"If the counsel be good, no matter who gave it."


Poetry that pulls no punches and strips away the veneer whilst scratching where it itches;
that breaks
the mould;
that thinks outside the box;
that dares to present itself differently;
that rhymes with the times and runs the gamut of emotions and experiences;
that searches the heart, examines the mind, and assesses the soul;

that deals with harsh realities and meets people where they are;
that doesn't think to save its own skin;
that takes its jacket off, rolls its sleeves up and doesn't stop until the job is done;

that deals with both sides of the coin;
that tests, proves and sorts.

More of my own quotes:

"Love needs no man to explain it, but calls all men to express it."

"Better to have a soft heart that weeps than a hard heart that maims."

“Our life should not consist of what we take but what we give.”

"Love says what others don't, won't, or can't, and the reason why it does is, because it should and must."

"Though the heart should always rule, it errs where it's not connected to the brain."

"Every day that we're given is too precious to waste, because every day that we're given can't be replaced."

"An evil act always has a rotten root."

"Your past is not the present unless you let the present remain your past."

If those on the left won't listen to those on the right, and if those on the right won't listen to those on the left, neither will find the balance that's missing from either.

"How any country treats its poor and deals with poverty, depends on how high a regard it has for humanity."

"The greatest enemies are often within."

"Falsehood always has it in for truth."

"Truth can often be very hard for many to accept, simply because it runs so contrary to everything that they've been taught."

"Evil men often leave no trace of their involvement and direct from the shadows."

"Good government requires good men."

"The only thing that stops a hell bent society is disaster."

"A nation that sinks is eventually sunk."

“Ladders are for sharing, not hogging.”

"That which many find too hard to believe is often the believable in unfamiliar clothing.”

"If love was admiring its reflection, would that reflection be you?"

"We’re living in a time where most prefer fables to truth, and where truth is indeed being exchanged for fables."

“Sleight of hand and smoke and mirrors seem the order of the day.”

“The greatest poverty is that which is found in too many hearts and minds.”

"Out of suffering comes empathy."

“It’s not wealth that’s the problem, but the selfish and irresponsible misuse of it.”

“Hard times always pick on the needy.”

“There’s a little bit of everyone in all of us.”

"Wealth should never be seen apart from an acute conscience and deep sense of duty.”

"Sense comes with age, but seldom with the ages."

“It’s crystal-clear that some things aren’t.”

"The degree to which we care is measured by the degree of our effort."

"The welfare safety net has nothing to do with the left but everything to do with what's right."

"Memories are always better when they're preceded by wise choices and selfless acts."

“To laugh at someone’s misfortune is to invite your own.”

"Our life is shallow and empty until it’s filled with loving words and deeds that quench the thirst in others."

"If we're not prepared to help somone who's broken down on the road of life, we can't complain if they're slowing down the traffic and holding us up."

“I find it intriguing how many who’ve been there are no longer in touch with where they’ve been.”

"Those who bury their head in the sand miss seeing the incoming tide."

"Open minds are precious things, for such are seldom found and sorely needed."

“Hidden justice isn’t justice, nor its judge or jury worthy.”

"If you’re afraid to say it, chances are you should."

"The man a woman marries can make or break her life, and hence why a woman should do her homework before she becomes a wife."

"No voice should be silenced lest all voices be silenced."

"Earth's wounds are humanity's shame."

“Freedom’s only as safe as we are free.”

“Those who willingly tend the throne of he who acts by force, are often the victims of that very same iron fist.”

“Those who plot have lost the plot.”

“What evil men can’t get by consent, they take by stealth or force.”

“Cold hearts are the result of frozen minds.”

“We all have the same brain, but not all have the same heart.”

“Political correctness knows neither humour nor charity.”

“If as much time was spent on others as most spend on themselves, there would be a lot less folk seeking help from others and more time for others to spend on themselves.”

“Good health is determined more by one’s mouth and mind.”

“If you’re blessed with much, bless those with less.”

“People are often generous with a little but seldom with a lot.”

"The welfare system is a country’s heartbeat. Thus, strong beat — healthy condition, weak beat — terminal condition."

“Selling the assets of one’s country, (even partially), is a short term fix that ensures long term repercussions and a possible demise.”

“There’s nothing more odious than class distinctions.”

“It could be said that the two greatest offences are the violating of the innocent and the neglecting of the needy.”

“Scapegoats are always the victims of something that they’ve had nothing to do with.”

“No, they, he, her, wouldn’t do that — oh dear, naivety, naivety.”

It’s better to have a clear conscience than a fear of shadows.”

"Truth will only open like a bud where it's tended by an open mind."

“What’s right has never hurt anyone, but what’s wrong has always hurt everyone.”

"If truth was counting its supporters, would you be one of them?"

"Laughter does for the body what a surgeon can't."

"When we engage in attempting good via evil, we prove that we aren’t good given that  we’re still acting evilly."

“Those whose hearts are dark, oft clothe themselves in light.”

“History only teaches us what we remember.”

“Love one another is good advice, that each may live long on the Earth.”

“Truth is as popular as it suits.”

"This world will always be worse off for every good man or women who leaves it."

“One grows as one goes.”

“The trouble with birthdays is that they blab one’s age.”

“Self-preservation is a short-term fix that afflicts everyone in the long-term.”

"Always remember that tougher sentences and harsher jails mean greater suffering for the wrongly convicted, of which there are far too many."

“A promise not kept was but a lie in disguise.”

“Love’s better seen than heard, for when it’s not seen, it’s merely a word.”

“Given that television has become the new teacher, parent, nanny and pastor, it’s no surprise that society is heading for disaster.”

“Life’s not a blank cheque but a limited sum that we need to spend wisely.”

“Too many pits are dug by borrowed spades.”

"Love seeks what's best, does what's right, and says what's true."

“If it’s not acceptable to lie, why is it considered acceptable to pretend?”

"Today's parent shapes tomorrow's child."

"The more women dress sexy, the more men become lusty."

“One wrongly opened door can lead to many more.”

“To punish folk for cruelty to animals; to speak of animal rights and liberation; to set up animal shelters and clinics; to weep over the loss of a pet, and then unnecessarily slaughter and eat animals, is to surely render ourselves hypocrites; send a very confusing message to the young; and to display a selective sensitivity that would do a dictator proud.”

"When people live off the fat of the land, that fat eventually kills them."

"Though plainness may not turn heads, beauty can only but eventually disappoint."

"We only care as much as we try."

"Bad governments always look for scapegoats."

“It’s better to live in peace than to end up in pieces.”

"If everybody gave there'd be less need to give."

"The petty only attracts the petty."

"To gain the world, one only needs to fool the mass."

“War is a catastrophic fouler of planet Earth.”

“We all like to think that we’re better than we are, and hence how we hinder and delay our growth.”

"There can be just as much love in some needed rebuke as there is in a tender expression."

“Countries that torture their enemies can’t be trusted not to torture their own.”

"This world's problems require the response of everyone."

"Violence and murder are never the way of the enlightened but those who’ve diseased hearts and minds, those who’ve taken leave of their senses, those who’ve been wrongly fed or brainwashed, and all of them misusing their liberty."

"Our true character is revealed by the way we treat

"Love knows nothing of self, contemplates no wrongful act nor injurious word, harbours no grudge, entertains no evil surmisings, leaves no time for gossip, has no room for jealousy or bias, subtracts no rights and adds no impositions, and seeks neither reward, fanfare, popularity or fame."

As mentioned, these quotes are my very own creation, and one or two have been taken from the page that is entitled:
Author's Pen.

A call to return to the path of truth, the ways of love, the nobleness of rightdoing, the beauty of
wholesomeness, the worth of moral integrity, and the benefits and safeguards of sense.

"The selfless protecting of another's own, health and life, the vigorous defending of another's rights, liberty and
freedom, and the sensitive attending to another's suffering, heartbreak or misfortune, these truly maketh a man.
And remember this: That love knows nothing of wrong; and truth, nothing of accommodation.

Of You

Of you I tell and teach my children, "Don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never,
But treat them like something very precious that’s been left in your care forever.
Yes, now and always, for they're a human being too, not a thing, nor wood or steel,
But a living, breathing part of all we are, another who can think and feel."

And hence why no noble person would act otherwise via some word or deed,
Injuring being a weakness, not a strength, and cursed are they who cause to bleed;
Such but evil, love knowing nothing of it, and why of you I tell and teach,
"Don’t hurt that soul! Never, never, never, but always higher and better reach."

By Lance Landall

Welcome to my personal, reality based website.

Both general and issue-based poetry, though with the accent on the latter; and given the latter, such poems may be tweaked or added to at any moment  check the important notes found near the top (and center) of my poem list page.
However, there's more than just my poetry, and my Home page being a page in its own right.
You won't leave unaffected
therefore, expect the unexpected.



Scroll down, or, if in a hurry, though missing much,
like the NOTE in bold red a little below,
and the cluster of more SAMPLE POEMS further down again,

click on the POEMS button (above and left), then select from the POETRY MENU links on that page.
This is also what one does after having purused my Home page.
By the way, t
he conditions for using my poems are laid out in a blue box near the top (and left) of my poem list page.

Greetings, fellow traveller,

This broad-based website, though designed for the times and with a particular focus, features a light-hearted section, a secular-generic section, and a religious section.
Here on my website, you will not only find poetry (by far) but prose and articles, such all being part and parcel of my personal journey, and thereby, a cathartic exercise, a collage, a kaleidoscope of thoughts, concerns, musings, views, beliefs and experiences.
And all of it being my very own work, except where I have stated otherwise, and hopefully I've not overlooked anything or anyone given how in certain places I have drawn from books and articles here and there, sometimes borrowing thoughts along the way, and given how some things simply get lost in time.
By the way, rather than my name, I sometimes put Author under my work; though having said that, I don't always place my name (or put Author) under everything I do, and therefore, it may be better to check such with me should you want to use something.
For specifically light and tender poems, see my Anything pages. For light-hearted poems, just go straight to my light-hearted section. Yes, I do have a good sense of humour despite the more serious nature of my mission.
And here's a wee sample. :-)

Hello World

Hello world, but to be quite frank, I really wanted to remain in bed,
’Cause I’m tired and still half a sleep, though I guess I’ll have to get up instead.
It seems you can’t do without me, and why I’m always on call, kind of thing,
But from this cosy and comfortable bed I’m really quite loathe to spring.

Say, can’t you find somebody else? I mean, does it really have to be me,
And given I did put in an appearance yesterday, obviously?
But oh no, you’re still on my case, and therefore, another day I’ll have to face,
Oh, if only I didn’t have to shave, brush my teeth and my shoes unlace.

By Lance Landall

Check out this page too (added to on the 11 October 2019):

But continuing on:


That the material on this website is often confronting, that personal expression is exactly that, and that it's your choice whether to continue further or not. But having said that, this website contains no inappropriate content but simply communication that is straight, open, honest and sincere, though sometimes very frank, but with no disrepect or injury of any kind intended.
However, it needs to be said that:

Our response to an opposite opinion or belief reveals our true character and/or state of development.

Though I have tried to place the secular and religious in their respective departments, it has been hard to totally separate both given the nature of my poetic mission, and therefore you will no doubt encounter some connections or crossing over, and why I only think it's fair to warn you about this too. 

And so,

Dear Visitor...

Struggling like me, perhaps — kind words and acts really appreciated, no doubt,
Yes, loving concern, which is what I like to think my website is all about.
And hence why I also point out error, ill and wrong, because such harms us all,
But draped over this humble attempt of mine, hopefully you’ll find love’s shawl.

Or love weaving its way in and out, popping up here and there, reminding you
That though I might oft come on strong, it’s your best interests I’ve sought to pursue.
And so, I doing what I can, something rather than nothing, because I care,
And knowing that such is sorely needed — dangers, troubles and loss always near.

By Lance Landall

"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine (1737-1809)

"Never confuse straight talk with harshness, nor pleasing words with love."

"Loving everyone doesn't mean accepting everything."

"If love was simply hugs, kind deeds and touching words, wisdom would go to the dogs, and sense would fly away with the birds."

"Best we choose to see what we need to see than be forced to see what'll pain more to see."

"The more we know, the more we see."

The Author


All why the following's worth keeping in mind too, and that is:

That mercy can’t develop without the undeserving;
That forgiveness can’t 
develop without the violator;
That tolerance can’t 
develop without the irritator; That acceptance can’t develop without the spoiler;
That growth can’t 
develop without the challenger; That patience can’t develop without the provoker;
That courage can’t 
develop without the intimidator; That perseverance can’t develop without the frustrating;
And that endurance can't 
develop without the testing.

"A better world starts with better people."

"We're only as good as our heart, as sound as our mind, and as deep as our soul."

"If the world's getting worse, ask it what it's exchanged and forsaken."

"When society allows what it shouldn't in order to placate, it sears its conscience
and seals its fate."

"To do what's right we need to know what's right."

The Author

And here's just a few things that you'll discover here:

That it doesn't pay to harm, neglect or ignore anyone;
That there's far too much in the bowls of a few, and far too little or nothing in the bowls of many;
That no one's inferior because of their race or gender;
That animal cruelty, child molestation, torture and human trafficking are abominable crimes;
That helping comes before preaching, and that we should be slow to condemn and quick to forgive;
That armchair critics should burn their armchairs, and that judging by appearances is a sure way to err;
That there’s no shame in emotional damage;
That there's no shame in being poor, but that there is in being pridefully or miserly rich;
That compassion should be coupled with sense, and that there is in fact a time and place to judge;
That men shouldn’t mistreat women, and that women shouldn’t frustrate men;
That men and women are completely different, two halves that make a whole, and therefore are designed to compliment each other, not compete or fight with each other;
That men should keep in mind that hurting their wife or kids is not only unmanly and cowardly, but self defeating;
That the unrestricted voice of all should be heard by everyone;
That liberty is the only security, and that civil and religious liberty should be sacrosanct;
That the path you choose determines the outcome, and that terrorism is nothing but the product of evil;
That pornography is corrupting men, harming women, and destroying marriages and families;
That when it comes to the brain, porn makes it sick, drugs mess it up, booze dumbs it down, and smoking starves it;
That those who needlessly endanger themselves for any kind of pleasure, display a compromised intelligence;
That bad people often hide behind good things;
That people who're painted bad can be good, and that people who're painted good can be bad;
That it never pays to follow pied pipers of any description;
That there's nothing noble about the herd instinct, and that democracy is endangered by mobocracy;
That swinging to the left or right is how one becomes unbalanced;
That many are deceived because they allow others to do their studying and thinking for them;
That the majority have no idea what’s really going on, nor who's behind who or what;
That danger can lie in what we fail to see, and that those who forget the past are bound to repeat it;
That love and truth are paramount, and that we should treasure individuality;
That morals, principles and standards are protective, thoughtful imperatives, hence the need of their return;
That much done in the name of love knows nothing of it, that much done in the name of God knows nothing of Him;
That there’s no eternally burning Hell, that no one's gone anywhere, that God isn’t causing those earthquakes, that no one is damned due to having been born a homosexual, and that not all who claim to be a Christian will be saved;
That Christianity and Christendom are two different things, and that Church and State should never be wed;
That Darwin’s theory defies logic, sound science and evidence to the contrary;
That humans are clearly herbivores by design.

My aim being:

To stimulate thought, generate discussion, facilitate change, and meet people where they are — I believing that there are many issues that need addressing, certain things that need to be said, and more so given that most are looking where it isn't (certain distractions aiding and abetting).
However, to understand the purpose of this website more fully, click on the Purpose button above. 
A particular focus of mine is freedom of expression; civil-religious liberty; human rights; truth; the recovery of morals, principles and standards; and concern for creatures, the underdog and our planet.
And by the way:
Though a Christian, I can understand people veering away from Christianity given the sad behaviour coming from many who claim to be Christians, and given the nonsense, error and ills that are coming from certain quarters of Christendom that's been losing its way. Therefore, lest people throw the baby out with the bath water, I have tried to address this very sad state of affairs via my secular page I Saw Beyond It All and via my secular page Apologetics, and this, given that my website (though a broad based one) does include Christian material. 

Yes, poetry that shouts, confronts, questions, rouses, informs, pleads, shares,
inspires, encourages, heartens, empathises, weeps, sighs, smiles and sees love
as being the only answer.

Poetry that takes no sides but that of all who’ve been wrongly accused or mistreated
— in other words, poetry that condemns wrong wherever and whoever it's coming
from, and whatever that wrong may be.



“Lance Landall reporting for duty, Sir!”
“Time you got here. Okay, son, get that rhythm and rhyme flowing, be it pithy words or witty fun, and see that there’s no slowing, ya hear. And while you’re at it, son, lots of verses too, not just one or two, and share — yes, every single one. Bowl them over with poetry and prose, anything poets might dare to compose, rattle their brain cells, yank at their heart, and tickle their toes — yes, make ’em laugh, make ’em think, make ’em cry, even get them wondering why. And while you’re at it, son, throw in a little bit of this and that, and don’t stop until it’s done. Now scat."
"Yes, Sir!"


4.  Of Me

Of me I tell and teach my children, "I’m just a man, not a god, nor a saint,
No better or greater than anyone else, and in some crisis may well faint.
And so, it folly to esteem me higher than one should, my flaws and faults clear,
And therefore, I only able to do my best, a crown hardly mine to wear.

So love me do, for all should be loved, but mind those expectations bound to fail,
’Cause fathers, and even husbands, belong to the real world, not some fairytale.
And though mistakes I regret, mistakes there will be, but love and care in my heart,
I knowing that it’s not about perfection, but all about that course we chart."

By Lance Landall

5.  You're Not Alone

I wish I could remove your suffering, or is it heartbreak you’re going through?
But all I can do is show that I care via word or act, thus thinking of you.
For who’d ignore a fellow traveller struggling with pain or grief? — no, not I,
This world having given me many a reason to sigh, cry and question “Why?”

Yes, there’re many of us who’ve suffered too, though I’ve no desire to talk of me,
But rather, to let you know that you’re not alone, though feeling so, possibly.
And if so, understandably so, for this world can be very harsh and cold,
Or so it seems until the cheer of a caring rosebud is seen to unfold.

Perhaps it’s just a hug you need, or arm around the shoulder, such no mere token,
For sometimes greater thoughtfulness is shown via an act where words aren’t spoken.
In fact, words oft getting in the way, some folk kind of clumsy with what they say,
But meaning well, though who among us never errs, isn’t seen to wrongly weigh?

Yes, be it physical or emotional, some things are very hard to bear,
And why it’s reassuring to know that folk who truly love and care are near.
For though they can’t wave a magic wand, they can seek or pray on our behalf, and
In the meantime, via word or act, show that they really feel for us, understand.

By Lance Landall

6.  It's So Easy

It’s so easy to look at others (and sound evaluations must oft be made),
But clearly we all have our own sad flaws and failings, and some price for wrong have paid.
Yes, most of us needing more than just a cut and polish, and yet, pointing harshly,
And this, when many are struggling with who knows what; or they clinging perilously.

Yes, insensitive words and acts can act like boots on fingers, and down many go,
Cutting stones and rocks showering them as they plummet; other R.I.Ps below.
And we with all the excuses as to why they have only got themselves to blame —
Well, one way or another — and self-righteousness too often adding to our shame.

Yes, it’s true that many have caused their own dilemma having acted foolishly,
But it’s better to give them a helping hand and not leave some folk feeling angry.
For anger that's fuelled by frustration or desperation can kick back at us all —
Well, one way or another — and why it pays to show heart-cum-make the better call.

But hey, where’s our humanity, that milk of human kindness-cum-selfless love, and,
That mercy that's also long-suffering, that attempt to try and understand?
After all, friend, what if the boot was on the other foot, and thus we in their place?
For life has a habit of toppling thrones and rebuking any who don’t show grace.

By Lance Landall

7.  It's Not Until Later

Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.

It seems that when we’re in our youth (even a little older) we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.

Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.

If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now, and can’t explain.

By Lance Landall

8.  That Gnawing Gap

When the gap between the haves and have nots grows bigger, shaming humanity,
And many aren’t coping financially, it badly affects society.
Hence those acts that are born out of frustration and desperation that we see,
And why crime, suicides and family break ups increase, even anarchy.

Yes, enter stress, ill health, grumblings, anger and oft contempt for those who’re wealthy,
More so the miserly or overindulgent who hug or waste their money.
For when you’ve little or nothing, debt over your head and cupboards that are lean,
Such thoughtlessness and splurging can rub, and why rage, spite and green eyes are oft seen,

As well as any justifiable and understandable cries, I mean,
For folk being left to suffer while others hug or waste their money is obscene.
Sure those who’re more wealthy have a right to do what they wish with their own money,
But hey, speaking of some, where’s their conscience, their loving concern for humanity?

The truth is, that inequality hurts everyone, and why folk should come first,
Not that accountant mentality which a country’s bubble is bound to burst.
Well, sooner or later, such having lost its fizz thus leaving a taste that’s flat,
For any focus that’s not connected to a warm heart isn’t where it’s at.

And this, what every government and each society should’ve learnt by now,
Though sadly not, and why that same old unproductive field they’re still seen to plough.
And hence why that gap between the rich and poor is growing bigger by the day,
And claiming more victims; money, self, folly and agendas having all the say.

And by the way,

Where welfare becomes a dirty word and beneficiaries are stigmatized,
Less compassion is seen and heard and a sad direction thereby advertised.
Yes, a direction that eventually pulls a plug that’s really needed,
And why the welfare garden should never be discarded, but simply weeded.

By Lance landall

9.  No Reason Justifies Ill

Once we pick up a weapon, clench our fists, and use such to hurt another soul,
We join the ranks of fools and tyrants, those ones who’re devoid of a noble goal.
Some being indoctrinated zealots, others being pawns of prejudice and hate,
Or wounds that they’ve not surmounted, but all in a kind of devil possessed state.

Yes, violence belonging to the realm of darkness which no one should enter,
Where ills are concocted according to the cleverness of their inventor.
Mass shootings, bombings, bashings and torture all part and parcel of its evil,
And so opposite to love which would never think to deceive, force, wound or kill.

Be it a weapon, our fists, even a hurtful tongue, we’re off on the wrong track,
That of a foe, our heart having changed from a healthy red to a ghastly black.
And oh, how such can return to bite us, and bite us it should, good and hard too,
Because there are certain things in life that we should never ever think to do.

So many are wrongly fed, deluded, self obsessed or otherwise obsessed,
And indulging in a territory where one is soon cursed rather than blessed.
Love not having a bar of it, but quickly picking up the trumpet or pen,
And denouncing any such wrongfulness coming from such women or men,

Because no reason justifies ill.

By Lance Landall

Penned in memory of those Muslims who died, and those Muslims who suffered,
as a result of the 
Christchurch mass shooting — March 15, 2019.

10.  For Crying Out Loud

You may not approve of same-sex sexual acts, Gay marriages, pornography or abortion,
Cults, certain religious beliefs and practices, door knockers, dope smoking or prostitution
— And that’s your right —
But for crying out loud, don’t ever mentally or physically abuse anybody,
For hate filled words, cruel acts and violence are not only moronic, but weak and cowardly.

Okay, so someone hurt you — so what? — 'cause you don’t have to retaliate, thus acting like them,
For how can you stand tall and protest when indulging in the very same thing that you condemn?
No, striking back is a mug’s game, and who wants to emulate the behaviour of fools and bullies?
For all who treat others badly are partakers in evil, suffering from the same disease.

Yes, you’ve a right to your view, freedom of expression precious, and rightful avenues of protest,
But for crying out loud, never lay hands on anybody, nor in abusiveness invest.
For sad rhetoric and callous behaviour are good friends of bigotry and persecution,
And thus always add to humanity’s problems rather than joining hands in any solution.

You may not be happy with some who’ve authority, their introductions or audacity,
Or you may have a problem with some organisation, and some underhand things that you see.
But whatever or whoever, you get to choose your response, for that response doesn’t choose you,
And whatever that response, it’ll paint you as bad or better, as one’s words and acts always do.

So for crying out loud anyone, stifle those words, unclench those fists, and shun any weaponry,
For though you’ve a right to think and feel differently, you should never mistreat humanity.
And should someone hurt you, don’t jump on the same merry-go-round, but rather, help pull on the brakes,
For the one who doesn’t becomes a party to the crime, and love, wisdom and foresight forsakes.

By Lance Landall

The poem above is referring to our general treatment of others, and was tweaked on 24 August 2018.

11.  Pawns Of Hearsay And Faulty Assumptions

Tell me, why do you have that very negative opinion of someone, who
As a result, you’re having little to do with, and which might say much of you?
Is it because of what others have told you? Such a sure way to err, of course,
Many not attempting to rightly find out from the mouth of the condemned horse.

Too many responses are based on hearsay, or how something appears to be,
And thus so much not taken into account, very hypocritically,
Because who of us would like to stand before a judge who’s without all the facts,
And who’s clutching evidence that’s been played with, and which just the accuser backs.

Accusers are many, some with an agenda, some lacking maturity,
Nursing petty grievances, perhaps, then there’s bias, not wanting to see.
So many too quick to down someone, pass on gossip, put their own spin on things,
Which somewhere in life (’cause what goes ’round comes ’round) a curse on themselves simply brings.

Too many listening to teary-eyed talebearers who’re oft not seeing straight,
The condemned one having done the right thing under the circumstances, but wait!
Yes, there’s always more, but they the victim, seemingly, the one they speak of doomed,
And unable to present their side given how they’re effectively marooned.

Oh, how I hate that dirty laundry which never gets washed, but certainly aired,
Family members bagging family members, say — yes, everything bared.
Much explained away, but no, out on the airwaves it goes, many tuning in
(Instead of switching off), acting like judge and jury, and adding to the sin.

There’re reasons why folk do or don’t do something, and they need to be understood,
Not rushed to judgment over; many only too happy to hang if they could.
Some folk have issues, and help’s needed, but help’s oft not there, just condemnation,
All because others don’t have a full understanding of the situation.

Folk commonly operate on different levels (religious beliefs in mind),
And thus what one condemns another praises (though many on error have dined).
But understanding only coming when folk bother, reach out, and check to see,
The horses mouth oft left waiting, truth lost to hearsay, and what folk fail to see.

By Lance Landall

12.  To White Supremacists

Surely sense would tell us that a human is a human, be they black or white,
That pigmentation is the only difference, and all precious in God’s sight.
And why I state the latter is, because some of you believe in God, He who
Wasn’t a racist — and in fact, of olive skin, a humble Saviour and Jew.

One who died that all might live, so what’s with your rage and threats, because you should know
That all are equal in His sight, that it’s most un-Christian to argue and fight.
And hey, white people hardly superior, our brains no different at all,
Nor our physiology, and hence your cruel diatribes nothing but a gall.

But aside from everyone clearly having the same origin, rights and worth,
Can’t you see that all are suffering, are in the same leaky boat, planet Earth?
And this surely being why we should all pull together, buckets in each hand,
And hey, our very birth why we’re all entitled to the same crop yielding land.

Yes, coloured people simply coloured, and not inferior, but as for you,
And that sad behaviour that makes no sense, what might it say about your IQ?
Or about the IQ of anyone who indulges in such injury,
Because such hatred and prejudice has more to do with immaturity.

So please, rise above it, for that’s where the answer lies, with love and not hate,
We not esteeming ourselves higher than others, no “Keep Out!” sign on our gate.
But rather, our arms open wide, we embracing all, for divided we fall,
And why at the end of the day, only the humble and loving can stand tall.

And to those of you who feel the same way as me, don’t fight fire with fire, please,
’Cause scrapping with white supremacists suggests that you’ve the same hate filled disease.
So don’t hate them either, but wisely reason with them, and live by example,
That in your life all may be above board, open to inspection, sound and well.

By Lance Landall

"Those who misuse liberty endanger liberty."
The Author

13.  The Puppy

Have you seen that poor little puppy that will spend its entire life in a horrid cage,
Only to be experimented on? Oh, how over such cruelty we all should rage!
How I yearn to set such creatures free, for in a cage, and in that place, they shouldn’t be,
For nothing that lives and breathes should be tortured so — no, such is plain criminality.

Week after dreadful week that little puppy will suffer, be denied love and affection too,
Due to a vivisectionist systematically torturing, as they daily do.
Injecting this and injecting that, cutting and stitching, leaving that puppy in pain;
A puppy born into a ghoulish nightmare, a hell, where cruel vivisectionists reign.

There he sits in his cage, alone and fearful as the hours, days, weeks, months and years go by,
Cowering each time they come to grab, jab, only to shove him back, where one day he’ll die.
No matter how much he whimpers, claws at the floor, or chews at the metal, there he'll stay,
Never receiving a cuddle, a pat, a rub, a brush, unable to run, stroll or play.

And he’s just one of many, that each day, all throughout the world, are going through misery,
Yes, poor little puppies deserving of a comfy home and a loving family.
But no, there they'll stay, only to be treated heartlessly, callously, sadistically,
Until we can bring an end to such wrong — an evil that brings shame on humanity.

By Lance Landall

For quotes regarding the ills and pointlessness of vivisection, see my page:
Why I'm A Vegetarian.


14.  Dear Suitor

My daughter is very precious to me, so I want the very best for her,
And it’s my duty as her father to rightly guide and duly protect her,
And hence my watchful eye when it comes to any man who has his sights on her,
Because I don’t want to see her hurt, harmed or used, though that choice is up to her,

'Cause where desire’s stronger than sense, it’s almost assured that one will err.

So let’s cut to the chase.

Will she be all the better or all the worse for your appearance on the scene,
Will she rise to a higher level or sink to a lower one, and I mean:
Will you keep your hands off her until you marry her, exercise self control,
Are you a disciplined man, have you standards and principles, a noble goal?

Or will others be heard to say, “What on Earth does she see in him?”, oh dear me,
Such not all that uncommon, ones manners and appearance conveying plenty.
So, what’s your maturity level, is your current state one of progression,
Are you going somewhere, are there any inklings of issues or aggression?

You see, if you can’t cut it now, you won’t when married, for this is how it goes,
One only as good as ones heart, as sound as ones mind, from which good or ill flows.
So, do you indulge in uncouth language, bawdy talk, lecherous pursuing,
Or visit porn sites; and when it comes to my daughter’s table, what can you bring?

Have you a little nest egg, or will she always do it hard, oft go without,
Are you responsible, trustworthy, faithful, or will she soon have cause for doubt?
So, should you seek my blessing, you will need to prove that you are worthy of her,
And that if she herself has somewhat fallen, that you will seek to raise her.

And hey, are you really matched, are both your paths the same, or will two worlds collide,
Maybe not immediately, but ultimately, and then there’s self and pride.
So, are you putting her best interests first, or not wanting to let her go;
The latter proving that you're less a man, ’cause by clinging, future pain she’d know.

Yes, would you love and cherish her, display affection, keep same hands in order,
Marriage still no place for lust, and why even there, there needs to be some boarder.
She no object but a person, her dignity to be protected, and so,
Best you do some thinking, son, ’cause unhappy marriages are hard boats to row,

And father-in-laws better a friend than foe, and there’s more I’d like you to know:

Should you have children, I don’t want to see them going astray, suffering too,
So what kind of dad would you be, your past or present a clue, undoubtedly.
And hence my calling a spade a spade, for stray dogs and alley cats don’t bode well,
My daughter not another conquest, please, and I’ve no time for that kiss and tell.

And should my daughter not listen and pain come her way, I will have the last say,
For she will have learnt that her dad was right, and why he wouldn’t give her away.
So you can seek my blessing, but if your intent and goals aren’t as high as mine,
You’re wasting your time — and so too, I believe, hoping for a blessing that’s Divine,

Divorce an ugly thing, and a negative response to this but a sure sign.

Yes, I’ve set the bar high, but frankly, that height should surely be normal for all,
The life of ones daughter no small thing, it so easily marred should ill befall.
And many an unsuitable suitor has insured such, wreckage everywhere,
Fathers left to pick up the pieces, and why I’ve made my feelings crystal-clear.

By Lance Landall

15.  When Hometime's A Nightmare

When a wife doesn’t look forward to her husband coming home, nor a child its father, there’s nothing so sad,
’Cause that arrival time (given his workday’s over) is something that should make every wife and child glad.
However, in too many homes, be they opulent or ramshackled, such is a tragic daily affair,
Where selfishness, insensitivity and injury on the part of the husband-cum-father chills the air.

Users, abusers, unfair accusers — call them what you will — and often boozers, who make those homes a hell,
Hence those sad, shameful tales that many a battered, shattered wife, or sexually molested child can tell.
Oh, such betrayal, such cowardice, such callousness (of which no man should ever stoop to, nor entertain),
That instead of daily doses of emotional sunshine, delivers weeks, months, years of storm clouds and rain.

Yes, unseen deeds that go on behind closed doors and curtains, leaving behind a trail of heartbreak, misery,
The fear of such showing in the eyes of those so afflicted (which only the discerning see, possibly).
And they — the cruelly abused — left shocked and numb, racked by feelings of helplessness, hopelessness, even self blame,
And drowning in an emotional whirlpool — each distressing day, or each distressing night, always the same.

Some mother and father’s daughter having made the wrong choice, ensuring the suffering of her child as well,
But she not necessarily to blame, for oh, how suitors deceive, making some marriage a living hell.
Hence how hometime can become a nightmare for many wives and children — upper class, middle class, or lower class —
Whose happiness is destroyed by such spoilers, ravagers of the soul, who make each day like treading on glass.

By Lance Landall

16.  Catch On?

Even when life has dealt us blows, left us with hurt and pain, it’s better to remain loving,
And midst the fog of broken dreams, heartache and loss, to seek out others with whom we can sing.
By that I mean, to lose ourselves in selfless acts and gentle ways, and words that warm and heal,
For responding any differently, even more joy, peace, hope and happiness will steal.

Yes, such is how we make our heart smile again, how we still move forward, and find our way through,
Searching for any little thing that will brighten, found in those things that for others we do.
For as we lift another’s spirit, ease their lot, and via those loving acts of kindness share,
Our own load is lightened, our season soothed, and possibilities are oft seen to appear.

We shouldn’t dwell on what we’re missing, on what might’ve been, or even on what should’ve been,
But rather, make the most of the present and what we have, for things will always intervene.
Hence why life’s really in the living, the being, our sight, our hearing, even our sense of smell,
And not so much in grandiose plans, nor romantic dreams, for many betray, kiss and tell.

Better to thrive on little, for little disappoints less, given expectations are low,
And given that acceptance and contentment are the two greatest friends that any can know.
For we all arrived with nothing, and will leave with nothing, given living is in the being,
And why we’ll never experience true peace until this little gem of truth we’re seeing.

By Lance Landall

17.  When Love Will Have The Final Say

When I see love in action, love that’s genuine and true, I just know that there must be a plan for man,
One with the best of intentions, one that’s been awaiting its time — that is, since evil somehow began.
And I’ll keep on believing so, for there’s one thing I’m sure of — LOVE WILL TRIUMPH SOON — and permanently,
But not before we’ve seen the worst of evil, its final push to ensnare all, albeit temporarily.

Yes, I’ll take love’s side any day, for I have seen its fruitage, and thus know of its possibilities,
Unlike evil — a dead-end street — which, when it’s reigning within folk, just acts like a terminal disease,
One that’s contagious, though there is a cure for those who wish to be free of its poisonous infamy,
And that cure is love — pure, unadulterated love — for I have seen the results of its potency.

Oh yes, nothing works like love, nothing satisfies more — for love, unlike hate, is balanced and in harmony,
A beautiful holistic tree bursting with bountiful promises — yes, cheery growth that one can see.
A tree that keeps on giving, no thought for itself, but nourished and fed by its own generosity,
Each one of its flowers leaving a lasting sweetness in the air, one rich in selfless ancestry.

And why I just know that love’s the answer, and that in due season it will deliver, not disappoint,
Unlike evil, which leaves a bitter taste, a cruel legacy — not a home, but some sleazy rundown joint.
Yes, only love knows the way, only love provides hope, purpose and light, a coming solution filled day,
And why I won’t stop believing until that time when love will have the final say, and thus evil slay.

By Lance Landall


18.  That Man Jesus

Yes, I was reading about Jesus and how He never hurt anybody,
How He never abused anyone physically or emotionally.
How He never cussed, gossiped, acted lawlessly, recklessly or thoughtlessly,
Nor lied, cheated, deceived, coveted, stole, murdered or acted immorally.

How His doings were always good and noble, how He healed, restored and aided,
How His kingliness and mighty powers were never boastfully paraded.
How He bore our punishment, displayed mercy, offers grace and eternal life,
How He has promised freedom from this Earth’s evil, suffering, heartbreak and strife.

And I wondered, why hasn’t everyone embraced this amazing being,
Who, by the way, preached a gospel of love — so what is it that folk aren’t seeing?
For this being who claims to be God, our creator, hasn’t done any harm,
But bears long, loves, cares, intercedes, searches longingly, holds out a nail pierced palm.

And research has shown me how He’s been wrongly maligned, His Word misunderstood,
As if anyone would burn anyone forever, and not if they were good.
And Jesus is all about goodness, I understand, hence His judgment day too,
’Cause any good ruler wouldn’t let evil go undealt with, nor surely you.

Well, if you were in His place, say, and wanting to put this planet right again,
And why it only makes sense that there’s a day of reckoning for evil men.
And talk of an eternal hell mere figurative speech, such quick and final,
And deserved, for many on Earth have made someone else's life a living hell.

So why are so many knocking Jesus, for He’s not the cause of suffering,
Nor His absence, but the presence of a devil the cause, who ill sought to bring.
Hence why we see both good and bad, right and wrong, and Jesus waiting to fix things,
But more eye-opening, God vindicating time needed before Satan swings.

And how absurd to knock Jesus without studying His book, or properly,
And I meaning, open-mindedly, it more credible than Darwin’s theory.
Well, I mean to say, we all having come out of nothing, and then a monkey,
Oh, the silliness of it, a designer God making far more sense to me.

But really, what’s wrong with a Saviour God, one who’s saying that He’ll return soon?
Though if he’d just been a mere man, He still too worthy to dismiss or lampoon.
For all that He sought when here on Earth was changed hearts, peace and goodwill to all men,
Who, though knocking Him, have made a huge mess of things themselves, time and time again.

And this despite things in Christ’s book having come true, and coming true right on cue,
Such pretty hard to dismiss as nonsense, and those prayer-pleading miracles too.
So mock Him you can, but what if He’s all His book says, and He does come back soon?
And why it’s better to believe than not, one pondering on the stars, sun and moon.

For the galaxy's mind-boggling, ones DNA too, not to mention the eye,
All too amazing to have just happened, and why ones got to ask how and why.
And evolution silent, but not the Christian Bible, for within is found
A believable explanation, not some hairy theory that’s far from sound.


Genesis telling how it all began, Revelation how it all will end,
And in-between a sad yet beautiful story of One who says He’s our friend.
A being who left His mark on history like no other, and still astounds,
A being whose love, (and despite how terribly he was treated), still abounds.

All why I’m glad that I’ve been reading His book, because hope’s hardly found elsewhere,
And Jesus promising that one day soon He will wipe away every tear.
And that’s a day I’m looking forward to, for I believe what I’ve read is true,
And meantime, that very same humble, selfless and loving life wish to pursue.

By Lance Landall

19.  Hell? No

Yes, God will judge alright, and destroy the wicked, but there’s no eternal Hell,
Ghastly flames that torture forever, ’cause that kind of God’s sick and horrible.
And what I’m saying being absolutely true, ’cause in the Bible we’re told
Two unquenchable fires befell Jerusalem that aren't still burning, but cold.

"...and it shall not be quenched" (Jer 18:27, NKJV).

And the smoke of another ancient fire continuing forever, we’re told,
But should you visit that place today — Bozrah — not a puff of smoke you’ll behold.
And so, likewise regarding that fire that destroys the wicked (of which we're told),

It all just figurative speech conveying complete destruction, and therefore,
A fire that won’t stop ’till it’s done its job, Christ quickly silencing its fierce roar.

Such being His strange act, we’re also told, because Christ would rather save — yes, all
But wickedness must end, and those who indulge in it, and hence God’s warning call.
Such hearts and minds not fit for Heaven, and God being a God of justice too,
Love knowing that there can come a time when what’s unpleasant one must simply do.

Yes, both Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed by eternal fire too, but hey,
Are those old cities still burning? No, but while the sun shines, the devil makes hay.
God’s old adversary having always sought to paint Him as a monster, when
It’s just Satan who’s a monster, conveying monstrous lies to women and men.

The wicked will be ashes under the feet of the saved, the Good Word conveys,
And hence why one needs to study, study, study, despite what anyone says.
Fire comes down from Heaven and consumes them, the Good Word conveys again, and this
After having said, “Tormented day and night forever” — oh, the things some miss.

Yes, the destruction of the wicked is eternal in the sense that the results
Are permanent; they no longer living — but oh, those continuing assaults
Many Christians still speaking of an eternally burning Hell, such not true,
Hell nothing more than the grave, but Greek influence having seen things go askew.

Oh, so much more could be said,

One thief on Calvary going to Heaven the same day, but lets use our head,
’Cause Christ remained on Earth for forty days after He had died, and so, instead,
That text should read, “I say to you today,...” not, “I say to you, today…” as read,
"You will be with Me in Paradise,"

The translator’s bias getting in the way, we told of a resurrection day,
Lazarus hardly brought back from Heaven, but waiting too, a much fairer way.

Hence why we’re told that many haven’t got what was promised, but at Christ’s return,
’Cause He’s bringing His reward with Him, and of this, in the Bible we can learn.
Greek influence having once again crept into things, the saved dead still with us,
’Till that time when (as prophesied) many will witness the return of Jesus.

If the wicked burned forever, they’d be immortal too, and that cannot be,
’Cause only the saved will receive immortality, live for eternity.
Oh, how wrong beliefs are perpetuated, and thereby, God painted badly,
And He hardly happy about that, and hey, what might He do with the guilty?

Yes, many put off Christianity by that Hell fire thing, cruel and scary,
And often used as a club, it just as askew as Darwin’s hairy theory.
The Creator God no torturer, but dying on our behalf — oh, such love,
He delaying His return that more might be saved, and waits patiently above.

And how He bleeds over all the suffering, wanting to end it all, quickly,
But He having to wait ’till that final showdown of the great controversy,
That battle between Him and Satan, a devil who’s seeking your heart and mine,
’Cause we were made in God’s image, and why monkeys who weren’t, suit the devil fine.

And thus “Ashes to ashes and dust to dust” being true, no separate soul,
The breath of life returning when at Christ’s soon coming we’re once again made whole.
Our blueprints safe in His hands, He who knows the number of hairs on any head,
And who Himself, after having rested a day in His tomb, rose from the dead.


Death and Hell were thrown into the lake of fire, God’s Word goes on, figuratively
(Yet prophetically, Revelation talking apocalyptically),
That fire having kind of pooled after coming down from Heaven, but fleetingly.
In other words, Death and graves no longer, they too having gone for good, you see,
Nothing ever marring the happiness of the saved who’ll live eternally.

They living in those mansions Christ said He’d build and then come back to get them for,
The saved dead rising from their graves at Christ’s return (and He almost at the door).
Yes, they rising first, and then the saved who’re still living, both meeting in the air,
No one getting to Heaven sooner, nor watching their loved ones still struggling here.

By Lance Landall

“And all these [faithful Bible heroes of all the ages], though commended through their faith, did not receive
what was promised [eternal life, immortality], since God had provided something better [much fairer] for us, that apart from us they should not be made perfect [immortal. They will have to wait]” (Heb 11:39,40, ESV).

" 'Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant and every evildoer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. "Not a root or a branch will be left to them. But for you who revere My name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. And you will go out and leap like calves released from the stall. Then you will trample down the wicked; they will be ashes under the soles of your feet on the day when I do these things," says the Lord Almighty" (Mal 4:1-3, NIV).

 Any comments in brackets have been inserted by the Author.

20.  The Hell Of The Meantime

Yes, the hell of the meantime, that waiting for Christ’s return midst evil, hurt and pain,
We living in a world where the law of the jungle and dictates of Satan reign.
Not always blatantly so, but behind and within, and hence the ill that we see,
Many pleading for relief, but the years still going by, almost mercilessly.

And Christ struggling with it too, it never His intention that any suffer so,
But enter that devil, and midst our suffering, time seeming to go very slow.
And so, humanity under the curse of sin, a plot that has to run its course,
That all may see the truthfulness of God, and just what Satan wishes to enforce,

Which takes time, Satan working via evil and deluded men who achieve his ends,
And finally the end of ends, Satan taking no prisoners, having no friends.
Helpers and followers dispensable, he having no love for he human race,
Unlike that loving Creator-cum-gracious Saviour who willingly took our place.

But meantime, the hell of the meantime, all those miseries that so many go through,
Jesus longing to end it all, but having to wait, and horribly suffer too.
Oh yes, how it pains Him, we His Creation, His children, all of whom He died for,
And longs to rescue, but sad to say, many not answering His knock on their door.

Oh, can’t they see that He’s their only hope, love hardly being the cause of it all,
But jealousy, hate and lies, hence that battle for Earth, and Christ’s urgent warning call.
Yes, turn from the same path as that devil, embrace the God who’ll reward or repay,
Because Satan, evil and evildoers are on borrowed time, Christ on His way,

And justice must have its say.

Those evildoers gaining nothing from the hell of the meantime, all being lost,
No Paradise, no eternity, they foolishly having paid a double cost.
Suffering’s a sad reality, but growth and reward oft coming at the end,
And certainly for the true follower of Christ, and I’m hoping that’s you, dear friend.

But don’t forget that Christ is suffering the hell of the meantime too — yes, the shame,
The devil having cunningly and evilly worked things so that God’s got the blame.
Many having mistakenly turned from God, defamed Him too, which He’s had to bear.
As if that crown of thorns and wicked cross wasn’t enough, and His love crystal clear.

Thus God needs vindicating, which will come at the end of this great controversy,
This battle between God and Satan, and over you and I, which other worlds see.
We not the only ones, just the only ones going through the hell of the meantime,
’Till, if having endured and remained faithful, up to heavenly mansions we’ll climb.

By Lance Landall

Much more on these subjects can be seen in my Christian section, poem list page,
along with more confirming texts.

"Let others speak as they will, and your right to speak likewise will be assured, because
it's only by looking after the rights of others that we secure our own."

"It has ever been the way of man to call some truth a lie and some lie a truth, and why men often utter with their lips what their heart denies."

"Though things are easier said than done, and none of us beyond tripping, falling or failing, things should still be said, and things should still be done."
The Author

“When it comes to freedom of expression, anything and anyone must be fair game (not exempt from scrutiny and criticism), because any line drawn is an automatic infringement and one step always being the beginning of more.
And remember this: That religion should be big enough to cope with ridicule, and every one of us sensible enough to know that there's a time, place and way, and every one of us kind enough to show the same thought and feeling
that we would like to receive from others."

Or to put this matter another way:

There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in permitting its abude.


"Stand up, speak out, and if you must, march peacefully and in a dignified manner, not turning to lawlessness, violence, rioting, foul or deceptive means, because by such foolish behaviour, you will stand condemned yourself, will simply spin that tired old merry-go-round, and harden the resolve of the authorities.
And remember this: Many things that have been achieved via dubious means could’ve just as easily been achieved if only more voices had been raised and felt in the corridors of power


Until we regard every human as a precious and sacred creation (never to be violated in any way), and the well-being of creatures and this Earth as our duty too, we’ll never progress beyond where we are.

My poems began around 2002, my website was founded in 2005, and 1000 poems were penned by May 2012 that figure having become a goal. Now to potter, he thought.