Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Some people call it karma, others call it justice — payback time, effectively,
For that which goes around, certainly comes around — cause and effect, invariably.
Oh yes, we reap what we sow, which surely we all know, or learn, eventually,
When we do to others what we wouldn’t like them to do to us (so thoughtlessly).

Such also applies to unwise actions in general, and our foolish choices too,
For going contrary to common sense, or ignoring wisdom, oft sees things go askew.
And hence those things that bite, those things that kick us back, often very painfully so,
Leaving us with regret, wishing we hadn’t done this or that, hence tears that oft flow.

Oh yes, how slow we humans are to learn that selfishness and foolishness doesn’t pay,
That those unkind insensitive bullets we fire at others are prone to ricochet.
Bullets that we should never fire, nor even think to, but oh, how often we do,
Via those things we wrongly say and do, that over time, ill winds and heartache accrue.

Yes, hurt and you’ll be hurt, harm and you’ll be harmed, mistreat and you will be mistreated,
And as long as we continue in that vein, those consequences will be repeated.
Others aren’t for hurting, injuring, mistreating, deceiving, nor for putting last,
And oh, how things have an unpleasant way of reminding us of our erring past.

Wrongdoing isn’t a generational thing, but the bane of humanity,
More often seen in the form of selfishness, as opposed to general folly.
And hence why others suffer in the main, and invariably ourselves, and rightly,
For why should we get away with inflicting ill on others via acting unkindly.

It’s time we realized that the self-serving mentality is a destructive one,
(Not just one that leaves others shivering in the shade while we’re soaking up the sun),
And that if we want true happiness, it’s found in living selflessly, and humbly;
The past no longer surprising, nor we looking over our shoulder anxiously.

Yes, some people call it karma, others call it justice, and some, life’s carousel,
Given that what goes around, comes around, whether such be something nice or something ill.
And as to what comes around, usually lies with us, our choices, words and deeds,
For as we all know, things invariably grow, from both poorly and well planted seeds.

By Lance Landall

2.  Our Little Secret

Are psychopaths born so, injured later, or made? And then there’s heredity,
By that I mean, who knows what’s handed down via one’s genes (lying dormant, maybe).
Yes, it’s the chicken or the egg scenario, and there are those triggers too,
Which circumstances and background sees some mother’s grownup child going askew.

I guess there’re clues, but who picks them up? Though I guess some might wonder, or predict,
But generally, when such folk are exposed, it’s a case of, “We didn’t suspect.”
Seemingly normal, but not so, for something tragic has occurred within their mind
(And no doubt their heart) — and too late, the sad results of that disturbance are seen.

Who knows what’s going on beneath the surface, where the sinister, one can’t see,
Those ominous thoughts and feelings that come to fruition eventually.
And who knows what feeds such thoughts and feelings, though I’m sure that one could speculate,
Given the ghoulish, violent, weird, and pornographic that folk now tolerate.

So who might be a psychopath?

Your child? My child? You? Me? For who really knows, given that we all think we’re sound?
And in the main, perhaps we are, but not some of us, whose psychosis in time is found.
Plus, there’re various shades, types, and these latter folk quite prolific, it would seem,
For not just certified psychopaths carry out callous acts, and wickedly scheme.

So tell me, what’s in a label? Is such simply how we define the very worst?
Those who within the shadowy recesses of their mind some ill have rehearsed?
Those who coldly scheme, manipulate, hurt, force, cruelly injure — unfeelingly?
Oh dear, sounds somewhat like most of us, I fear — but hey, let’s keep that quiet, shall we?

By Lance Landall

3.  We Two-sided Like A Coin

How can those who love their spouse and children be torturers and murderers too?
Hitler’s henchmen being one example, hence their viciousness towards any Jew.
And then there are those doting husbands and fathers who’re rapists or paedophiles,
Their malice toward others hidden behind family photo album smiles.

And lest you think I’m picking on men, there’re women who commit dreadful acts too,
But whether folk be male or female, there’s something here that’s terribly askew.
And to be honest, very concerning, for who isn’t a Jekyll and Hyde?
And hence those unfortunate things that we oft see that reveal another side.

Road rage, unfaithfulness, some deviance, and what else do people try to hide?

And therein lies the problem — yes, that other side that shouldn’t be, but that is
(And be that ‘loving some and hurting others’ a problem that is hers or his).
And all this why we’re in a mess, for there should only be one side to us, and,
It that side from which only good comes, not ill that’s opportunistic or planned.

So where does that injurious side come from, and why does it plague humanity,
Or to put it another way, why’s there a Jekyll and Hyde in so many?
Well, one thing you can be sure of is, such is not a normal state of affairs
(Though common among us), but an aberrant condition that too often steers.

And hence those vices, those destructive traits and that selective brutality,
That schizophrenic cruelty oft sporting a gown of respectability.
Yes, men hugging their wives whilst deep in simulated rapes via pornography,
And women plotting their husband’s end whilst engaged in some worthy charity.

No, this no soap opera, but reality, we two-sided like a coin,
And we more governed by selfishness, appetite, an objectifying loin.
And hence why we love and yet hate, caress and yet brutalize, share and yet steal,
Our worthiness and glowing public persona oft more dishonest than real.

Well, that aberrant side comes from somewhere, a devil and a fall, I believe,
And why ever since men and women have been seen to harm, strut, use and deceive.
And here we’ll all remain until that sad Jekyll and Hyde business gets the boot,
For wherever one loves and yet injures, that two-sidedness is at the root.

And this why we must look up and not down, thus reaching for a higher level,
We acting more like a loving, untainted Saviour than a turncoat devil.
Okay, so you’re not a believer, perhaps, but tell me, what’s your idea then?
For I’ve never seen a time on Earth where the answer was provided by men.

By Lance Landall

4.  Pike River Mine

Twenty nine precious lives met their end in Pike River mine, and all so very needlessly,
Yes, courtesy of mismanagement, folk in charge avoiding their responsibility.
And money the root of much evil, it’s said, profit one reason those twenty nine are dead,
Hence money and negligence winning the day when it should’ve been twenty nine lives instead.

And adding to the torture-cum-that lead in the bellies of the grieving, another blow,
“Sorry, but we can’t retrieve the bodies….so, proper burials you will have to forgo.”
Yes, a tragic loss that shouldn’t have been, nor that added pain that followed, and lingers on,
For not only do investigations drag and reopen wounds, but their loved ones have gone.

Oh, that such tragedies occur, lives being far too precious to exchange for filthy lucre,
And as for clear-cut irresponsibility….well, some stiff penalty such should incur.
Not that justice resurrects a loved one, nor those twenty nine lives lost in Pike River mine,
And hey, who’s prepared to put their hand up, for such takes a healthy conscience and robust

Well, what goes around comes around, my dad used to say, something that many have found is true,
And why when it comes to others, more so their lives, we should always mind what we say and do.
Otherwise, how many more lives will be lost via this or that, or scarred in some unfair way?
And why all of us can learn much from that fateful — yet avoidable — Pike River Mine day.

By Lance Landall

In memory of those who lost their lives in the Pike River mine disaster — Greymouth, New Zealand, 19th November 2010.

5.  Flight MH370

We’re living in times where strange things are happening, and stranger they’re bound to get,
For there’s evidence of behind the scenes activity, a stage that’s being set.
And why it comes as no surprise to me when some plane is seen to disappear,
Or something else occurs that doesn’t gel with the official story we hear.

Yes, we’re living in different times, times when folk shouldn’t be so quick to fly,
For evil’s not only stalking folk on Earth but snatching them out of the sky;
And so it was with flight MH370, currently a mystery,
And such adding to the grief of loved ones deprived of closure so unfairly.

Oh, the pain that they must feel, their happiness in shreds and they questioning “Why?”
And who wouldn’t, certain things not adding up, and hence their rightful hue and cry,
For planes shouldn’t suddenly disappear, nor change direction without good cause,
And wander on for some time at that, and why we all have good reason to pause.

Well, maybe truth will surface in time, some answers too, not that the pain will go,
For nothing can bring back the deceased, and people can’t always pinpoint the foe.
And who knows just what’s happened here, life being so full of much that doesn’t make sense,
And such aided by those behind the scene who’re adept at evil and pretence.

No, I’m not pointing the finger at anyone, but facing reality,
For this world’s been plagued with both random and premeditated acts of cruelty.
All why many occurrences seem suspicious, some proved not and some proved so,
And hence why we need to have an open mind; much more going on than we know.

By Lance Landall

In memory of all those on board Flight MH370 that disappeared on the 8th March, 2014.

This poem has been done with a touch of humour.

6.  Me, Me, Me

Oh dear, hello Mister Self, you’re really quite a problem, aren’t you, night and day,
You demanding this and that — in other words, you always wanting your own way.
I’m truly sick and tired of you, can’t stand that whiny old, “Come and play with me,”
As I would rather lose myself in others, and not get caught up thoughtlessly.

Yes, there’s no joy in hanging out with you, as you’re always seeking attention,
And I have to say that there are a host of other things that I could mention.
For example: You’re always dwelling on yourself — yes, thinking of yourself, and
You still keep using that nauseating little word — me! — which I just can’t stand.

So bud out, I want to be left alone, I’ve things to do for other folk, and,
I’m well and truly feed up with the fact that you’ve always got something else planned.
I really want to keep away from you, am tired of hearing that me, me, me,
You nought but a horrid bore, to be honest — an introvert, if you ask me.

By Lance Landall

7.  Boils

Did I upset you? — oh dear, and even more than once — well, I’m really sorry,
But we do have our bad days, and hence those unfortunate words that came from me.
Sometimes we say the stupidest of things, act in the poorest of ways, sadly,
Not that we mean to, but things build up due to this or that, unfortunately.

Sometimes we’re like a boil that needs pricking, and something comes along that does so,
Not that it’s always someone’s fault, as such, but nevertheless, we up and blow.
And out comes all that poison, and it needing to, ’cause such pus is unhealthy,
But it such a shame when it splatters others, has them responding as wrongly.

So please, mind how you react when someone’s boil is pricked (hopefully not by you),
Because such boils aren’t all that uncommon; which maybe you, friend, can relate to.
And after those boils have burst, we, if it’s us, most regretful, really sorry,
And hoping it will be dismissed for what it is, just a boil, momentary.

By Lance Landall

8.  Pity Help Us

You know, we’re all so darn selfish, so caught up in ourselves, AM and PM,
Always wanting others to understand us, but failing to understand them.
We busy running here and there, and others needing to be understood too,
And maybe more so, but we in our own little world; and how things go askew.

Yes, some relationships going from sad to bad, we nursing this hurt or that,
And some of those hurts more perceived than real, able to be resolved via a chat.
But no, ain’t talking, and why some things aren’t resolved, or only after much time,
And we the one at fault, or clinging to some grievance over which we oft chime.

So what on earth’s wrong with us given that such behaviour can go on for years,
We hollering for plasters and crutches, or searching for sympathetic ears.
And oh, how we nauseatingly whine, repelling rather than attracting,
And when it comes to certain things, many of us simply overreacting.

Yes, we full on about others, and oft resenting truth said of us — oh dear —
For we should be taking on board such truth, and cultivating a caring ear,
One that responds to the cries and complaints of others, for self’s a dead-end street,
It’s row of houses full of folk who’re seldom happy and depressing to meet.

By Lance Landall

9.  Expect A Lot From Leaders

Yes, expect a lot from leaders — be they mayors, pastors or MPs, say — for they
Have been entrusted with power and authority, considerable sway.
And therefore, and in all their sayings and doings, should be above reproach, and
Thus always held accountable; all of which may call on you to make a stand.

I’m sure you know as well as I do how so many leaders have gone astray,
Leaving behind a historical trail that shows no sign of easing today.
And this why we see abuse and corruption, much sexual hanky panky,
And that proverbial fudging, outright lying-cum-goodbye transparency.

The truth is, that leaders are appointed to serve us via some capacity,
And thus when they deceive us, mislead or plunder, it’s with great audacity.
All why out reaction should be swift, coupled with a message that’s loud and clear,
For those who display such unworthiness, no longer have a right to be there.

Yes, the last thing we need is some errant leader, there enough to fill a lake,
And they all having left so much misery and trouble in their selfish wake.
And this why we should expect a lot from leaders, remove any pedestal,
For pride, ego, selfish ambition and agendas have always led to ill.

Too many leaders are full of excuses, blaming this or that, he or she,
And thus they often ensuring that it’s not their head that rolls, when it should be.
Oh, how they play their games, even delude themselves, dictate from their self-made thrones,
Until that time when justice intervenes and their smug little kingdom disowns.

It’s sad that many who would make good leaders are bypassed for many who don’t,
And why we soon see things going amiss, and why certain things that should get done won’t.
And some of them claiming that they’ve been anointed by God, or so they argue,
When the truth is, they’ve merely been appointed by men, God far from happy too.

Yes, when it comes to leaders — even judges, by the way — we need to stand firm,
For any who err in their dealing with weighty matters give cause for concern.
And particularly so where it affects lives — in other words, you and I,
And why compassion should be wedded to sense, our expectations rightly high.

By Lance Landall

"A leader leads by example, not by force."
Sun Tzu

10.  Man Worshippers

I've never understood how people (be they one, thousands or millions) can revere a man like they do,
'Cause no man’s a god, nor can be one, or even come close to one, so such adulation isn’t due.
At the end of the day, a man is nothing more than a man (requiring the toilet like us all),
A flawed human who shouldn’t be given some Divine or glorified title — oh, how oft such men fall.

Such reverence is most unhealthy, it giving a man an even greater platform for doing ill,
'Cause a man granted God-like authority can have others believing they must carry out his will.
In other words, as if God himself is dictating via that man, and therein lies great danger, you see,
'Cause there's nothing worse than blind faith in another person, especially someone with such authority.

Such adulation is the product of folly-cum-humans who've discarded wisdom and commonsense,
Many having been taught so from childhood, and others misinterpreting the Bible in their defence.
Yes, an inculcated, perpetuated tragedy, one that's seen so much evil done in God’s name,
'Cause such homage simply sees those who're so revered making some pompous, deluded, injurious claim.

Those who put men on such pedestals are effectively man worshippers (be they pagans or Christians,
And such Christians taking glory away from their God, whereby, despite their denying such, each one sins).
But whether one's a Christian or not, such affection and adulation for some man is plain folly,
And something that so many of Earth’s inhabitants today haven’t learnt from our bloodied history.

By Lance Landall

This poem was upgraded 13 February 2020.

11.  Exalt No One

So many people revere or idolize someone (or more than one), and many of them obsessively so,
Hanging on their every word, copying them, clutching their photo, even dreaming of them, though better should know.
For such is one sure way to end up being led astray, conned, used, or most disappointed, and unsurprisingly,
Given that we’re all so human, so flawed, which includes those who’re revered and idolized so very foolishly.

Many of them are far from squeaky-clean, and are involved in this or that, their private lives another story,
Which, were such known, would see them pulled from their pedestal, upon which they should never have been placed initially.
For after all, all are equal, and of no greater worth, and therefore, not deserving of such exaltation,
And such revering and idolizing (which is a form of worship), being more worthy of one's condemnation.

So many who strut the stage, appear in movies, officially on T.V., or before some congregation,
Are involved in the unsavoury, criminal, or immoral, and who knows what other selfish violation.
Hence those falls from grace so often heard of, read about, and even seen, proof we shouldn’t revere or idolize,
For such is the territory of fools, who their naivety, immaturity, or ignorance advertise.

Yes, no matter how godly someone appears, no matter how squeaky-clean they may look, or how high up the scale,
They’re never worthy of, nor entitled to, any form of worship or pedestal, be they male or female.
And any who think they are, are not only deluded or misinformed, but a danger and possible snare,
And even less deserving of revering and idolising, for their unfitness of such, is more than clear.

By Lance Landall

12.  Pied Pipers

There’s an unpleasant legend that is of German origin,
One about a Pied Piper who lived in the town of Hamelin.
To cut to the chase: He lured children away via his music,
Just like some do today via their charismatic rhetoric.

But having said that though, music still leads many astray,
Music that’s not uplifting, but groaning with moral decay.
Yes, music that’s beat ridden, self or sex obsessed, and empty,
And which is negatively affecting each society.

This music moving and shaping the masses is concerning,
And more so, given it’s doing so, without most realizing.
But concerning too, is rhetoric that’s just as flawed and ill,
That likewise has been busy casting an insidious spell.

Yes, it amazes me how many hang on the words of men,
And as a result, get led astray, and time and time again.
How adults as well as children follow others just like sheep,
Whose attractive, but errant path, soon gives one much cause to weep.

Pied Pipers could be religious leaders or politicians,
In fact, any who are holding authoritative positions.
Or those (and including groups), who have the influence to steer;
Which many people put their trust in, or foolishly revere.

Some people follow Pied Pipers who have delusional dreams,
Or put their trust in a Piper who isn’t as he or she seems.
Followers of Pied Pipers can make up a minority,
But here, and usually, we’re talking a majority.

It’s what I call the Pied Piper syndrome, and a real worry,
One that can intimidate, even harm the minority.
For such sneers at opposing views, individuality,
And is a kind of cloning process that seeks conformity.

Followers of Pipers bow to the Piper’s melody,
And thereby, effectively sell their soul, eventually.
For they soon become silent, lest seen to be out of step, and,
Regarding certain wrongs, cover their ears, and don’t make a stand.

Silence is by far the crime of the majority who share
The guilt of those Pipers who captivate, mislead and ensnare.
For they get in behind, go with the flow, and wrongly invest,
Instead of standing out, speaking up, and doing what is best.

Yes, there once was a Pied Piper of Hamelin (allegedly),
Who lured young children away via a spell-binding melody.
And so too, do those modern Pipers, who also cast a spell,
That doesn’t just lure children, but those unwise adults as well.

Pied Pipers exist because of sheep, those followers of men,
Who, sadly so, history just repeat, time and time again.
For though folk should know better, they repeat the same old mistake,
That being: trusting in others who often the right paths forsake.

But Pied Pipers can be anything that leads people astray;
Whatever isn’t best, isn’t right, whatever doesn’t pay.
Be it money, lust, appetite, or simply those errant men
Who mislead via their rhetoric, be that from their mouth or pen.

By Lance Landall

13.  Notes From Adolf

Adolf Hitler (1889-1945), dictator of Nazi Germany

"Why was I so successful? Because I was able to manipulate the masses via my clever spiel,
Another word for propaganda, and I well versed in mind control, and thus certain things able to instil.
Hence that passion seen in the youth whose “Hail Hitler” came from the heart, their minds having been captured well and truly,
They thoroughly indoctrinated, hence their blind allegiance, their dobbing their parents in, and willingly.

But you know, convince people you’re working in their best interests, that their best interests are threatened, and
You not only have them getting behind you and supporting what you’re doing, but eating out of your hand.
What helps, of course, is that people seldom think or study for themselves, thus ignorance oft being their downfall,
And they treating the News as gospel, the manipulating of such being a dictators first port of call.

To be honest, my passion was fuelled by my personal issues, such coupled with an ideology,
Hence my ferocious far reaching agenda, my Storm-troopers, my total control of the military.
I established a secret police — the Gestapo — to spy on the people, and I singled out the Jews,
And an economic crisis and the political confusion of the times was very quick to use.

Yes, I played on the people’s fears, conveniently created incidents, then promised them security,
They not realising such were inside jobs designed to erode freedoms and secure my grip politically.
I became the Führer, leader of the Nazi Party, worshipped by many, hailed by the majority,
My iron fist rule soon establishing concentration camps, let alone my forays militarily.

Yes, ultimate control was my intention, the constitution given the side shoe shuffle, and smartly,
I not wanting anything to get in the way of my plans for Germany, and indeed humanity.
Hence the hysteria I whipped up, thus ensuring the eroding of opposition (soon paralyzed),
All of which — and this, discovered far too late — ensnared every single citizen and horribly surprised."

By Lance Landall

"How fortunate for leaders that men do not think."
Adolf Hitler

"I [Adolf Hitler] learned much from the Order of the Jesuits. Until now, there has never been anything more grandiose on
earth, than the hierarchical organisation of the Catholic Church. I transferred much of this organisation into my own party."

Smokescreens by Jack Chick, Chick Publications. This extract is from an article that was
penned by James Smith, CWM Cetf magazine, June 2014.

“It works like this: The manipulating body covertly creates a problem and then directs the media to incessantly focus on it without
recourse. The problem could be anything, a war, a financial collapse, a rash of child abductions, or a terrorist attack. The power
of the media can create the false perception that a big problem exists, even if it doesn’t …Once you have created this problem you
make sure that an individual, a group or an aspect of society is blamed. This then rallies the population behind the desperate lunge
for a solution to the problem. ‘Something must be done!’ they cry in unison. The people that created the problem in the first place then
come back in and offer the solution that the people demand. Remember, the people screaming for a solution do not know that the
problem was artificially created in the first place. The solution to the problem is always a further curtailment of freedom and an
advancement of one or more aspects of the New World Order agenda, whether that is geopolitical expansion, new laws or the
implantation of new societal worldviews.”

From the book Order Out of Chaos, pg. 13, by Paul Joseph Watson.

This poem was penned 23 February 2011.

14.  Evil On The Wing

(An intriguing tale)

Zantack’s evil gaze meandered over the sea of faces under his control,
Yes, indoctrinated zealots ready to do his bidding, their hearts black as coal.
There they stood, wall to wall, trained to act without questioning, no limits to their ill,
So deluded, puppets on a string effectively, having surrendered their own will.

“Mother” he said, referring to the organization that they’d sworn allegiance to,
“Mother,” he repeated, “Is sensing success, completion, but there’s still work to do.
Therefore, let me remind you of all that you’ve been trained for, prepared and equipped for;
And the reason for this reminder? Such activities you’re to engage in far more.

Yes, you’re to up the anti — we’re almost there — then Mother will rule humanity,
And all will kneel before me — Zantack — kiss my hand, submit to my authority.
Once enthroned, no one will be free to do as they wish, no one will enjoy liberty,
'Cause Mother’s reign under me, will leave no room for dissent, nor for democracy.”

Zantack’s evil gaze returned to his notes which he snatched at and waved above his head;
He being a fitting agent of Yantay, mortuary cold, now hostile and red.
Oh, how Yantay (a spirit being), would be proud of him, Zantack the devil incarnate,
Instructing his duplicitous slaves, dispensable pawns, vowed to secrecy, tight knit.

“Infiltrate every organization, every society, each religion,
Gaining key positions, unlimited access, thus working covertly within.
Use your influence and authority to further Mother’s aim, achieve her goal,
That being: Worldwide domination, indoctrination, lock-stock-and-barrel control.”

Zantack surveyed the sea of faces again, forehead furrowed, jaw set, chin raised high,
And then, as if he’d not paused, continued on, hatred and fury blazing from each eye.
“Infiltrate the education system, seats of learning, and every media,
Cleverly enlist the help of others who’ve wealth, influence, power and charisma.

Infiltrate the armed forces, councils, courts, governments, unions — yes, everything you can,
Always keeping in mind that civil unrest, riots and mayhem are part of the plan.
Scare the population via terrorism, and via warnings of coming attacks,
Yes, bombings and the likes, which unbeknown to them, are often our calculated acts.

Such will have them forgoing certain liberties for the sake of security,
And we'll convince them that we’ve the answer, which they’ll accept only too willingly.
Yes, all carefully orchestrated, ensuring things eventually go our way,
Whereby the dictates of Mother, overseen by me, everyone on Earth will obey.

Yes, amidst it all, you're to fool the masses, have them thinking that you're on their side,
And that — unfortunately — certain actions are necessary, and justified;
That you're working to illiminate injustice, oppression, war, bring about peace,
Doing all that you can to see that poverty and any suffering decrease."

Yantay, watching from his realm, would make an appearance at some stage, fortuitously,
A dazzling entry, verifying Zantack’s claims and Mother’s rule, advantageously.
But not in his usual form though — no, Yantay would impersonate the Pure One,
Deceiving nigh on all, who would fall for the signs and wonders, the falsehood spun.

Zantack tugged at his black robe. “One ruler, one power, one ideology!” he cried,
And all those present rose together, shouting, “Zantack! Zantack!” and beaming with pride.
He turned and left the stage, leaving behind a sea of salutes from disguised assassins,
Yes, cold blooded killers, who in the name of Zantack, would commit countless bloody sins.

But the Pure One watched too, 'cause He as well, would make an appearance, ultimately,
One far more spectacular, one that would light up the sky, signalling great majesty.
And He would bring an end to Mother, Zantack and Yantay, their evil and misery,
And all who submitted to their beastly rule, thereby giving Yantay the glory.

Glory that belonged to the Pure One (a spirit being too), 'cause only He was worthy,
Yes, not Yantay, the rebellious one, oft seeking to gain control of humanity.
Yantay, since his expulsion from the Pure One's realm, had been seeking partners in crime,
Partners who'd see that more victims came his way -- and Yantay hoping, all on Earth, this time.

Meantime, despite knowing that most would be hoodwinked by Mother, Zantack and Yantay,
And knowing also, that most would go their own rebellious way, rather than His way,
The Pure One (and out of love), despatched certain messengers, who, via various means,
Would warn of the cunning, evil, and deadly snare that was afoot, midst Earth's closing scenes.
“Shame so many would be fooled,” mused the Pure One, grieved to think that such would be the case,
But the multitudes have always wandered after delusions, and such, still embrace.
And as a result, don’t see what’s right in front of their noses, nor give things due thought,
Until deep within the web of some Zantack stronghold, they are well and truly caught.

By Lance Landall

15.  Sorry, Michael

Yes, sorry, Michael, but we aren’t the world, 'cause it’s much bigger, a universe,
And why we can’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again, and only nurse,
And why it’s best we not fall for some “come together” delusion, man-made plan,
'Cause look at history, and all those clever disguises so common to man.

In fact, the Bible talks about the whole world wrongly following some power;
In other words, a global system operating prior to Earth’s End-time hour.
So, while the idea of us all joining hands sounds nice, it’s more a fantasy,
As a majority’s as much a threat as a powerful minority.

And hence why we should mind both dangers, opting for what has generally been,
Rather than some new kid on the block connected to a past and ugly scene.
Or a global village that lumps all together like it or not, and why we
Should prize civil and religious liberty and individuality.

No, we aren’t the world, Michael, just a part of it, so let’s not get carried away,
'Cause all the kings horses and all the kings men can’t do a thing, despite what they say.
Best we work on ourselves and await the return of Someone who can fix things,
'Cause out of any pious words and actions of men, evil somehow still springs.

By Lance Landall

16.  I'm A Writer, Not A Fighter

“I’m a writer, not a fighter,” Gilbert O'Sullivan sings, and yes, me too, I’m glad to say,
'Cause there’s nothing good about fighting, and at the end of the day, I’ve better things to pursue.
But you know, I don’t think I’m all that different to the majority of people out there,
Who, just like me, desire to live in peace and harmony, and freedom and liberty hold dear.

Yes, fighting's not for them, nor force their way, they letting everyone do their own thing, as with me,
'Cause I’ve no desire to encroach on the rights of others, I believing that all should be free.
Hence why I’d never endorse anything that might somehow or other ensnare humanity,
Or pit someone against another, my fellowman being my brother, and all, my family.

And hence the less restraints upon us all, the better, and therefore, no global authority,
Each nation governing itself, and each government having less sway in each society.
'Cause the greater the grip that governments have, the greater the risk to freedom and liberty,
And even more so should their be a worldwide governing body with total authority.

Yes, most of us just want to be left alone, we being no party to engineered treachery,
'Cause such is as old as history, and is oft packaged deceptively-cum-beguilingly.
Hence why I’m not a fighter, nor a plotter, all of which won’t end until all refuse to fight,
And why I’m a writer, one who is hoping that all will see the light, 'cause danger’s within sight.

By Lance Landall

"Government is never more dangerous than when our desire to have it help us,
blinds us to its great power to harm us."

Ronald Reagan (1911-2004)

This poem should be balanced by the reading of poems 19 and 20.

17.  Another Conspiracy Theory, They Say

History is full of plots that many would have called conspiracy theories,
But that not stopping them coming to fruition, which naivety too late sees.
Warnings scoffed at, laughed at, they seemingly too fanciful for many out there,
Who bag the one whose eye is keener, and thus thereby, a degree of guilt share.

Yes, truth is stranger than fiction, it’s said, but fiction it remains in some eyes,
And thus writing things off as conspiracy theories being where danger lies.
Yes, better such be given fair thought, or at least kept at the back of ones mind,
Because the truth of the matter is, history with plots and plotters is lined.

Hidden evils don’t reveal themselves, count to ten and give us chance to scout,
Nor midst their behind the scenes skulduggery, send out updates, or loudly shout.
Thus what’s going on only found by accident, much research, or wink and nod,
This world full of deluded, cruel monsters, those who act as if some god.

They come in many disguises, oft seductively dressed, and may sound godly,
Their words ticking the right boxes, the truth only seen by a minority.
Or not seen at all until someone stumbles across something (what they’re up to),
But oh, it’s just another conspiracy theory, until it too, proves true.

By Lance Landall

Biblically speaking:

“And I saw three foul spirits like frogs coming from the mouth [policy] of the dragon [Satan], from the mouth of the beast [the first power], and from the mouth of the false prophet [the coming global power that's a copy of that past power]. These are demonic spirits, performing signs [supernatural manifestations via various human agencies to authenticate the above union], who go abroad to the kings [political powers] of the whole world [to get them on their side], to assemble them for battle [the religious conflict] on the great day of God the Almighty ”
(Rev 16:13,14).

This poem should be balanced by the reading of poems 19 and 20.

18.  Conspiracy Theories

There are those people who via their naivety, are very quick to dismiss any conspiracy theory,
Seemingly unable to comprehend that the world is awash with those who are plotting very evilly.
And hence why whistle blowers are often just ridiculed, and have you noticed how many of them disappear;
That is, mysteriously, or end up in some mortuary, and as to how they died, is often unclear.

It’s clear that those who’re involved in evil plotting, or assassination, will rubbish conspiracy theories,
Or where it suits, even create one that’s a red herring, and amidst that distraction, something attempt or seize.
But for some reason, those whose naivety is even irresponsible, fail to see this reality,
And thus indirectly aid and abet those who the whistle blowers warn of via some conspiracy theory.

While some conspiracy theories are mere fiction, others contain elements of truth, truth worth picking up on,
'Cause once dismissed, or not kept a note of, such is easily lost, and not easy to again get one’s hands on.
And often it’s only by gathering a little here and there that we discover the truth of the matter,
Which in many cases, that naivety that’s oft only worthy of contempt, would very quickly shatter.

And hence why we shouldn’t put too much faith in men, regardless of their position or seeming integrity,
'Cause those with great evil in mind, have often hidden behind organisations and pretended piety.
After all, that’s the nature of conmen, and their preferred modus operandi, which many often ensnares,
And which is also oft found in such theories, and why we need to have very informed and attuned eyes and ears.

Yes, some conspiracy theories are right on the money.

By Lance Landall

“It can be very difficult, if not impossible, to find solid evidence for many truths given that those behind the scenes (and often in sheep’s clothing), hardly advertise their evil doings and vigorously discredit both messenger and his or her possible discovery, which, may still be in the making and thus even easier for folk to portray as another conspiracy theory.”
The Author

“Before we knock conspiracy theories, we should remember that history is awash with conspiracies that proved true, evil plotters having had a feild day."
The Author

19.  Best You Know It Well

Many years ago, when I was a school boy, I displayed very little interest in history,
Considering such boring back then, but not today though, 'cause now I view things very differently.
Yes, I have come to realise just how important a sound knowledge of this Earth’s history is, lest we
Repeat the mistakes of the past, which we’re actually doing, and which will cost us very dearly.

However, what I’ve found is that history can be different to the official records, and why
We need to do our own research, and extremely thoroughly, lest there as well, we also go awry.
'Cause it’s one thing to have a lot of knowledge, but if that knowledge isn’t accurate, or some of it,
We’re sure to go amiss somewhere, somehow, 'cause not all of the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle will fit.

The truth is, that we can’t guarantee that everything we read and hear is correct, hence my warning here,
And why even when it comes to conspiracy theories, we can’t afford a disbelieving grin or sneer.
But rather, should keep an open mind, tucking such away on our mental shelves, lest some day such prove true,
And in the meantime (if it’s worth the time and effort), a thorough, unbiased investigation pursue.

Yes, far too many people are too accepting of what they read and hear, displaying naivety;
So sure that such and such couldn’t possibly be so — that is, when other people say differently.
And thereby, in their dismissal of such, they imperil themselves, and even those who are in their care,
And all because they believed the official line, say, rather than what others sincerely chose to share.

Yes, when it comes to history, its best you know it inside out.

By Lance Landall

"Many journalists now are no more than channelers and echoers of what George Orwell called the 'official truth'. They simply cipher and transmit lies. It really grieves me that so many of my fellow journalists can be so manipulated that they become really what the French describe as 'functionaires', functionaries, not journalists."
John Pilger, Australian journalist

"There are trends in journalism which are not serving New Zealand well.
Our reporters are younger, the depth of experience is shallower.
To say you can walk off the street to become a press gallery reporter maybe an exaggeration, but not much of one.
Our reporters are underpaid and overloaded. Juggling cameras, live blogging, while focused on writing snap stories creates a focus for breaking news not thinking news.
Reporters draw fast to spout their personal opinion. Few will tell you what an event means.
And our media walk through the door with a predetermined narrative and then repeatedly ask questions to fit that narrative. That is called confirmation bias, and it is prolific.
Our society should be worried about the currency and influence of our news.
It is not an exaggeration to question the viability of the fourth estate function.
There are genuine questions about the currency of our journalism.
Can we be confident our media will enhance reasoned democratic debate, or is a steady trend of celebrity, crime, and shark stories causing our population to disengage?
Many of our news outlets give the same platform to a social media blogger, an activist self -titled as a journalist, a public relations consultant who provides political commentary, and those titled as political editors.
Credibility is diluted. The boundaries between fact and fiction are blurred."
Part of a speech given by Winston Peters, Leader of the New Zealand First Party,
Thursday 12 December 2019.

20.  Seeing Things Where There Aren't Things

There’s certainly evidence of deceptive behind the scene activity,
But some are seeing something in everything — fixated, actually.
Yes, something might be to do with those behind the scene, but might also not be,
And thus we somewhat making a fool of our self, causing concern needlessly.

Things that are naught to do with those behind the scene can aid conveniently,
And thus weren’t created by them in order to achieve some skulduggery.
And hence the danger in being too fixated on evil activity,
Rather than being aware, unlike those with their head in the sand, foolishly.

The informed don’t miss a trick, but some see same villains under every bed,
And behind every lamppost, hence how misinformation is often spread.
And thereby, some listeners closing their mind to things altogether, when they
Should still keep it open, lest most was right about what those people had to say.

Yes, the informed have sharp eyes, and where it’s warranted, should pass that knowledge on,
But never indulging in anarchy, because the wise, a fool’s hat won’t don.
In the end, what will happen will happen, our conscience to remain true and clear,
And thus we minding just what things we pass on, lest thorough scrutiny it not bear.

What needs to be remembered too, is that its not always the government’s fault,
But that of those behind the scene who’re really calling the shots, and good plans halt.
Governments held hostage, or fooled into going along with things, sad to say,
And hence why my faith and hope is found elsewhere, and why on your behalf, I pray.

By Lance Landall

Christian content or degree.

21.  Give It a Rest

Though we need to be awake to things, too many focus on doom and gloom, and
Midst the woes on Earth, only add to anxiety with what’s plotted or planned.
At the end of the day, we do have to get on with living, and love we should,
Thus more focused on caring and helping; fixations not doing any good.

Though we need to take prudent steps (and wielding a pen being my concerned mode),
Continually pointing to hidden agendas adds to everyone’s load.
It’s bad enough knowing about some things, but despite such, life has to go on,
Enough joy and happiness having been stolen already, without more gone.

Many Christians have erred here too, having been called to share the Good News gospel,
Which, despite its warnings too, is full of HOPE and PROMISE, Heaven and not Hell.
It’s all about a God of love who cares and wants to save — yes, that’s the focus,
And where things should be in general, and given the swirling hocus-pocus.

In other words, that nonsense that’s out there as well, which captures too many minds,
And points in the wrong direction, and despite certain obvious warning signs.
Hence that call for balance, level headedness and sound research, or err we will
If basing our conclusions and decisions on hearsay, fake news, a duped groundswell.

So please, give it a rest, ’cause there’s too much unnecessary fear being caused,
And why midst the genuine concerns some people have, more of them should have paused.
Yes, it’s one thing to point out things, even warn, another to go on and on,
All why I repeat, give it a rest, too much joy and happiness having gone.

Yes, the Bible’s spoken of "signs of the times" preceding Christ’s return, which we
Should be mindful of given the Bible’s faithful track record and pedigree.
However, we taking them in our stride, not jumping as soon as they occur,
They part of a list that could span many years, all why we should mind lest we err.

As far as those negative things go, they’re the beginning of sorrows, we’re told,
Not necessarily the very End, nor some evil plot, secret or bold.
Covid Nineteen fitting in with those pestilences, earthquakes and famines, and
Not necessarily meaning anything in itself, one must understand.

"This person (or president) is the one who'll do this or that," people say,
And have for years, only to be proved wrong, though it's clear that there will come a day.
But meantime, we not getting carried away, 'cause what will be will be, and so
We getting on with life, that love thought and care, come sun or cruel wind that might blow.

By Lance Landall

This poem was added to on the 5 November 2020.

22.  Going, Going...

I'd really like to know just how much you value freedom and liberty,
Because both of them are going, going…subtly and very rapidly.
If your answer is, “Very much”, then I would guard them very jealously,
'Cause should they both disappear, I am sure that you would miss them dreadfully.

Yes, freedom and liberty are things that we cannot take for granted, friend,
Otherwise, both of them will inevitably come to a screeching end.
You see, this freedom that we enjoy, and civil-religious liberty,
Only remain where they are strongly protected and nurtured faithfully.

It’s very clear to me that certain forces are working to undermine
This precious freedom we currently have — yes, our birthright is on the line.
There isn't a single doubt in my mind that liberty is under threat,
Which is why we need to take care, lest such we foolishly aid and abet.

And such we certainly will aid and abet, if we do not play our part,
By doing everything that we can to see that neither of them depart.
And hence why we cannot remain inactive, nor not let our voice be heard,
Otherwise, we will just aid some nasty Power that will have the last word.

And nor should we let terrorism steal our freedom and our liberty,
Via the foolish and wrongful introduction of laws legislatively.
No, we just can’t allow any government the kind of authority
That could very quickly see them ruling secretly and oppressively.

So be very watchful for the sake of your spouse, family, and any friend,
And for your fellow citizens also, for danger lies around the bend.
Yes, it has all happened before, and it seems that it will happen again,
In fact, I’m very, very sure that it is only a matter of, “When?”

Earth's history has clearly shown that those people who do not make a stand
Their precious freedom, and precious liberty, soon to other people hand.
Hence why we all should learn from history, and should face this grave threat head-on,
Or soon it will just be a case of — yes, you guessed it, going, going, gone.

By Lance Landall

23.  There's A Bigger Picture

It’s concerning but true, that most are too caught up in their own little world, lost in novels, movies and TV,
And thus so unaware of the bigger picture, what’s really going on out there — and this, perilously,
'Cause while lost in their own little world, certain things are taking shape, things that will soon engulf humanity,
And for the worst, though packaged deceptively, of which the average Joe has no idea, tragically.

Yes, life can be tough, and there are times when we all indulge in escapism, and quite understandably,
But for many (perhaps most), such has become very unhealthy, and why certain dangers they fail to see,
'Cause they’re living in a world that has far more to do with falsehood (spiel) and fantasy than reality,
Hence how they’re more easily deceived — and who knows, is such partly achieved via the media-cum-TV?

Well, I believe such is, for oh, how the masses are being fed and educated by such, young folk more so,
For such has become their parent, teacher, and even minister, and why little truth and wisdom they know.
Yes, they unwitting pawns in an evil game, one that covets their heart and mind — indeed, the hearts and minds of all,
Which if they knew the truth of, and how they’re being manipulated and deceived, would anger and appal.

Yes, they far too caught up in their pleasures-cum-sandcastles, even petty concerns, the big picture lost,
They too immersed in, or intoxicated by, the less important, if important at all, and at what cost?
Well, that cost could be very high indeed, even their freedom and liberty, and why we all need to see
That outside of our own little world, there’s a bigger picture, one that’s being created very cunningly.

By Lance Landall

24.  Plotters

The world is full of plotters who’re busy scheming treacherously,
Creating wars and mayhem, and shaping the course of history.
Yes, plotters with agendas, and tentacles universally,
Who’re attempting to control and manipulate humanity.

Therefore, history as we know it, isn’t always correct, and,
Not just a case of how things turned out, but rather, were wickedly planned.
“Truth is stranger than fiction” it is said, and how true that can be,
Hence why Investigative Journalism proves necessary.

And why everybody should do their homework, conscientiously,
Reading broadly, researching, and questioning habitually.
Too many seem to have their head in the sand, displaying apathy,
Which thereby ups the chances of us all losing our liberty.

That “evil prospers because good men do nothing” is also true,
However, such effectively makes those so-called “good men” guilty too,
'Cause why don’t they say or do something — that is, if they’re able to,
And if they’re truly “good men” — 'cause surely that is what good men do?

Yes, if only folk knew the half of it, shocked and surprised they’d be,
For so many things that affect us all, happen in secrecy.
Hence why we should enlighten ourselves, at least as far as we can,
Lest we be led astray via the cunning words and actions of man.

Hate politics? Well, you’re not alone, but interested you should be,
'Cause we’re all affected by decisions that are made politically.
Only fools ignore what’s happening around them, which doesn’t pay,
Given that when cats aren’t prowling, even more so, the mice will play.

Yes, the world is full of plotters, and such plotters there’ll always be,
Hiding behind organizations, even acting religiously.
Thus we’re either on guard or not, active or inactive, invariably,
And thereby, innocent of wrongdoing, or guilty, subsequently.

By Lance Landall

25.  Careful Now

So many folk are feeling fearful, and whenever you ask them why,
They quickly point to terrorism, and how things have gone so awry.
Yes, they’re feeling very insecure, for they’ve been shaken to the core,
And one thing they're worried about, is, that terrorists have more in store.

So, because they’re feeling fearful, and are afraid of what else might be,
They're accepting certain changes that are eroding their liberty,
And thereby, are giving more Power to the ones who're holding the reins,
Which is how an even greater danger their future and freedom claims.

Yes, I believe that an evil Power will soon rule this world we’re in,
And that we in recent years have been witnessing its strong grip begin.
Hence why we shouldn’t let terrorism aid this power on its way,
For once it gains full control, we'll be far worse off than we are today.

Terrorism is ensuring that what I am saying will occur,
'Cause security, much more than liberty, some seemingly prefer.
But such is a very bad exchange, one that something far worse will bring,
Which many people will not realize until they feel its fatal sting.

Whether it's only one person, or a number who are in control,
If they wrongfully subtract from freedom, they're subtracting from one’s soul.
And even the well-intentioned err too, when with other’s rights they play,
Simply creating pawns and puppets, casualties too, along the way.

No, our freedom of expression, and civil-religious liberty,
Should never ever be encroached upon, but defended fearlessly.
And neither should the Church and the State be joined, encouraged to marry,
For the cost of that union is something we can’t afford to carry.

Politics and religion, when they are wedded, just lead to trouble;
Such promises much, perhaps, but can’t deliver, it’s like a bubble,
'Cause later on, it simply bursts, as such wrong unions should never be,
And besides, history has shown that they always end disastrously.

Thus, all those calls to join together for the well-being of everyone,
Are okay up to a point, but beyond that point, they will come undone,
For with all under the one umbrella, so much easier it’ll be
For some evil Power to arise that will control humanity.

Therefore, any calls for security, and those calls for unity,
Should be treated with the greatest of care, lest even worse come to be,
 For curtailing citizens rights in the so-called interests of man,
Can simply aid an evil agenda, or very misguided plan.

Oh yes, it has all happened before, and it will again, I believe,
And amidst our loss of freedom (under oppression), we’ll deeply grieve,
For once people play with liberty, once they trade things that they should not,
They very soon become oppressed. Why? Because history they forgot.

By Lance Landall

26.  Just Crooks

This world is full of fraudsters who prey on the vulnerable — they including, the young, the aged, the weak, the helpless, the unwell and gullible — yes, easy prey for those who’re out to make a killing, and who even convince many who’re less willingly, who midst a desperate sigh, the fraudster’s flawed theory try, or quack potions, lotions, and tablets buy, thinking, “Well, I’ll never know  will I until I give such a go?” which just leaves these fraudsters richer, an all to common picture, a scene that’s set via clever spiels, those too good to be true deals, slick and sophisticated adds, that financially fleece caring mums and dads, or whoever else falls prey to such scams, so like innocent children, unwary new born lambs.
Yes, cures for this, answers for that — and yes, there’s always a cost, hence how over time much is lost, or perhaps in one hit, folk hoping and thinking that “This is it,” only to find that it isn’t so, just another harsh and “Thought so” blow, for often there isn’t an answer or cure, and why sometimes we’ve no choice but to endure, or to just accept things the way they are, carry that burden, live with that scar, rather than playing into the hands of conmen, who deceive and fleece again and again.
And I’ve no doubts that there are deluded fraudsters out there, those who believe they do have an answer or cure, and in that sense, they are sincere, but given they haven’t, and one’s money duly take, they’re simply fraudsters of another kind — still fake — who’re deceiving and fleecing humankind.
Yes, some have cures for this, answers for that, no doubt could pull rabbits out of a hat, and so it goes, which in time shows, for reality and fantasy are worlds apart, though seldom in the fraudster’s mind and heart, nor in that of the deluded, who cannot be excluded, for they effectively work the same art, peddling their cures, their answers, their seminars and books — yes, fraudsters, modern day pickpockets — in other words, just crooks!
By Lance Landall