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Liberty and Freedom Quotes





"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
Martin Luther King, Jr
(1929-1968)

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."
Martin Luther King, Jr
(1929-1968)

"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."
Elie Wiesel

"Truth is not only violated by falsehood;
it may be equally outraged by silence."

Henri Frederic Amiel
(1821-1881)

"Your silence gives consent."
Plato
(428/427 B.C. -
348/347 B.C.)

"Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph."
Haile Selassie
(1892-1975)

    "Silence, where silence shouldn't be,
    equals culpability."

    The Author

"The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
(1815-1902)

"It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare."
Mark Twain
(1835-1910)

"The voice of protest, of warning, of appeal is never more needed than when the clamor of fife and drum, echoed by the press and too often by the pulpit, is bidding all men fall in and keep step and obey in silence the tyrannous word of command. Then, more than ever, it is the duty of the good citizen not to be silent."
Charles Eliot Norton
(1827-1908)

"Cowardice asks the question: is it safe? Expediency asks the question: is it politic? Vanity asks the question: is it popular? But conscience asks the question: is it right? And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular- but one must take it simply because it is right."
Martin Luther King Jr 
(1929-1968)

"A man does what he must – in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers – and this is the basis of all human morality."
John Kennedy
(1917-1963)

"It is easier to find a score of men wise enough to discover the truth than to find one intrepid enough, in the face of opposition, to stand up for it."
Archibald A. Hodge 
(1835-1910)

"Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence."
Leonardo da Vinci
(1452-1519)

"Truth is violated by falsehood, but it is outraged by silence." Henri-Frederic Amiel
(1821-1881)

"Don't let the day come where you regret your silence."
The Author

"To buckle under serious persecution is understandable, but to not stand up and speak out when you should and can, and when all you’ll encounter is ridicule, is to act cowardly, shamefully and selfishly."
The Author

"Let every voice be heard lest any voice that’s silenced prove to be one that shouldn’t have been."
The Author

"It's better to rage over ill than to keep quiet and still."
The Author

"Freedom of expression includes the right to say things that other folk don’t want to hear."
The Author


"Civilization today reminds me of an ape with a blowtorch playing in a room full of dynamite. It looks like the
monkeys are about to operate the zoo, and the inmates are taking over the asylum.”
Vance Havner (1901-1986)

Poetry With A Mission

My website, Poetry With A Mission, contains purpose based poetry,
Poetry that cares passionately about our planet, humanity.
In other words, love using poetry as a vehicle to express
Its concern over many things that we need to face, and quickly address.

Yes, poetry (alias me) that is wanting the best for you and I,
Which is why it’s terribly concerned over things that are going awry.
And why it’s attempting to play a part via the use of rhythm and rhyme,
As changes are badly needed, we’ve rivers to cross, and mountains to climb.

And hence its very thought provoking content, that hopefully you’ll dwell on,
Lest silence, indifference, or inaction, see the likes of liberty gone.
And freedom also, for both will certainly go if they’re not protected,
And also if subtle erosions (helped by foul play) go undetected.

You see, our choices, dear friend, individually or collectively,
Determine not only our destiny, but also this planet’s destiny,
Whether crime will rise, warring continue, strife, starvation or poverty,
In other words, friend, whether good or evil will triumph, ultimately.

There’s no question that this world is in a mess, and quickly heading downhill,
And in fact, there are those of us who consider it terminally ill.
But whether it's terminally ill or not, it’s clearly in a bad way,
Hence those things we need to face, address — no, not tomorrow, but now, today.

Yes, sometimes we need to be stirred — that is, shaken out of our apathy,
Or we foolishly have our head in the sand, or believe something falsely,
Or we are biased, prejudiced, have been somewhat programmed, or wrongly fed,
Or we're simply not prepared to do or say anything because we’re scared.

Well, fear’s certainly understandable sometimes, but fear won't get us far,
Unless we want to be controlled, that is, for those who let fear win, soon are.
Life without that freedom and liberty that we've known, is just existing,
It’s kowtowing, capitulating, just tyrants and dictators assisting.

Today, and far more than ever, we need men and women who’re not for sale,
That is, those who can’t be bought or sold, and who’ll see right and not wrong prevail,
Yes, those who're prepared to call a spade a spade, and remain honest and true,
Those who are prepared to make a stand, despite whatever they might go through.

Sometimes — even often — straight things need to be said, need to be heard or read,
And far more so, wherever people only want to hear nice things instead.
After all, reality needs to be faced, lest some danger overtake,
Which it will do, if we are falsely lulled, have a closed mind, or aren’t awake.

We may not like what other folk have to say, but we should never stop them,
And all attempts to curb or halt freedom of expression, strongly condemn.
For after all, it’s only via such freedom that truth can ever be found,
Hence why those who've something to fear, or hide, want the truth gone, or tightly bound.

There are certain medicines that we hate, yet need, in order to get well,
Which only the very foolish would refuse, and whom we would soon farewell.
Yes, “No pain, no gain,” is certainly true — thus, some medicines we should take,
Be that via the mouth, the ears, or other, lest we badly suffer or ache.

And therefore, with the greatest of respect and via poetic tradition,
I humbly present my poetry website — Poetry With A Mission.
But please be aware that the reading of my poetry will soon reveal
An open, inquiring, receptive mind, or a closed one, some Achilles heel.

By Lance Landall


"Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army."
Edward Everett (1794-1865)



2.  R.I.P Planet Earth?

This world’s a beautiful creation, I a believer that it was designed,
Everything so precise, so finely tuned, staggeringly complex, and mankind.
I unable to grasp how things could have simply evolved, more so from nothing,
And why everything on this Earth seems to have that must-have-been-created ring.

But that aside, Earth happens to be our nest, and we clearly alone, you know,
Evidence suggesting human invention regarding any UFO.
So why are so many destroying their own habitat, and that of creatures?
For in the scheme of things, deforestation, plundering and war largely features,

And look out for those mines.

Oh, so many cities now concrete ruins, the ground full of poisons that harm,
And the folly of nuclear power and its waste adding to the alarm.
All it taking is an earthquake, but evil creating its own disasters,
And soon, if not now, this old planet that we’re living on well beyond plasters.

So to those of you behind any ill, your success will see you suffer too,
Certainly as time goes by, and this why what you are doing is so askew.
But do you really care, for hate and anger are blind, so unable to see,
And why its all a waste of time, and good not on the side of the bloodthirsty,

Nor on the side of the indifferent, those who're into vice, debauchery.

It’s all in the mind, you know, how one thinks, we either peacemakers or fighters,
Building bridges or starting fires, the latter via bigoted filled lighters.
Yes, a flick of the thumb, and there’s another newspaper headline, callous act,
And that such is a sickness is not an opinion but an obvious fact.

And in the end, no one a winner even if they’re flying their flag, and so
What on earth are folk thinking, doing, though by their fruits we are told that we’ll know.
And there is clarity for you, for those who harm this earth and humanity,
Declare their real agenda, self, evil, and their own end is a surety.

Yes,

Earth spoilt by renegade humans, some having more in common with a devil,
Their terrible acts knowing no end, they taking things to a whole new level.
And promises on Earth no more trustable than that evolution theory,
Or those who kill in the name of God or Allah, devoid of love and mercy.

By Lance Landall


We're choking the rivers, emptying the sea, degrading the soil, poisoning the air,
and hacking away at Earth's lungs — the rain forrests.





A parody on Louis Armstrong's What A Wonderful World.

3.  Oh, Louis Armstrong...

It’s really not such a wonderful world after all, 'cause,

I see creatures gone, and forests too
Sense harder times for me and you
And I think to myself, what a terrible world.

I see skies of grey, feel winds that chill
Earth's less like Heaven now, more of a hell
And I think to myself, what a depressing world,

The fog of pollution is so heavy in the sky
Anxiety's on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking heads, saying, "What’s going on?"
They really meaning, “Something’s wrong.”

I see babies die, things that horrify
There’s poverty and war, so much awry
And I think to myself, what a pitiless world,
Yes, I think to myself, what an endangered world,
Oh yeah!

By Lance Landall


This poem was altered on 12 September 2019.
Here's the original song:
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWzrABouyeE






Christian poem.

4.  Greener Than Green

Before rebellion marred this planet, there was beauty and order, perfection,
No damage, no pollution, no mess, it all meeting God’s fussy inspection.
Eden a paradise, a delight, everything working in harmony,
It’s caretakers aware of their responsibilities, and thus no less we,

'Cause we’re told that God doesn’t change, He the same today as He was yesterday,
And pointing us back to Eden, saying, “Still do your best to keep things that way.
In other words, look after this planet, 'cause those who don’t, I will punish, and
Just like that rebellious pair before, I will banish them from the promised land.”

And that land being this Earth made new, which, in the meantime, we should still care for,
It our home too, and owned by God, a planet that He won’t demolish but restore.
And this planet is a training ground where we’re to learn to think and act like Him, who,
Is greener than green, well ahead of Greenpeace, and watching what all of us do.

And rightly so, because how would you feel if someone damaged your creation,
Something you’d put lots of love and care into; so much for appreciation.
Yes, God hardly pleased, not about to let things go undealt with, for why should He,
Given that those He’s allowed to inhabit Earth have acted so shamefully.

So, get things repaired, stretch them out as long as possible, pass on, recycle,
Don’t use your car unnecessarily, but walk more, or use a bicycle.
Look after things better, be content with less, and minding any wastage too,
Buying what’s less harmful to the Earth, and minding those pursuits that more fuel spew.

And to those of you who a warring go, destroying, polluting crazily,
Or who irresponsibly foul the planet via any kind of industry,
Woe betide, and you who strip the Amazon (for example), for what a cost,
Climate change the meantime consequences of it all, 'cause Nature can’t be bossed,

And God, should never be so crossed.

Yes, God’s a god of grace, which He grants to the repentant, not those who still wreck,
Not having heeded His warning, and more so when this planet is very sick.
The need urgent, but what fool fouls his or her own nest, and then adds to the mess,
Via further lack of thought and care, which could see no one living at that same address.

But in all our thoughts for planet Earth, dare we overlook the Creator, who,
Should be first and foremost in our focus, and whom all are answerable to.
Many devoting time to saving creatures, the healing of sea, sky and land,
But hardly acknowledging their Saviour God, before whom, all will one day stand.

By Lance Landall


This poem was placed on my website on the 11 August 2019 and added to on the 12 August.

"The nations raged, but Thy wrath came, and the time for the dead to be judged, for rewarding Thy
servants, the prophets and saints, and those who fear Thy name, both small and great,
and for destroying the destroyers of the earth" (Rev 11:18, RSV).

"Because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature
rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen" (Rom 1:25, ESV).





Part Christian poem.

5.  That Menace In Venice

Oh, those rising sea levels — yes, that menace in Venice — climate change, it’s called,
And rightly so, Nature having been bloodied, and hence those coastlines that she’s mauled.
But you know, climate change having begun with man’s fall, that foolish path he took,
And why today (after thousands of years of decay) we see a planet that’s crook.

Yes, very crook, recklessness having accelerated its sad condition,
Modern scoffers having held up clean up attempts via their hands-off position.
Yes, the indifferent too, ignoring the tide that their sandcastles will smash,
Climate change no respecter of the bright or famous, those with power or cash.

Bible wise, one of the signs of Christ’s coming is Nature running amuck, yet,
How many believe in the Bible, and why nasty surprises they might get.
Truth always coming as a shock to the uninformed or disbelieving, who
Ignore or laugh at the evidence that careful observers rightly point to.

Yes, like that menace in Venice, those raging fires, mega storms and so on
And hence those burnt out forests, wrecked dwellings, and those low-lying Islands soon gone.
And then there’re earthquakes, Earth riddled with the ongoing results of a global flood,
The Bible’s account verified by many things, like volcanic ash and mud.

Yes, climate change is real alright, and we haven’t seen the worst or last of it,
All good reason for living simply, and as if there is a God, lest fate hit.
And meantime, we doing what we can, because Earth’s still our home, our only one,
Until (as many of us believe), we’re rescued by Earth’s Creator, the Son.

Hence Christ hoping that we’re catching on, Earth on borrowed time, not to mention man,
Guilty of stripping the Amazon, fouling land, sea and sky, acting like a fan.
And that’s how it’s been since climate change first began, and here we are today, friend,
The selfish, stubborn, heedless, short-sighted creators of our very own end.

All why (if I were you) I’d look beyond this planet despite any clean up,
Or from a cup of even greater disappointment you may be forced to sup.
Thus one facing reality, society having come unstuck too, and
Not just climate change, but the rapid decay of humanity also, has fanned.

By Lance Landall


"The creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious
freedom from death and decay" (Rom 8:21, NLT).







"To go against the dominant thinking of your friends, of most of the people you see every day, is perhaps
the most difficult act of heroism you can perform."

Theodore H. White (1915-1986)

6.  I Can't Talk?

Yes, I’m no better than you, mess up too, even get scared, you know,
Don’t want to be disliked, struggle with things, and often ebb and flow.
And I too, can put my big foot in it, act rather wrongfully,
All of which concerns me, given what I’m expressing via poetry.

However, not just I, but all, have a duty to express things
That from a healthy inner realization, and disquiet, duly springs.
For should those things not be mentioned, even more remiss one would be,
Aiding and abetting via silence wrongs within society.

We can’t wait until we’re perfect examples to speak, obviously,
For such we’ll never be (though we should try to be, naturally).
Thus, we’ve got to speak out now, do what we can, despite all our flaws,
Lest, in the meantime, things get far worse, and we’re faced with closing doors.

Hence why I’m doing what I can, while I can, midst my own mistakes,
And despite any affliction that my little world rattles and shakes.
For how could I not do so, given what could happen to you and I,
And given that this planet we’re on is sadly going awry?

I can’t talk? No, but I must — and so must you — as it's foolish not to.

By Lance Landall



7.  I'm No Hero

When I was a youngster, I somewhat lived in a world of my own,
Playing on a grassy river bank for hours on end, and alone.
And there, I lived adventures, acting out things that I'd read and seen,
Quietly creeping through bushes and trees, ears and eyes sharp and keen.

Oh yes, I was a cowboy, a sheriff, Colt 45 in hand,
Or nose down in its leather holster — just a toy, you understand.
And I was on the lookout for anyone with evil intent;
Yes, a crack shot, upholding law and order, hot on someone's scent.

With growing stealth, I daily patrolled my bushy territory
That is, as a defender of right, facing dangers fearlessly.
Yes, there beside the flowing river, locked in childish fantasies,
I battled forces of evil, displaying daring, skill and ease.

Well, dear friend, time has since moved on, and I’m no hero, believe me,
And I’m a hater of guns now, for I’ve met with reality.
Thus, it’s just a pen that I wield now, though still doing what I can,
For defending that which is right, is what truly makes one a man.

Now, I’m just the same as anyone, and could fail, ultimately,
But meantime, while I am able, I will make a stand, openly.
That is, I will not be silent, but will use my voice or my pen
In order to warn of folly, danger, those evil schemes of men.

Or simply to enlighten, for wisdom’s getting lost, being rejected,
And as a result, ignorance is rampant, as would be expected.
And trouble is hot on its heels, along with much heartache and pain,
Which I and others are trying to halt, reverse, somehow contain.

Yes, just like many others, I’m doing what I can, while I can,
Trying to act unselfishly, showing thought for my fellowman.
For to not speak out when I'm able, would be far more cowardly
Than failing sometime in the future due to greater threats, should such be.

However, I hope and pray that I won't fail, when push comes to shove, and,
That in the meantime, wherever it's needed, I will make a stand.
For silence where silence shouldn’t be, is simply cowardice, and,
Such will not build muscles, that later on, give one the strength to stand.

Oh yes, times have changed since I was a young boy (playing on that bank),
And behaviour and attitudes have changed as well, to be quite frank.
Most people appear caught up in a shameful self-preservation,
That once, friend, would have received the very strongest condemnation.

Thus, due to such selfishness, peer pressure, indifference or fear,
There are far fewer voices speaking out, less folk that seem to care.
And should those strong voices become even fewer, where will things end?
And who of us will share in the blame? So, please think it through, dear friend.

As I said, I’m no hero, I’m simply just a man — made of clay,
But having said that, what exactly is a hero anyway?
Could heroes simply be those people who are doing what they can
On behalf of, and out of loving concern for, their fellowman?

In other words, just an everyday person who has a good heart,
One who's making a stand, speaking out, and thereby, playing their part.
Yes, not remaining silent, despite the deep frowns and jeers of men,
And doing so amidst their own struggles, via their voice or their pen.

By Lance Landall



8.  Far Better I Be Honest

Hi there. I could say all those things that you’d like to hear, and thereby, would have you really like me,
No criticism passing my lips, not a frown on my face, I choosing my words carefully.
Yes, I avoiding saying anything that would displease you, and always agreeing with you,
Warm fuzzies-cum-praise coming thick and fast — you a prince or princess who’s found a snug fitting shoe.

But you know, such would make me a liar and deceiver, someone who wouldn’t be a good friend,
Despite my appearing to be a good friend initially, but certainly not in the end.
For my comments would have you thinking things that weren’t so, things you’d discover eventually,
And meantime, you having made a fool of yourself, (for example), and I left looking sickly.

Yes, far better I be honest, for though such mightn't appeal, at least it would be the truth, and I,
A person far more in tune with reality, and therefore, someone on whom you could rely.
And via such honesty you would grow, for praise that’s not due, and things said that aren’t true, don’t strengthen,
But leave one reliant on props that in time just give way, enter the proverbial violin.

It’s even possible that I might anger you, but anything else would be a lie and snare,
For any words I chose to withhold, dress up or make up, could bring greater pain and weight to bear.
Best we face up to things, acceptance and contentment our best friends, and so too those who’re honest,
For at the end of the day, they’re the ones who’re truly concerned about what’s in our best interest.

By Lance Landall




9.  Count On Me

With the world in which we live in trouble, humanity at risk, and so many beset with misery,
How can I keep silent, how can I remain inactive? — unless of course, I’m only interested in me.
Yes, how can I not put pen to paper, express my concerns, educate and warn? — unless I don’t care,
And if I don’t care, and am only interested in me, then my presence is of little value here.

And I, only adding to all the problems that are plaguing this Earth, even worsening things, selfishly,
For we’re clearly meant to be operating as one big family, both thoughtfully and attentively.
And in the process, growing together, finding answers, alleviating whatever distress we can,
For just looking after number one, and hardly lifting a finger, is how most of our troubles began.

Hence why I can’t and won’t do nothing, but rather, all that I can, speaking and writing whilst lending a hand,
For the trials and ills of others, and everywhere that we’re going wrong, I wish to ease, solve and understand.
Well, as much as I am able to as an individual, for such demands the same of everyone,
And thus we best all pulling together as one, society in unison, nothing being left undone.

Yes, no head in the sand for me, or timidity, nor the callousness of acting indifferently,
For when we fail to think and work on behalf of others, we only worsen things for ourselves, ultimately.
And this being because we’re all intricately connected in various ways, which so many fail to see,
And as a consequence, (and as said), they not only hurting themselves in the long run, but humanity.

By Lance Landall







“The masses have never thirsted after truth. Whoever can supply them with illusions is easily their master;
whoever attempts to destroy their illusions is always their victim."
Gustave Le Bon (1841-1931)

"Pure truth cannot be assimilated by the crowd."
Henri Frederic Amiel (1821-1881)

10.  Don't Want To Offend?

If you don’t want to offend, how can you be honest and say what you really think? — as one should,
Otherwise, such simply becomes a game — a charade — which doesn't do anyone any good.
And in fact, can even lead to injury, and that, “Well why didn’t you say then?” so oft heard,
All because someone was too scared of treading on someone’s toes, thus withholding that needed
 word.

Such is often tied in with that "political correctness" nonsense, a plague on all of us,
For it gets in the way of honesty, just pussyfoots around, and hampers what folk discuss.
And so too that fear of offending, for though there’s a time and place, many still won’t say a word,
Which is why many aren’t told what they should be, or if they are, “I heard it from a little bird.”

And then there're those who get someone to “do their dirty work for them” (as some say), and this meaning:
They seek the bravery or foolishness of someone else, thus sometimes wisdom contravening.
For go-betweens can complicate things, even cause things to worsen, hence some explosions we see,
Such all part and parcel of what can happen when we’re not honest with others like we should be.

The truth is, that if we really do care about others, we will be honest, though it offend,
For those who act differently often act irresponsibly, hurting folk more in the end.
And meantime, kowtowing to weakness and popularity, neither they nor the other growing,
Such all being why we shouldn’t be afraid to offend — and thus our thoughts, others clearly knowing.

All due care and thought, of course.

By Lance Landall



11.  Long Live Free Speech!

Once we legislate to curb ill that some folk may say, we lessen our own rights, and imperil what rights remain,
For freedom of expression is where it’s all at, regardless of hate filled words that may cause a certain pain.
And hence why we shouldn't play with freedom of expression, for there's not one reason good enough for doing so,
And let’s bear in mind that many an ill has begun with some well-meaning but very unwise embryo.

Yes, it’s bad enough that there are those who would like to curb freedom of expression to achieve some evil end,
Without us playing into their hands by going along with legislation that would curb what might offend.
And besides, there’ll always be those who’ll think, speak and act wrongly, regardless of that which is designed to curb,
And why in this imperfect world of ours, there will always be things that will anger, distress, pain and disturb.

But sometimes we need to hear the truth — warts and all — and need to face up to things, though unpleasant they may be,
And hence why even the provocative has its place in all this, be such expressed via the pen or verbally.
However, whether it be this way or that way, the right way or wrong way, let all have their say, and freely,
We asking for nought but due respect and thoughtfulness, for limiting free speech acts far more injuriously.

Yes, some things said may not be nice, even wrong and cruel, but we need to toughen up, not respond childishly,
For we’re hardly living in a nursery, weren’t meant to be wrapped in cotton wool, for that’s absurdity.
In fact, we grow by being confronted, not by being sheltered from reality, nor those harsh things some may say,
Which often convey what we need to hear, and what’s better allowed than not, lest with even more rights, folk play.

Rather than curb, we need to educate, both by word and deed, for laws don’t solve, but simply restrict and prevent,
Thus hardly changing the heart and mind — and if they are foolish laws, they simply cause discontent to ferment,
Or worse — and hence why freedom of expression should never be played with in any way, for such will bring ill,
And in time, the greatest ill of all — a total loss of freedom and liberty — which here, I fear I foretell.

By Lance Landall



12.  Never Hinder Protest

When folk aren’t given the opportunity to air their discontent, and have it taken seriously,
And this, in a supportive, safe and impartial setting, they’re oft left feeling mistreated, helpless and angry.
And there you have the makings of trouble, something that could even make headline news, and unsurprisingly,
For such can have folk festering inside, they outraged at the unfairness, and thus plotting treacherously.

Yes, it never pays to treat anyone’s grievance lightly or casually, nor to put things in their way,
And that meaning, obstacles that make it hard for them to air such — in other words, to at least have their say.
For those who hinder or deprive folk of this basic right, are not only acting very inhumanely,
But playing with fire, for who might they be dealing with? Someone who’s somewhat unstable emotionally?

And this not apparent, or not to a degree that raises concern, hence those surprises that we can get,
We never thinking someone would do what they did, nor they perhaps, but they did, and which they may well regret.
But oh, how anger can burn, and sometime, somehow and somewhere ignite, for no one likes being treated unfairly,
And why all should be listened to, given a fair hearing, even if their complaint is deemed rather silly.

When folk can’t have their say-cum-air some grievance, they can lose heart, give up, stop contributing and walk away,
Which is how the valuable input of many gets lost, and why some as a result of such, go astray;
Or how they become zealots, their anger fuelling some mission, they kicking back at some organisation,
Or taking it out on society, and who’s to blame but those who created such a situation.

By Lance Landall



13.  Just Say It

“It’s not what you say, but how you say it,” they say, which to be honest, isn’t entirely true,
For no matter how we say some things, folk can still get upset, and what we're saying misconstrue.
And sometimes people need a jolt, enter those sharper words and that firmer approach, otherwise,
They might remain in danger, or continue their ill, which in this case, a tough stance justifies.

And hence the strident pen, one hoping that the written word will do what one can’t do verbally,
For many aren’t approachable, they as sensitive as the Richter scale, reacting angrily.
Yes, no matter how carefully we choose our words, there are those who react very childishly,
But if something needs saying, it should still be said, such being the unpleasant side of one’s duty.

And that’s where many bomb out, their backbone hardly straight and strong, excuses coming thick and fast,
They not even bothering with words, let alone carefully chosen words, lest they get a blast.
But better a blast and someone better off — well, hopefully — than we simply saving our own skin,
And bearing in mind that warnings not given can sometimes kick back at us, and then be rubbed in.

Seems no one wants to be told, and that no one wants to do the telling, and hence much ill we see,
And things would be even worse if it weren’t for those few brave souls who refuse to behave PC.
Yes, time we returned to those days when folk spoke their mind, and didn’t let others get away with things,
For out of that silence that’s motivated by fear and self-preservation, nothing good springs.

By Lance Landall



14.  Best It's Hollered

When someone is near the edge of a cliff, do we smile and casually say, “Nice day, take care,”
Or do we holler, “Look out! You’re too close! Get back!" our concern clear, thus creating healthy fear?
Well, if someone asked me, I’d say to do the latter, such displaying far more loving concern,
And under the circumstances is exactly what’s needed, lest too late, one’s fellowman learn.

However, many can’t see the danger even when it’s hollered, and don’t like folk hollering;
Not that that casual “Take care” goes down any better, for to that which is cherished, most cling.
Yes, they not wanting to veer from that path they’re on, even though it’s taking them close to the edge,
And the likelihood of a fatal fall — their view obstructed by a deceiving self-imposed hedge.

But though such be the case, something should still be said; and given that neither approach goes down well,
One might as well holler, though such warnings should be loud and clear, and this, even if looks could kill.
For folk need to know — and thus one’s duty done — and bearing in mind that others could be affected,
And hence why love does all it can to ensure that certain principled fences are erected.

Yes, best it’s hollered — we having done our uttermost — and given that these days, fewer seek to warn,
Which is why those fewer voices need to be louder, just like the chirping of birds heard at dawn.
And this, in order to also bring reality home to those who have their head in the sand,
And who the noble intentions of those who’re trying to help them see, sadly misunderstand.

By Lance Landall



15.  Don't Get Too Hung Up On Delivery

“It’s how you say it,” they say, but hey, most don’t like hearing the truth anyway,
And thus the problem’s not so much how it’s said but what it is one’s got to say.
And there’s not a lot one can do about that, people not wanting to change, and
Truth by its very nature straight — hence presenting it not a popular stand.

Yes, it’s best that truth be couched in a particular way, and oft it can be,
But nevertheless is still best said even if not said so eloquently.
The truth is that the fault lies more with the reluctant hearer who oft fights it,
Despite the fact that it’s bang on — and rightly accepted, to their benefit.

So just do your best and don’t get too hung up on delivery, how it’s said,
For who can speak truth in a way that pleases? — it oft more like an arrowhead.
And why it can cut even when one’s gentle with the bow, or further away,
And why speaking out can cost, though sometimes more so where truth we fail to convey.

By Lance Landall



16.  Canaries In The Mine

You know, when it came to a title for this poem, I was caught between two, the other one being:
Love’s Last Chance Before Darkness Falls, given the encroachments on liberty that some aren’t seeing.
Well, Canaries In The Mine won the day, for canaries were once critical in many mines,
And so too today, given the darkness and explosiveness of the times, and certain bad signs.

But you know, encroachments on liberty aside, watchmen are required throughout society,
They sounding the alarm wherever there’s good reason, and given some ills that many can’t see.
For once certain doors are opened — and in some cases, tightly shut — it’s too late to do a thing,
And oh, the baleful results, and hence that need of human canaries, one’s who will loudly sing.

And they brave souls, for there are those who don’t want those canaries singing their warning songs, you see,
And who try to shut their singing down, such treachery being at the expense of society.
Or indeed humanity, which is why certain canaries are heard above the rest who sing,
For there are degrees of ill, and the ill that some sing of, heralding what greater ill will bring.

And thus, love’s last chance before darkness falls, perhaps, for only those who truly care seek to warn,
And given all the heads in the sand, it’s not just chirping needed, but a locomotive’s horn.
And who likes jarring blasts? — but with deadly serious danger only moments in time away,
Those who see the danger are left with no choice, hence their cries, which all should very carefully weight.

Yes, too many far too busy, distracted, disinterested or asleep.

By Lance Landall



17.  Are You A Mere Shadow?

Yes, it’s better to speak up, stand up, and do something rather than nothing, even should you err,
Than to live a life of sheer mediocrity, as far too many people seem to prefer.
Better your presence be noticed and felt, you thus contributing and provoking worthwhile thought,
Rather than living an introspective life that humanity wise achieves little or naught.

Better to be thought a fool than to be one via failing to try and halt any wrong you could have,
And via letting anyone’s thoughts about you get in the way of whether you should or shouldn’t have.
Better to face opposition for the sake of what’s best and right than to keep quiet and distant,
You not kowtowing to threats, frowns, jeers or sneers, but rather, being courageous, true and consistent.

Yes, it’s better to leave this world having made a difference, having brightened, lightened and shared,
Having pondered on the meaning of life and the lot of others, and having shown that you cared.
And thus you at peace having not stood idly by, nor sought your own comfort, or self-preservation,
But rather, having lost yourself in what really makes a life, and becomes an inspiration.

Better to say and do what one should and not simply please, as if wanting to look good to all,
For where’s the honesty and transparency in holding back, not being who you are, warts and all?
And thus you just another one who passed through life as if a shadow-cum-minus what made it,
You far too absorbed with being Mr Nice and not treading on toes to be of much benefit.

Or a Mrs Nice, forgetting that those who dare not offend cannot be honest, (nor helpful),
They not wanting to upset by saying the truth, even though the truth would prove more beneficial.
And such being why a “Hands off,” “Keep out of it,” “Don’t rock the boat” approach does far more harm than good,
For falsehood, wrong and evil will simply prosper, and some errant ones not attain adulthood.

Hence the question: Are you a mere shadow? — and thus this world little better off for you being here,
Not that anyone’s worthless or not precious, but context wise, you a tree that little fruit will bear.
In other words, you drawing a lifetime of nutrients from this Earth with little in return,
Your looking the part and avoiding being bothered by the elements being your only concern.

Well, I hope that’s not the case, and you, more concerned with right than with what others think of you,
And thus speaking out, standing up, doing something rather than naught or little, where you can do.
And also packing as much effort into others as you would your life, you no mere shadow,
But a living example of what’s really a life, one that substance and not just froth will show.

By Lance Landall


"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."
Winston Churchill (1874-1965)



18.  Crosses Come With Every Such Hero

Many who’re trying to stand up and speak out are struggling under that burden,
For it’s an unpopular road, a heavy weight to bear, and supporters thin.
Yes, trumpeters sometimes silenced, often hindered, and some of these folk aren’t well,
But love and duty calls, and they respond, come applause or some personal hell.

And they can feel like a fool, others even treating them so, but on they press,
Some forfeiting their life, many forfeiting comforts and even happiness.
Their mission oft a solemn one, much at stake, listeners few, scoffers many,
And as for some deserving medal — well, there usually isn’t any.

And many feeling inadequate, aware of their own failings, but still they stand,
Despite anxieties, knocking knees, or any threats that might be close at hand.
And sadly, some pulling out, the toll too much to bear, and it no wonder s
o,
But least they tried, and bravery rare, for crosses come with every such hero.


By Lance Landall





The following poem was penned 9 August 2019.

19.  But With Hong Kong In Mind

Despite those dictators who oppress, or those governments who act somewhat the same,
Even incorrectly declaring that they have the right to do so in God’s name,
Protesters should never turn to violence, their swords destined to pierce their own hearts,
They not only guilty too, but this being how even greater suffering starts.

And what becomes of their country — therefore, better oppression than a basket case,
’Cause destroyed cities and infrastructure, and fleeing refugees, what they may face.
Yes, better hardship than the loss of loved ones, starvation or imprisonment, say,
Little or nothing gained in the end, a happier life not having come their way.

Too many protesters not weighing things carefully enough, fighting fire with fire,
A path that past experiences, wisdom and common sense would never inspire.
One’s own nest fouled, the authority’s heart hardened, battles lost before they’ve begun,
All why millions end up worse off, soon to find that what folk did they shouldn’t have done.

Yes, it’s a risky thing, such protesting not godly nor wise, and more doomed to fail,
The backlash oft like a winter storm with weaponry-like thunder, lightning and hail.
And sometimes one simply exchanging one dictator for another, at what cost?
Oh, how easily a life that’s somewhat bearable, for a life that’s not, gets tossed.

Maybe life was better before, until….but riots taking things from bad to worse,
Hence how some rock or Molotov cocktail throwing protesters soon leave in a hearse.
Those prepared to die for what’s right should live for what’s right, thus setting an example,
Nobleness only found in right doing, not those things that destroy and more blood spill.

If a Christian, you believe in a coming rescue, and thus pain temporary,
But even if you aren’t a Christian, why worsen your life unnecessarily?
Bad enough what you’re going through already, perhaps, so why go and stoke the fire,
Some things simply out of our hands, and it’s bearing things well that is seen to inspire.

Riots are the hallmark of undisciplined hordes, hypocritical, lawless fools,
Who, not worrying ’bout how they might affect their own kind, reach for the devil’s tools.
Maybe having indulged in too much violence via the computer or TV,
And ready to take to the streets in a skewed attempt to demand democracy.

Too many protesters push the envelope, and violence being a sure way,
Especially when hardly in a democracy, and been ordered to obey.
Freedom and liberty all very well, but foolishness quite another thing, and
This being why some should mind how they go lest they simply strengthen an iron hand.


By Lance Landall




20.  Mobocracy

Just as greater a danger to freedom and liberty is, mobocracy,
That braying mob, militant majority that abuses democracy.
And so, mobocracy being a kind of people power dictatorship,
Given its brawling, lawless, forceful way that grapples rights from another’s grip.

Yes, the minority, in other words, who, due process are thereby denied,
And facing intimidation, their right to disagree simply brushed aside.
Mobocracy determined to get its way, its democracy but a farce,
Mobocracy just another form of tyranny, waiting snake in the grass.

Yes, mobocracy turning on dissenters just like a dictator would, and
Demanding that its desires be met, thus making its own laws of the land.
And thereby laughing at democratic elections, freedom and liberty,
It all coming down to its way and demands, such the essence of tyranny.


By Lance Landall




21.  Errant Protestors

We’re all concerned about climate change (I like to think), and urgent is the need,
But causing disruption and anger by lawless means isn’t how to succeed.
So please don’t go blocking traffic flows, hindering workers and businesses too,
It all counter productive, just hurting your own, a path that rebels pursue.

Yes, that chaining yourself to things, climbing up and over someone’s property,
It nothing but foolishness, thoughtlessness, acting very irresponsibly.
Hypocrisy, in fact, condemning ill while creating ill, causing chaos,
And those extra authority call out costs that are to everyone’s loss.

Yes, that time and money needed elsewhere, but no, those public antics abound,
So many getting in on the act, but as far as support goes, losing ground.
If it’s not rioters fouling their own nest, its errant protestors breaking laws,
Annoying all and sundry, and in the process, hardening hearts, shutting doors.

As far as Christians go, God doesn’t want lawless followers, this He’s made clear,
Telling them to be at peace with the authorities, and persecution bear.
Their reward and rescue coming with His return when He’ll deal with oppressors,
Those who’ve injured humanity, those who’ve played a part in the insanity.


By Lance Landall





This poem was inspired by the Charlie Hebdo tragedy, 7th January, 2015, but is not condoning the
content of any Charlie Hebdo cartoon.

22.  I Am Charlie, But...

Say, if God himself has given us the freedom to choose our own destiny,
To accept Him or reject Him, to praise Him or curse Him, then hey, who are we
To tell others what they should or shouldn’t say, take their life because of offence,
Thus sneering at liberty and democracy; and by casting aside sense,

Ushering in tyranny as a consequence?

Yes,

Who are we to so arrogantly set ourselves above others, or dictate,
To cry foul because of their right to freedom of expression even should it grate,
To act as if we’re God himself — and hey, are we so immature and thin-skinned
That we can’t handle someone’s poor judgment, bad taste? — and as if we’ve never sinned!

We might not like what someone says or draws, but dare we tinker with such a right,
For only the errant or those with an agenda would have such in their sight.
Yes, such being the first thing chomped on by evil insiders dressed to deceive,
And it so easily impinged on by the clumsy or afraid, I believe.

And why the word sacrosanct comes to mind, the concreting of free speech our aim,
And why when it comes to freedom of expression, everything must be fair game,
Because any line drawn is an automatic infringement, a crying shame,
(Even if done in Heaven’s name),
And one step always being the beginning of more, folk soon lamenting what became.

All why I am Charlie, another defender of unfettered expression,
But one who likes to infuse such with a certain thoughtfulness-cum-discretion.
 For why pointlessly anger, and there are always those who’re easily upset,
And those who just can’t help themselves and foolishly give even worse than they get.

If God’s for real like I believe He is, and given how long we’ve all been here,
He’s far more generous than men, who when it comes to others, long aren’t seen to bear.
And who would have more reason for wrath? — yet here we still are, most cursing His name,
And some even wrongly claiming His permission to dictate, oppress, murder or maim.

Or Muhammad's.

And why it’s also perilous to follow and revere some man — plain folly —
For even good men err, and conmen hardly proclaim their moral poverty.
Hence why no one should be exempt from scrutiny, and why pens should write and draw,
And as for humour, it oft near the truth of things, ill folk foresee, or foresaw.

Yes,

All why I am Charlie, but not a mocker, nor racist and a complete fool,
For free speech shouldn’t be abused, and therefore, one rightly handling any tool.
And not just that, but we treating others as we’d like them to treat us, and why
I will only go so far, and then, where necessary. Thought and sense nearby.

By Lance Landall


"For why pointlessly anger" is referring to those who say or write something provocative simply for a laugh,
or where there isn't a good enough reason for doing so.

"There's greater danger in trying to limit freedom of expression than there is in
permitting its abuse."
The Author




23.  Hate Speech

When we outlaw hate speech we endanger all speech, and thus free speech hardly free,
But rather, restricted, an oxymoron, it either free or not, surely.
Limits automatically being antagonistic to free speech, and
Always the way of those who throughout history have had something evil planned.

When we start defining what free speech should and shouldn’t be, legislatively,
We effectively render free speech useless, albeit incrementally.
Such defining prone to changing times and hands, a clear threat to liberty,
Free speech only free when its not handicapped by limits that weren’t meant to be.

Restrictions and free speech are incompatible, the former its enemy,
And so, we allowing what might appal, though some folk are riled too easily.
And their idea of what should or shouldn’t be said perhaps draconian, and
A return to sanity much harder or lost, nor helped by heads in the sand.

Yes, best we just ignore those horrid rants, nor attend their meetings, prudently,
Thus not stopping them from speaking lest democracy become mobocracy.
Too many who’re not happy about hate speech acting just as ignorantly,
Just as intolerantly — and hence why sacrosanct, free speech should always be.

Debate with such folk if you want to, though many have already, pointlessly,
But never fight fire with fire; and why protest if free speech is just that, free?
Yes, responsibility comes with free speech, but one can only educate,
Because a loving heart and a noble mind aren’t things that we can legislate.

However,

Encouraging others to maim or kill anyone, is quite another thing,
Just like debate and fighting are worlds apart too, despite how much words may sting.
And thus such evil inciting going well beyond free speech — a crime, in fact,
And why here, law has its place, and thus why here, every government must act.

But when it comes to speech that simply isn’t nice or kind, and even nasty,
Words are just words, and bigger we must be in order to attain maturity.
We grow by meeting confrontation head on, not by running away from it,
Nor by outlawing it, but by assessing whether those words spoken may fit.

And you know, this world’s hardly Heaven, and thus thick-skinned we somewhat need to be,
Lest we make someone’s problem our problem too by reacting just as silly.
This planet’s not made up of saints, and thus perfection hardly reality,
And hence why we must learn to live with things, including begging to disagree,

And hey, how else can tolerance be?

So, should you come across a group ranting or marching that you can’t stand, just go,
Leave them alone, ’cause they’ve that right, and you could be the cause of trouble, you know.
’Cause angrily confronting such folk is like putting a match to paper, and
You the one having produced that match, when violence, say, they may not have planned.

People are getting upset over anything and everything today,
They far too sensitive or petty, not made of tougher stuff, it’s sad to say.
So rather than condemning hate speech, which all should, they want it banned, foolishly,
When that is far more dangerous given its serious threat to liberty.

At the end of the day, our words are our thoughts, and our thoughts are our own, and so,
Given they belong to us, who has the right to control them, and decide “No?”
No one, and hence why we should be able to speak our own mind, say this or that,
Though surely sense and thought dictating, thinking of others being where it’s at.

And thinking of others includes letting them be themselves, letting them have their say,
No matter what we think of them, or what they’ve got to say, ’cause that’s the fair way.
And fair for us too, those of us who don’t like hate speech, and thus our thoughts convey,
In the hope that those foolish imparters of hate speech will see the light one day.

It’s not just free speech we endanger by rushing to outlaw rot some might say,
But justice too, in the sense of laws and punishment getting carried away.
Hence why it’s better to just ignore or condemn certain hollerings, you see,
Keeping laws and punishment for the truly serious, not stupidity.

Derogatory things are one thing, inciting violence quite another,
All families having their spats, but who would threaten their sister or brother,
Or attack them? And that’s where law certainly has its place, and why we should mind,
Lest through drawing the bow too tight, even more losses to liberty we find,

And justice being misused.

The object should be to help folk see, not gag them, laws far too often turned to;
Oh, what folk will give away for perceived security, when they shouldn’t do.
Many talking of tolerance, and yet too quickly removing what offends,
Which hardly produces giants, and hence why it’s no wonder where it all ends.

We should never encroach on the freedoms of many just because of a few
(Those who abuse things), because such is hardly fair, hardly the right thing to do.
There needing to be other ways lest the future become hostage to the past,
We learning too late (having rushed) that on the side of folly our lot we’ve cast.

Stop hate speech and such folk will just get more frustrated and turn to other means,
Secret evil actions, having gone underground, thus working behind the scenes.
Best we see and hear them, not remove their pressure cooker valve, but keep an eye,
We knowing who and where they are, and jumping quickly when "maim" or "kill" they cry.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 3 July 2019.

"The greatest dangers to liberty lurk in insidious encroachment by men of zeal, well-meaning
but without understanding."
Louis Dembitz Brandeis (1856-1941)



24.  Fake Hate Speech

It seems that anything said that others disagree with is now deemed hate speech;
Or given how badly some are reacting, that’s effectively what they teach.
One hardly able to say anything these days without some sort of backlash,
Be that in the form of certain threats, or an unnecessary, childish clash.

Just as Christ condemned hollow traditions and certain cultural practices
That were hardly wholesome, and not in harmony with Heaven’s pure ways, nor His,
So should we condemn attacks on that same free speech that checks one-sidedness and
That provides an open forum where unwanted but needed truths can still stand.

However, that’s not what that roaring crowd is wanting, and why it is today
That everything’s seemingly hate speech, racist, sexist, and no shade of grey.
And hence that danger that’s wanting certain voices silenced as its judgement deems,
All why free speech, healthy debate and fair play are coming apart at the seams.

It seems no one wants to hear what doesn’t suit, hence their overreacting,
And many are too prissy about things, yet their angry calls for love attracting.
Yes, ironic, isn't it, they fighting fire with fire, fake hate speech oft their rage,
Because much that’s deemed hate speech, racist or sexist, isn't so, yet war they wage.

And many are Christians, but their God not like them, He permitting all to speak,
Thus the whole truth and nothing but the (unpopular) truth would not seek to tweak.
Oh yes, He a straight talker alright, yet falsely accused and put on trial too,
His voice silenced; that so-sure-they-were-right mob the forerunners of today’s crew.

And where will it stop? Their noose pulling tighter and tighter, ignorantly so,
’Cause when it comes to losing freedom and liberty, free speech is the first to go.
Little by little, that is, can’t say this, can’t say that, thus tolerance not learnt,
And how eventually the bridges of freedom and liberty are burnt.

Our right to speak means their right to speak, rights not being a one-sided affair,
And this why opposing voices should be heard despite not liking what some share.
This world’s hardly just for those who think and feel the same, but for everyone,
Otherwise we’re hardly upholders of human rights but our rights, wrongly won.

Political correctness but an enemy, man-hating feminists too,
The former small-mindedness, the latter throwing the baby out, as they do.
The “Me Too” movement taking things too far as well, but that’s how it is today,
Fake hate speech right up there with fake news, and why for the return of sense I pray.

If ones not said something supposedly racist, sexist, or somehow hate based,
It’s homophobic, and one's shouted down, penalized or publicly disgraced.
Thus accusations flying thick and fast, our words censored to the inch degree,
And they’re calling this skewed, medieval approach love — well, you could’ve fooled me.


By Lance Landall




25.  Love Speech

As you’d assume, love speech is the opposite to hate speech, it thoughtful and kind,
But never foolish, because when it comes to right and wrong, love has to remind.
And thus its tone changing at times, ’cause censure it must, and given how it cares,
Love knowing that the early introduction of discipline saves future tears.

Yes, love’s tone may change, but not its heart, full of encouragement and empathy,
Those words that uplift and inspire one, those words that convey patience and mercy.
Love responding to the users of hate speech with words that might soften and heal,
In fairness acknowledging the way that someone rightly or wrongly may feel.

No, love speech knows nothing of anything resembling hate speech, and why we see
Very carefully chosen replies, an assertiveness tied to dignity.
Love speech recognising insecurity and ignorance, and holding back,
Nought gained by fighting fire with fire, and how silly it is to overreact.

Love speech or hate speech, the choice is yours, your heart dictating which one you’ll choose,
Love speech not afraid to say what it thinks, but more lovingly conveys its views.
And needed words (no matter how they’re couched) won’t please some, but love speech wise and fair,
It pointing to a better way that’s practiced, and it more easy on the ear.

Yes, love only knows love speech, those words that promote love and never injury,
Those words that convey positive sentiments, and thus praise heard regularly.
Yes, love speech is helpful speech, speech that thinks before it says anything, and why
It’s only what’s good, right, wholesome and heavenly that it seeks to magnify.


By Lance Landall



26.  Let's Get Love Right!

Some think that love’s warm fuzzies, blind eyes, deaf ears and silent lips, when it’s much more,
It demanding truth, justice, right living, wisdom and adherence to sound law.
Yes, “Love knows no wrong,” the Good Word conveys, and thus must hold to some moral code,
One that points us in the right direction, lest we somehow take some foolish road.

And so, being angry about wrong doesn’t give us the right to act poorly,
Love forbidding such responses, because that’s simply acting as errantly.
Love standing up, speaking out, but not fighting fire with fire, behaving the same,
Much like those errant followers who wrongly persecute or kill in God’s name.

I once saw some graffiti which said, “Down with racism!” and right next to it
I felt like scribbling, “Down with graffiti!” they acting just like a hypocrite.
In other words, condemning wrong while committing wrong, but this oft how it goes,
Which a very flawed version of love declares; such like holy socks showing toes.

Love’s also often confused with going along with everyone else, when
Love gives all the right to agree or disagree, and hence our words or our pen.
Just so long as we’re not abusing others verbally or physically,
And I excluding straight talk here, ’cause love knows there’s a place for speaking clearly,

But never nastily.

Though racism’s WRONG, we can’t force folk not to be racist, except publicly,
Such still in their ignorant minds and hardened hearts, and that’s beyond you and me.
Yes, we can educate, but not force their mind, and their heart needs help that’s Divine,
A change that love oft brings about
any bullying here, just crossing the line.

There’s no such thing as a good dictator, a dictator a dictator, so
There’s only so far we can go, otherwise our own rights and freedoms we’ll blow.
Maybe not all at once, but incrementally, laws added to bit by bit,
Until there on a throne of our own making, another tyrant of sorts will sit.

Yes,

Love overlooks shortcomings, shuts its ears to evil surmisings, speaks no ill,
But it’s not silly, its eyes, ears and lips knowing when to look, listen or yell.
And love’s no tyrant either, but respectful of the rights of all, hence that line,
One that it will never cross, because there on the other side, sits a landmine.

Yes, there’s a lot of talk about loving and not hating these days, but you know,
There’s got to be understanding too, that meeting half way thing, so love can grow.
We trying to understand what we don’t understand about others, and then
We actually getting somewhere, not running around like a headless hen.

Though the heart should always rule, it errs where it isn’t connected to the brain,
So, we should mind those knee jerks to bad events, calls for this or that, lest ill reign.
Worryingly, it’s been a case of one law after another, and where to next?
Rushed laws and emotive laws just endangering, and the root cause still not fixed.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 6 April 2019.



27.  Those Calls For Love And Not Hate

Oh, the outrage over mass shootings, and then there’s those calls for love and not hate,
Yet something isn’t gelling here, because once some are back behind their own gate,
Out comes those violent movies and computer games, and that same hyped up state,
Which knows nothing of an inner peace, but how to kill well, and retaliate.

No, we can’t have it both ways, ’cause if killing’s wrong, then so is pretending to,
Such kind of laughing at that outrage, and why their calls for love don’t quite ring true.
And, by the way, why laws only prevent hate’s public face, ’cause within some hearts,
Hatred still resides, and it being there in those darkened chambers where it all starts.

If some moral code isn’t written on our conscience and sown in our heart,
Laws won’t mean anything, hence why the former’s more important, and where to start.
Yes, knee jerk laws oft more a threat, and as I said, hardly deal with the root cause,
Just its public face, and so it’ll be until hearts change, and here I want to pause,

Because what’s love? For surely we’re talking morals, principles and standards too,
Not just warm fuzzies, because love needs to know why certain things one shouldn’t do.
Enter that code I mentioned, laws not stopping many from still dong what’s wrong,
But a well reared conscience, and thus both the heart and mind singing the same sweet song.

We can outlaw hate speech, but hate will still exist, along with racism too,
Which is why (one way or another) they’ll still raise their ugly heads, ill say and do.
All why calls for love and not hate are merely cosmetic, including laws too,
And this why those once held values and well grounded beliefs we need to rescue.

By Lance Landall



28.  Pet Themes

“Ban hate speech!” they shout, or what they deem as hate speech, but excuse me rioting,
Drug driving, annoying my neighbours with my music, even graffiti-ing.
Oh, and excuse my foul language too, my own angry outbursts, or bad manners;
Which is why I’m kind of dubious about those protesters with their banners.

One could be forgiven for thinking it’s only hate speech that’s a problem, when
There’s so much else that’s not right that’s coming from those same riled women and men.
Seems we’ve pet themes these days, political correctness aiding and abetting,
When the truth is, that when it comes to all things, an example we should be setting.


By Lance Landall



29.  We Are One?

First that shooting of Muslims in New Zealand, then that cry, “We are one!” — but oh,
If only that was true, those loud voices clearly not mirroring all, and so,
Such folk really kidding themselves, racism and bigotry alive and ill,
That “We are one!” cry even angering some people further (whose hearts aren’t well).

Yes, it’s just another knee jerk, many not feeling that way, but anti still,
And more so where negatively affected; that street soon turned into a hell,
Some possibly less happy living there now given the future potential
(For more hits), thus things not that simple, concerns over any mosque or temple.

What I’m trying to say is:

Shouting “We are one!” hardly works, even if it draws the crowds — it like a lie,
Because hatred still exists out there, and resentment may well be running high;
Behind the scenes, perhaps, but there nevertheless, and how the object gets lost,
The teeth of racism and bigotry needing to be extracted, not flossed.

We're no doubt closer to that “We are one!” in our disgust of such killings, but
Not come that acceptance of another’s faith or culture, some doors firmly shut.
And love not something that we can force, but just encourage via our example,
Leaving room for others to grow, ’cause reality delivers problems still.

And so, we starting with the young, installing the sanctity of life in their hearts,
And with it, tolerance, ’cause some things may still grate, some folk using other charts,
Yes, their ways and beliefs differing from ours, even arousing the unwell
(Whose cruel acts stretch beyond their victims), and why “We are one!” is a might too shrill.

Yes, “We are one!” or “They are us!” sounds nice, but it actually rings hollow,
Far too much evidence to the contrary, one way or another, and so,
It’s possibly better to leave such slogans alone, and work on changing hearts,
Which one can never do by force or legislation; love the greatest of the arts.

We can err either way, it not about mobocracy but democracy,
Shouts and protests oft being a concern, despite the good or sincerity.
Care needed in all that we do, and fear a bad adviser, and why soon is seen
Another set of problems, or we returning to where we’ve already been.

Shouting “We are one!” is simply preaching to the converted, if you ask me,
A protesting that should be seen over any act against humanity.
It not about “We are one!” but “How dare you!”, Muslims not the only ones here,
But Christians targeted too, let alone the random cruelty everywhere.


By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to on 19 July 2019.




30.  Hang On A Minute!

“Homosexuals will burn in Hell,” he was declaring on his blog, and oh,
The nasty response from people accusing him of being nasty, and so,
Here I am, asking via pen and paper, “What makes them think they’re better than him?”
Their retaliatory rants making their chances of improving things very slim.

Yes, some think that they’re good people because they condemn racist words and acts, say,
But hang on a minute! If they’re so good, why have their own actions gone astray?
Their responses equally as nasty, or certainly lacking thought and care,
They either better or not, and clearly not, but just as crook in their own sphere.

Now, I don’t believe anyone will burn in some Hell ’cause of being born Gay,
And nor do I condone any kind of racist word or action, by the way.
But retaliatory nastiness isn’t right either, and exposes flaws,
Ones true character, state of maturity; and why over this, all should pause.

And by the way, Bible versions I’ve read talking ’bout same-sex sexual acts,
Not the homosexual, hence why certain Christians should make sure of their facts.
But all being entitled to their own opinions and beliefs, right or wrong,
And only the weak responding badly to any perceived wrong, not the strong.

And this not surprising, because according to the Cambridge dictionary,
Bigots are those who’re intolerant of the opinions of others, sadly.
Not those who simply express their opinions or beliefs, as most of us do,
Without any ill intention, and therefore, condemnation of such, hardly due.

Yes, hang on a minute, is right, ’cause there’re too many knee jerk reactions, and
Too many people who’re fighting fire with fire, leaving liberty’s post unmanned.
Thus free speech put just as much at risk by them as some accused of inciting,
And why it’s time to sit ’round the table and sensibly turn on the lighting.

But what do we see, some simply being punished for their opinion or belief,
Their so-called victim (or victims) having become their persecutor — good grief!
“You’ve really riled us, so we’ll slag you now,” their hypocritical actions shout,
They seemingly having no idea what free speech and liberty’s all about.

By Lance Landall


Parts of this poem were altered on 26 June 2019.

For another poem that relates to this one, and which I would strongly recommend, called
Regarding Israel Folau, see my orange box titled Time, secular section, poem list page.

For further enlightenment regarding Hell, see my poem Hell? No which can
be found on my Home page near the bottom.




31.  So, Mister Evolutionist

If some moral code isn’t written on our conscience and sown in our heart,
Laws won’t mean a thing, and we much like a sailor without a compass and chart.
So, Mister Evolutionist, what have you got to say for yourself, ’cause you
Don’t believe in God, and thus who or what tells you what you should or shouldn’t do?

In your world everything must be permissible, no God, no absolutes,
Civil laws just based on order, and you knowing no future, having no roots.
Oh, the hopelessness of hopelessness, ’cause what have you to offer each of us,
But a hollow, empty hypothesis, no hope giving Saviour like Jesus.

No wonder many take their lives when things get rough and tough, your theory aiding,
’Cause rather than looking up in faith and hope, just knee-deep in gloom they’re wading.
Yes, you’ve effectively monkeyed around with life, made it purposeless, sadly,
And because you scoff at a Creator, you’ve removed accountability.

No wonder many also take a selfish or lawless path, and murder too,
Nothing and no one to face at a later stage, they think, when justice is due.
Laws broken where they think they can get away with it, no moral brakes within,
Thus nothing to stop them, except fear of prison, and hence why I’m a Christian.

Yes,

I’d rather believe in something rather than nothing, like your empty hairy theory,
One that’s attacked Christianity viciously, assaulted humanity.
It offering and promising nothing, simply ensnaring millions of minds,
A devilish hoax, I believe, a foolish path that very crookedly winds.

And so, we spend billions searching space for what, when that money needs spending here,
Evolution leading us to one dead end after another, no one there.
Nor monkeys in a state of metamorphosis, just a theory that’s hard to kill,
One that simply gives many an excuse for any kind of evil and ill.

Hence the value of that moral code, stored in the mind and cherished in the heart,
Which, when a child has entered this sad world of hopelessness, is where one should start.
’Cause that moral code’s more important than any civil law, so too Jesus,
’Cause only He has offered anything that changes, guides and benefits us.

Embrace Darwin’s theory and you’re leaving your kids an awful legacy,
One that can’t make them noble and loving, and that may well lead to tragedy.
It’s not a Gospel of truth and promise, eye witness accounts, clear evidence,
But a purpose-robbing tale full of holes (like missing links) that’s fooled ever since.

The Bible says that death and bloodshed came about as a result of sin,
Hence why any form of evolution theory should be shunned by the Christian.
But such aside, Darwin’s racist theory that promotes eugenics should be trashed,
’Cause it’s just the ramblings of a deluded man who much hope and faith has dashed,

And whose cruel ramblings aided the actions of Hitler who millions of lives slashed.

By Lance Landall



This poem was added to 2 May 2019 and was tweaked on 18 October 2019.



32.  To David Attenborough

Dear David, I don’t doubt you’re a genuine man, but oh dear, what must God think,
All those years you’ve spent pushing evolution despite every missing link.
What a shame you hadn’t spent as much time on evidence to the contrary,
Thus showing a more balanced approach, and given there’s evidence aplenty.

Remember that global flood Scripture speaks of, water from above and below?
Well, there’s your Grand Canyon, massive fault lines, and those volcanoes that sometimes blow.
It nothing to do with evolution, but a violent event, and why
There’s all those fossils and that coal; and carbon dating often going awry.

Yes, so much attention has been given to that theory of evolution,
Yet, things hardly progressing, the ice melting, wild weather, all that pollution.
Even humans are degenerating, which has to be why Scripture declares
That as in the days of Noah, so it’ll be at Christ’s return; hearts full of fears.

Yes, it’s a very lawless, violent world now, like back then, and hence my pen,
‘Cause there’s been a huge deterioration in the lives of women and men.
Pornography rife, crime rampant, riots common, morals and principles gone,
Society obsessed with sexual antics—have you seen what’s going on?

Yes, plotters, dictators, abusers and users abounding, same as those ills,
Like super bugs, famines, extinctions, and the mass shooter who randomly kills.
But such aside, how can you attribute to evolution the complex design
That shouts there had to be a designer, no ones DNA the same as mine.

I wonder how you’ll feel, David, should you encounter God somewhere, sometime, who
As the creator of us, Earth and the universe, would hardly applaud you.
Pause for serious thought, isn’t it, given you’re the atheist’s poster boy,
Having championed Darwin’s theory, which belief in God can only but destroy.

Death and bloodshed only coming after sin, which means man must’ve been around,
Christ the second Adam who died to spare us, which in the trusted Word is found.
One having to exercise faith and trust, of course, but so much proof I have seen,
Both humans and Nature showing where only a designer’s hands could’ve been.

In six literal days (the Good Word says) God made the Heavens and Earth, and so
Millions or billions of years haven’t gone past, but around six thousand, you know.
This gauged with more accuracy than Darwin’s ramblings, and there’s that seven day week,
Scripture’s account its only explanation, and hence why further you should seek.

Think about it—we’re suspended in space, are rotating at the exact speed,
Are alone in our own universe, this planet providing every need.
Now what are the chances that this all happened by chance? Well, I’ll tell you, zero,
Hence why the Bible makes far more sense to me, the answers above, not below.

You seem concerned about this planet’s state, David, but tell me, why would that be
If we’ve just evolved out of some big bang, a freak occurrence, effectively?
There no point or purpose to our being here, so why should it matter, you see,
We destined to just live and die, there really no reason for humanity.

Hence why many couldn’t care less, and aren’t taking your concerns seriously,
Though I am, because you’ve removed the incentives that those people need, you see;
A sound reason for living, a hope filled future beyond, a God who made us,
We not having come from monkeys, but the caring, creative hands of Jesus.

In my mind, as much good you’ve done, as much ill you’ve done, although no doubt sincere,
Having been duped yourself by that hope depriving and riddled with holes theory.
A dog eat dog, survival of the fittest, not to mention racist teaching,
That you, David, via those documentaries, have effectively been preaching.

Yours sincerely,


By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 19 July 2019.



33.  Vitiligo Reveals The Lie

I saw a woman being interviewed on TV who had vitiligo,
And she was a Maori woman, dark brown in colour, and I thought, “There you go,”
Because the vitiligo had heavily affected her pigmentation,
Thus leaving her with white skin like mine, and giving one cause for contemplation.

But surely more so the racist person or Darwinian follower, who
Prejudice or some flawed theory have succumbed to, and thereby, have gone askew.
Life and all it entails not hinging on colour, but attitude and ones heart,
One building up rather than tearing down, unless we’re pulling racism apart.

Yes,

Bigotry too, we surely past that Ape stage, holding a more enlightened view,
Not that I believe we evolved, but were created with a human’s IQ.
Colour just a coating, but intelligence another thing, somewhat chosen,
We only as smart as we’re sensible, clever brains having thawed, not frozen.

There’s no God in such stilted thinking, but a darkness more born of a devil,
An inferior reasoning more on an evolutionary level.
It not having progressed, and belonging with fossils, those old dinosaur bones,
That sad mentality that rather than debate, just chooses to pick up stones.

Yes, vitiligo reveals the lie,

Racism and bigotry being mammoth creations, thinking that’s awry;
Oh, the historic foolishness and cruelty that ignorance is seen to buy.
Love knowing nothing of such ill; only that caveman with his club, clutch of hair,
Courtesy of Darwin and comic strips, not a Creator’s loving thought and flair.


By Lance Landall



34.  And So

“And so,” he said (having mentioned Doris, how she’d just passed away, joined the dead;
And her celebrity status and the shortness of life running through his head),
“It’s all cause for solemn thought, but what have we learnt, many wasting time instead,
And some giving up before they’ve barely started, thus they too joining the dead.

Life’s indeed an hour glass — a battery, if you like, and batteries don’t last,
Although their life span can be lengthened via maintenance, until spent, of the past.
Some too hard on their battery, others not using it enough, both erring,
Surgeons announcing the inevitable, or frantically busy curing.

She lived till ninety seven,” he said, “A goodly age for a human today,
Most dying earlier, that hour glass sooner or later getting its way.
Many treating life too lightly, little thought given to what’s beyond the grave,
A day of reckoning, say, that God who it’s said will either destroy or save.

I’m no Christian,” he said, “But forced to consider such, if you know what I mean,
One wanting more beyond or not, and would it be a joyful or scary scene.
That three score years and ten being a pretty poor deal, I reckon, and therefore,
Death really putting the boot in, or rewarding goodness via another door.

Doris Day didn’t want a funeral service, nor writing on her tombstone;
She possibly very humble, or just simply wanting to be left alone.
Stardom hardly where life’s at, Elvis sick of the limelight too, and then his end,
That shallow world left behind, but with death, are we facing a nightmare or friend?

And many deserving of a nightmare,” he snarled, “Given the ill that they’ve done,
A caring God hardly ignoring such, and isn’t a judge what they call God’s Son?
If He isn’t real, a lot will be getting away with murder, unfairly,
And His non-existence meaning anything’s permissible, if you ask me.

So, what’s kept this world together, I wonder? Though not so together these days.
Perhaps it’s Christianity, that morality that the Bible conveys.
If such is so, why are more folk spurning it, and more so if God does exist,
Because if He does, He surely wouldn’t be too happy, and thus what a risk.

I’m sure that most of us would like to think that there is in fact someone out there,
A Saviour, I guess, because the way everything’s going, we’re doomed, I fear.
And those trips to Mars and so on just a waste of time if we’re quarantined here,
Which makes sense of it all if we’re a fallen lot who’d contaminate their sphere.

And hey, why shouldn’t goodness be rewarded, and those evil doers dealt to?
And oh, many folk needing relief from misery, pain and oppression too.
Yes, we need rescuing alright, but repentance hardly in the mind of most,
Who, of their evils and rebellious, lawless exploits, are often seen to boast.

To be honest, what’s in the Bible seems the best that anyone’s come up with,
Darwin’s theory hardly helpful, and no doubt most of us still wanting to live,
Beyond the grave, that is — and things in the Bible proving true, I’ve heard folk say,
And why I guess we need to think about that path we take, lest it mightn’t pay.

People can be big stars,” he went on, “But death soon bringing and end to it all,
The grave being where everyone ends up, which only better health can stall.
And so,” he said, “Doris facing what’s behind that final certain, and me too,
Hence these thoughts I’ve shared, my end getting closer, though death can come out of the blue.

Better to act as if there is a God, I guess; and you and I incredible,
Amazingly designed, it would appear, this planet too, though now, far from well.
And many of us sensing something’s in the air, and could it be Christ’s return,
And hence those signs of the times that folk mention, which could well be cause for concern.”

I smiled as I interrupted him. “And so, what are you going to do
Given how you stated that in the meantime something could come out of the blue?”
“Yes,” he half mumbled, “It dogs us all, doesn’t it, we chewing things over still,
Or not at all, and if God does exist, I’d imagine He must want to yell.”

“Perhaps He has,” I replied, “And so…” but he wandered off, and I shook my head,
And a few weeks later discovered that he too (like Doris) had joined the dead.
“And so,” I said to myself, “Death having made that decision for him, probably,”
And I guess that’s always how it’s been (and will be) for most of humanity.


By Lance Landall



35.  In Defence Of God

Is it any wonder that God’s not understood, for the following is clear,
And that being, that most hardly know Him, nor His Word, and just go by what they hear.
Yes, they’ve never experienced Him personally, nor seen the proof He’s real,
That evidence that points to a Creator who again Himself will reveal.

Yes, that God of old who worked within the confines of a rebellious rabble, He
Ruling them directly, hence that ancient Jewish nation — a theocracy.
And such why the likes of an eye for an eye, and the death penalty back then,
 Stood at that time until Christ appeared and pointed out a better way to men.

In other words, that theocracy long gone, Christ having been spurned by His own,
They acting like those destroyed in the flood, their minds corrupt, their hearts more like stone.
And so it’ll be near Earth’s end, we’re told, and why God will once again have to act,
For when He’s spurned or rebelled against, it’s soon seen that every evil is backed.

Yes, one doesn’t have to be a Christian to know the Bible’s onto something
When it says, “As in the days of Noah, so it’ll be again-cum-every wrong thing.”
For look around you, friend, as humanity is growing sicker by the day,
Rather than improving as things always have when people have done things God’s way.

Hence why throughout history God’s had to make some tough decisions, otherwise
We wouldn’t have lasted this long, and why even His own He’s seen to chastise.
Oh, how so many of them act like those ancient Jews, or those before the flood,
And they, foolishly thinking that they will still be covered by their Saviour’s blood.

Well, they won’t be, for those who wish to be saved must take God’s will seriously,
And surely Christians can see this by just looking at biblical history.
First a worldwide flood, then the end of an old theocracy, and finally
Due to “As in the days of Noah,” another scene, apocalyptically.

Yes, its best folk get to know God, and well, He no ogre but a God of love,
Who warns us in order to spare us ill below and rightful wrath from above.
And surely we can see He knows what He’s talking about, for look at our tracks,
They embedded in evil, folly and failure, and if in doubt, look at the facts!

Facts that God has had to deal with, and for our own good, not that most see this though,
Many denying Him, knocking Him, or bending His Word to suit as they go.
And thus where not denied, He oft accused of this or that-cum-misunderstood,
Some even using His name-cum-authority to do things they never should.

Hence why I write in defence of God, my understanding having grown with time,
And why I can better see behind those things where there appears no rhythm or rhyme.
For there is an overall picture, certain things having to play out, and then,
God’s better ways will be proven so, and so too, all that foolishness of men.

Yes, God’s little understood, even by those who profess to know Him — Christians —
They oft more lost in what’s un-Heavenly, still indulging in favourite sins.
And hence those heresies that are presented as biblical truth, or those acts,
Be they private or corporate, that neither the Bible nor God himself backs.

By Lance Landall



If not impressed with Christians, Christianity or Christendom, see my page I Saw Beyond It All
which is on my poem list page, grey box, center and somewhat near the top of that page.
You might also wish to read my poem (found near the bottom of my Home page) titled: Hell? No





Christian poem.

36.  As For What's Done In God's Name

Most of Israel’s kings were bad (so much for them wanting a king), but you know,
God still allowing such kings to have their successes at times regarding some foe.
Not because He approved of their wrongful ways, but with the Israelites in mind,
They still His people at the time, and why even today, God’s mercy we find.

Yes, God is good, but not always those who rule, oppressing or leading astray,
Yet God still allowing them certain successes which we too might see today.
Such rulers even doing things in His name, perhaps, Iraqi an example,
Because we know that false talk of weapons of mass destruction led to great ill,

A war that should not have happened — oh, America, how you created a hell.

The truth is, God sometimes allows things for His ultimate purposes, and so
They not always meeting with His approval, but some end that in time will show.
And those errant rulers destined for destruction, be they Christians or not so,
Just like those errant rulers of Israel who God allowed to crush some foe.

And who are those people who tell some ruler he’s God’s appointed man? — oh dear —
False prophets and teachers abounding, we’re told, the evidence painfully clear.
Certain successes seeming to suggest God’s approval when such isn’t so,
Or not quite so, hence why we should mind what we read into things, nor some trumpet blow.

Ancient Israel was repeatedly plagued with foes, surrounded by them, and
With Israel being God’s chosen nation, it oft ridding them from the land,
’Till Israel became just as bad, and there within, apostasy was seen,
Yet it still prideful, ’till divorced by God; and who might well repeat such a scene?

Yes, patriotic fever, things said in God’s name, a Church and State look-alike,
Military forays, seeming successes, troops stationed in every land.
And God allowing it, but not ’cause it meets His full approval, but some end,
One that shows man’s folly, the truth of what Christ warned of, His coming ’round the bend.

Thus God’s allowances aren’t necessarily what He’s happy with at all,
And much done in His name knowing nothing of Him — in fact, nothing but a gall.
Ancient leaders often having led astray, and it’s no different today,
Men distorting the will and Word of God, or ignoring what He’s had to say.


Lance Landall


For further on this, see my page Apologetics which is on my poem list page,
secular section, purple box, left hand side.




37.  It's Good To Be On The Side Of Right

Oh yes, it’s good to be on the side of right, one’s conscience clear, heart beating soundly,
The world so full of scoundrels, evil monsters, those who yield or go weak at the knee.
Yes, men and women who succumb to the same wrong and folly of those fools of old,
Rather than standing firm, weathering the storm, courageous, tender-hearted yet bold.

Yes, most seemingly embracing the evils of the day, certain pied pipers too,
Who, as of old also, just lead astray via cunning, heresy or ballyhoo.
Thus this world moving further from truth and wholesomeness, love more like window-dressing,
Most plunging into a self-inflicted darkness, and as for sin, few confessing,

Unless they’re boasting, of course, and there’s plenty of that, immorality now rife,
Thus aside from charlatans, it’s porn, or the betraying of one’s husband or wife.
Selfishness and greed abundant, others wanting to rule the world, or make it suit
Either their religious, political, draconian or libertine wishes,

Never mind what fruit.

All why it’s good to be on the side of right, prepared lest a judge called Christ proves true,
Good fruit meeting His approval, but bad fruit His condemnation, and rightly too.
We what we choose to be, saints or sinners, lovers of, or foes of humanity,
Part of the problem or part of the solution, and how many choosing wisely?

Yes, the world’s getting worse, hence how liberty’s being exchanged for security,
When in fact liberty is the only security, but fear wed to folly.
Oh, how we bring things on ourselves by choosing or following, and then wonder why,
Having ignored and not learnt from the lessons of the past, or bought into a lie.

Thus heroes and the truly good becoming thinner on the ground when needed more,
The world in crisis, under threat, what’s better by far having been kicked out the door.
Yes, the consequences moving like a tsunami that’s making its way to shore,
But few responding to the warnings of an end that can only but come with a roar.

Hence why it’s good to be on the side of right, not that side that doesn't want to hear,
Because that’s a selfish path, a weaker way, where there isn’t the same love and care.
The right path always tougher, scoffers many, yet quick to blame when they come unstuck,
The truth of their reckless complicity and woeful lack of foresight having struck.


By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to on 19 August 2019.





Christian poem.

38.  The Good News About The End

Many fear God’s warning of the soon ending of this world, as if that’s bad news,
When the truth is, it’s actually good news for those who right (and not wrong) choose.
The end of this world (as we know it) ushering in an incredible one,
A renewed, unspoilt, perfect and joyous paradise — its king, Jesus the Son.

Yes, that same God who died on our behalf, who healed, pitied the poor and loved all,
A God full of compassion, long suffering and merciful, and hence His call.
He not wanting anyone to miss out, but it all coming down to ones choice,
We either ignoring or heeding the earnestness and urgency in His voice.

And thus the heeder having nothing to fear, but so much to look forward to,
Perfect health, boundless energy and never ending amazing things to do.
Yes, every day a great day, no more pain, no more tears and no more worries,
Peace and harmony reigning, selfishness gone, everyone seeking to please.

But not before this sad old world’s final days where things will get even worse, and
Where a world of a very different sort will be seen, just as Satan planned.
We having to hang in there until the battle between good and evil ends,
An end worth waiting for, living for, dying for, and that God who restores and mends.

Yes, everything beautiful and wholesome that one could dream about, desire,
Sin and evildoers gone, there no cruel (misinterpreted) eternal fire.
Just another Eden after a taste of Heaven, we all new Adams and Eves,
This promise the sure reward that’s given to the repentant one who believes.

And meantime, we’ve that same God to call on who deeply cares and wants to hurry,
But who’s delayed His return that more might be saved, one over whom we worry;
A brother, sister, father, mother, uncle, cousin or friend who could be lost,
And hence those prayers we utter, the loss of Paradise being too greater cost.

Oh yes, God knows our battles, but they’re only for three score years and ten, and then,
An eternity of happiness beyond what can be described via the pen.
And therefore, the end of this miserable world something to look forward to,
It all about the good news, not the bad news, but a broken world that’s made new.

Yes, despite this world being doomed, and we having messed up our lives, possibly,
There’s a new world to come, another chance at life, and successful we will be.
And if that’s not good news, I don’t know what is, ’cause you can’t get better, believe me,
A new world, new life and God promised guarantee that’ll last eternally.

Oh yes, that’s good news alright, the good news about the end — so share it, dear friend!

By Lance Landall





Christian poem.

39.  When Disbelief Or Doubt Fills Your Mind

When disbelief or doubt fills your mind and says, “There’s no Creator God on high,”
Just dwell on the wonder of humanity, Nature, those bright stars in the night sky,
And the fact that our planet’s always spinning, and the complexity of things,
How as regular as clockwork the sun sets and rises, and a new day springs.

Yes, everything clearly co-ordinated, and clearly designed that way,
It all too amazing to have just evolved, and why such notions are astray.
The seasons, creature migration, the sun and moon’s critical appointments too,
All having a purpose that ties in with the whole, just like all worthy things do.

Oh yes, those seeds that grow, the miracle of birth, marriages and family,
There being a reason to everything, even the disorder we see.
The latter fitting with an enemy of the Creator God (called Jesus),
Who will restore and renew this fallen planet after He has rescued us.

Things just couldn’t have happened by chance, there both good and evil in this world, and
A battle making sense of it, thus suffering easier to understand.
Life not just about us, but galaxies, other worlds unlike this fallen one,
All loving watched and reigned over by the same selfless, misunderstood Son.

Yes, most having exchanged Him for a hairy theory, and some supposed big bang,
On which their sad take on everything (and subsequent behaviour), they hang.
Yet the evidence of a designer, creator God clear for all to see,
And the activities of a devil too, who, was the cause of Calvary.

Christianity having an impressive pedigree, solid history,
But not so that godless, man-invented, hopeless, dog eat dog, callous theory;
Humanity and Nature’s incredibleness attributed to nothing,
Having come out of nothing (staggeringly), and why with sense it doesn’t ring.

So don’t sell yourself short by believing that you somehow came from a monkey,
Rather than being made in the image of a God who cares for you deeply.
One whom you look like, though sin having marred that representation (soon restored,
So long as you’re amongst the repentant ones who He has promised to reward).


By Lance Landall




40.  "It's Not The Gun's Fault," They Say

No, it’s not the gun’s fault, but hey, it’s still a gun, a cruel life taking machine,
So who would want one, love one, because even killing creatures is cruel and mean.
Creatures hardly objects, but lives, they having ears and eyes, feelings and mates too,
Thus one needing to be less sensitive in order to kill, artfully pursue.

Yes, there’s something horrible about that lying in wait (as murderers do),
That having a life in your sights, and finger on the trigger — it all askew.
But hunters aside, guns are a threat anywhere, a clear symbol of evil,
Their sole purpose being to kill — and the dark side effects, soldiers know so well,

Or at least those plagued with post traumatic stress disorder, having eyeballed hell.

Yes, every bullet fired having an intention, a very deadly one,
Which surely reflects on one’s character, for who would get pleasure from a gun?
An innocent, handsome creature grazing, the next minute shot through the heart, oh,
It’s little ones left distraught and fearful, and it’s the same with humans, you know.

And listen, Christian, Eden knew no weapons, nor death, so what is it with you,
Gun owner or hunter, hardly in line with that new life that Christ said pursue.
The Gospel all about love, returning to Eden, where creatures weren’t food nor prey,
And so it’ll be on the Earth made new, yet what do your actions shout today,

Man’s fall being your excuse, and Eden not your example, it’s sad to say.

No, it’s not the gun’s fault that people and creatures get shot, but a gun’s a gun,
Held, levelled and fired, that gaping hole and gushing blood not my idea of fun.
Such deaths hardening each shooter’s heart, taking a little more light from the world,
And so it’ll be ’till that love affair’s over, and guns no longer coldly held.

Yes, love’s not in the heart when a trigger’s pulled, but a toxic adrenalin,
A hateful or divided heart having won the toss, atheist or Christian.
Every factory and gun shop having blood on their hands, profiteering,
Each customer pridefully clutching their purchase, and over each kill, cheering.

But no wonder, the young learning early via those violent computer games,
That trash on TV that glories in such too, and wantonly kills and maims.
Bad enough that we’ve the angry and disturbed skulking within society,
Who all too often (midst plotting or a fit of rage) turn to such weaponry.

Guns can be a power thing, many folk having a cowboy mentality,
And far reaching bullets allowing people to be picked off so easily.
All why guns are more desired, and a windfall for snipers who wish to spray,
And so it’ll remain until sense sees guns pulled from circulation one day.


By Lance Landall


This poem was uploaded on 26 August 2019 and added to on the 27 August.


I would also encourage you to read the following poems:
1)  Guns, Knee Jerks And Legislation which can be found in an orange box titled Just Be There,
poem list page, secular section.
2) No Brakes, More Carnage and Soldier Boy and About That Sniper which can be found on my page
that's titled There's More To Be Said, poem list page, secular section, grey box.



This page is best read in conjunction with the "Purpose" page.