This World And Us

Last updated:
26 March 2021

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

Poetry With A Mission

As you can see,

My website, Poetry With A Mission, contains purpose based poetry,
Poems that care passionately about our planet and 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,
'Cause 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 soon see certain liberties gone,
And then freedom too, 'cause both will certainly go if they’re not protected,
All why subtle erosions and any foul play need to be detected.

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 and address, not tomorrow, but now, today.

Yes, sometimes we need to be stirred — that is, shaken out of our apathy,
Or perhaps we foolishly have our head in the sand, believe something falsely,
Maybe we're biased, prejudiced, have been somewhat programmed or wrongly fed,
Or are 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,
Kowtowing, capitulating, and thus 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're prepared to make a stand, and 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,
And which it will do if we're falsely lulled, have a closed mind or aren’t awake.

We may not like what others have to say, but hey, we should never stop them,
And all attempts to curb or halt freedom of expression strongly condemn.
'Cause 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've put together my poetry website Poetry With A Mission.
A website that contains both poetry and articles that soon reveal
An open, inquiring, receptive mind, or a closed one, some Achilles heel.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded on the 17 January 2021.

“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)

2.  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

3.  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

4.  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

5.  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





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

6.  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





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

7.  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

8.  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 so,
But least they tried, and bravery rare, for crosses come with every such hero.

By Lance Landall

9.  It's A Sad, Sad Situation

It’s a sad, sad situation when you express your opinion, and next thing,
Those who think you’re not very nice for saying such, respond badly. Ring! Ring!
Yes, they just not getting it, and having shot themselves in the foot, thus guilty too,
Ignoring your right to express your opinion with their added “How dare you!”

If it weren’t so disturbing, such would be great fodder for comedies, and is,
Audiences laughing at pots calling kettles black, that cheek of hers or his.
But accusers oft too thin skinned, unable to accept some truth, and therefore,
They shooting the messenger, those who’ve a good point, even when love’s at the core.

When they mistreat those who they think are wrong, even not nice, one thing’s very clear,
And that is, they’ve just made a fool of themselves, all why hypocrites shouldn’t dare.
Oh, the folly of condemning those who we think are wrong whilst doing wrong, and why
Those who foolishly do so should think twice before that knee-jerk “Foul!” that they cry.

Yes, hypocritical words and actions make a fool of the accuser, who
Should be what they think that other person isn’t, and thus not acting askew.
Their ground lost the moment that they point their finger, like those rioters we see,
Mouthing hate and setting fire to things whilst condemning police brutality.

Yes, the latter wrong, but not ill on their part, it seems, all why I shake my head,
And others downing some supposed ill whilst engaged in their own, in the same bed.
Their ill perhaps spam, say, dead phone calls, certain looks, a rant — the list goes on, and
Their response thus worse than the supposed offence, and all why more guilty they stand.

At the end of the day, all are entitled to their opinion, right or wrong,
So, if someone’s not inciting or threatening violence, why the loud song?
An opinion’s an opinion (hardly some law), and time oft proving such true,
And freedom of speech a safety valve giving others the same release as you.

Our response to an opposite opinion (indeed the person them self) reveals
Our true character and/or state of development — yes, those Achilles’ heels.
We too easily offended or bothered by things, and sometimes wrongly so,
Thus we the one with the issue, and that opposite opinion good to go.

By Lance Landall





"You may not like what someone says, but let them say it lest the cork in their bottle blows."
The poet, author

10.  The Real World

We live in the real world where it’s a balancing act, and this being why we see
Those who’re wanting hate speech banned, and those who reason such will impact on liberty.
Hate speech is a horrid thing, thus those calls for an end to it understandable,
But so too those calls for the protection of free speech, inroads but another ill.

Yes, there’s few perfect answers, and therefore, we sometimes having to live with some ill,
Not that I’m on about hate speech here, but simply using such as an example.
A law here coming at the expense of freedom of expression, which, I must say,
Many have paid a price to protect, and all why we have democracies today.

So many holler, “Love!”, and rightly so, but love won’t rule every heart and mind,
Hence why this world will never be an Eden, most being too selfishly inclined.
And so, we working with what we’ve got, idealism belonging with fantasy,
Because one thing’s for sure, we’re never going to get away from reality.

And therefore, we weighing up what’s more important in the scheme of things, and which means
Some will be happy and some won’t, and this all played out in those everyday scenes.
We hardly able to have it both ways, though midst it all, minding humanity,
The rights of all protected where it matters most — yes, ones freedom and liberty.

Losses here seldom coming in one big blow, but in incremental steps, and then
We discovering what we’ve exchanged, or allowed to be taken by evil men.
All why I ask, how many laws and losses does it take before this fact is realised?
A finger, an arm, and then a leg, having been gradually weakened and prised.

All why we need to mind what we holler for, weighing things carefully, lest by chance
We foolishly end up repeating history, when the object is to advance.
Though at the same time having realistic expectations, this world no movie scene,
But reality — and where the path we’re on, either a fool or wise one has been.

And dare we take that path where fools have been, many sincerely thinking they were right,
And even having thought that God was on their side, ’till the truth of things came to light.
Yes, we not able to rid the world of every ill, and this why we should mind,
Lest we end up with bigger monsters, too quickly having joyfully wined and dined.

By Lance Landall

"We should be eternally vigilant against attempts to check the expression of opinions that we loathe."
Oliver Wendall Holmes, Jr (1841-1935)

11.  There's A Worrying And Dangerous Trend

So many seem to be too frightened to say what they disagree with today,
Lest they get this or that backlash, so who’s bullying who, I’m compelled to say.
Such shutting down of someone’s opposite opinion and right to express it
Is a most worrying and dangerous trend, and hardly to our benefit.

Such simply favours the one side, clearly, those people who don’t want such said,
And thus even a majority being gagged, and a certain something fed.
Everyone nodding in order to avoid flak, backbone having decayed,
Given many don’t want to nod in agreement, but still joining that parade.

Yes, a minority oft having a majority by the throat, and so,
One howled down if disagreeing, and how freedom of expression’s seen to go.
Opposite views deemed everything from hate speech to whatever else, sadly,
One only allowed to say what’s wanted, and that’s dictatorship, if you ask me.

Once upon a time people believed in healthy debate, and all was okay,
But now opposite opinions/beliefs seem to be quickly labelled HATE, say.
Gay marriages a prime example, ’cause how dare you disagree with such, and
As for saying so publicly — well, mind that roar — and oh, how people soon brand

(Not that I’m making a statement here about Gay marriages, please understand).

Yes, all you were doing was expressing your own opinion, and, let me say,
Not treating them badly personally, though too many not seeing it that way.
We only to say what people like, which isn’t very grownup to me,
And how growth is stifled, and hence why challenging is very necessary.

But oh, how challengers are persecuted these days, bullies everywhere,
And shouting, “How dare you say that!” as if ones right to speak out is in their care.
Yes, they dictating what one can and can’t say, thereby stealing ones liberty,
And acting in a way that’s completely contrary to a democracy.

So who are they?

Well, whoever they be, they’re creators of a worrying and dangerous trend,
Thus one having cause to wonder where such behaviour will ultimately end.
Who wants a gagged society, ones mind and right to speak not meant to be policed,
And why from such imposed prisons and shackles everyone should be released.

It’s as if all are being forced (and moulded) into a one-size-fits-all view
Regarding this or that, past lessons forgotten, a coming future we’ll rue.
High profile voices (rich, famous or influential) bagging dissenters, who
Though right, maybe, something outside of the clamour aren’t allowed to say or do.

Once you could say exactly what you thought, folk agreeing or not, but not now,
All and sundry visited upon you, as if to their wishes one should bow.
Otherwise, your job or business at risk, hate mail coming your way, sad to say,
So much for them being in the right, because love simply doesn't act that way.

On one hand they condemn what they call hate, and on the other, act nastily,
Which effectively makes them hypocrites, because they’re also acting badly.
Yes, they’re supposedly all about stopping such, but that’s far from what we see,
They branding, maligning, mistreating and shunning those with whom they disagree,

Who have the right to hold an opposite view, even if very poor it be.

If someone believes that white people are superior to black people, say
(As stupid as that is), Iets respect their right to hold that view, hoping that one day
They’ll realise how wrong they were, having been helped to see in a loving way
(And providing public hate rants and violence had never come into play).

Laws and shouts simply push things underground, when the idea’s to help people see,
They more receptive when kindly shown — force creating more resistance, you see.
Some wrongly informed via Darwin’s racist, survival-of-the-fittest theory,
Which is responsible for many negative things within society.

And so, we’re going from “I am Charlie!” to something the opposite it seems,
Freedom of expression and civil-religious liberty the stuff of dreams.
Inroads into such coming as quick as a robber’s dog, ’cause stealing they are,
And it’s looking like most won’t wake up until all the nonsense has gone too far.

Such howlers want their views respected, but aren't respecting the views of others, who
Often show far more tolerance, fairness and love, like people once used to do.
We're all in different stages of growth, and force always the way of evil,
So when will people learn that it's more about education and example?

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 3 July 2020.

Darwin's theory of evolution has aided white supremacy (so-called white superiority), racism in general,
and eugenics. Note the following quote:
“At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate and replace throughout the world the savage races. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes,
as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break will then be rendered wider,
for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state as we may hope, than the Caucasian and some ape
as low as a baboon, instead of as at present between the negro or Australian and the gorilla.”
Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man





"If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear."
Eric Arthur Blair, pen name George Orwell (1903-1950)

12.  Don't Cave-in

Don’t cave-in to all the silly nonsense going down, removing this or that,
Just because some can’t handle freedom of expression (opposing cyber chat).
We’re all entitled to our opinions, be they intelligent or silly,
The road to growth and understanding seldom flat, but more bumpy and hilly.

It’s like everyone is running scared, can’t handle the backlash they might get,
Too quick to apologise for what they shouldn’t — popularity, I bet.
Yes, they don’t want to lose friends, fans or even customers, and how we all lose,
Debate an enemy now, and why self-preservation over truth most choose.

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.

"Freedom of expression is the matrix, the indispensable condition of nearly every other form of freedom."
Benjamin Cardozo (1870-1938)

13.  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.





"Hate speech is a horrid thing, but any inroad into freedom of expression is a perilous thing."
The poet, author

14.  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.

When we become hypersensitive (over-reactive), we start seeing slights (personal, racist, sexist or bigoted
comments or behaviour) in everything, everywhere; things that one would normally ignore (even not see)
given they’re so minor, a real stretch, or simply perceived as an ill.





"If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all."
Noam Chomsky (1928- )

15.  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 judgment 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

16.  Fake Bigotry

Knock someone’s religion or denomination and you’re a bigot, some say,
Because that’s the silly state of things today, commonsense having gone astray,
’Cause though we all have the right to our own beliefs, those beliefs could be askew,
Or at least somewhere, and that somewhere (if embraced), could well prove harmful to you,

Or to others, and hence why that error should be pointed out for all to see,
Lest not just you, but others embrace it, and so that those errant ones may see,
Those teaching such, who could clearly do with that knowledge too, and hence why we share,
’Cause in order for all to decide rightly, all the info needs to be out there.

Then there’s freedom of choice, this too why that info should be available,
Otherwise we’re shot, and as far as what’s right or not goes, hardly able to see,
’Cause much said and done in God’s name knows nothing of Him, ISIS one example,
But error’s error and best corrected; more so where two draw from the same well,

Like the Bible.

Yes, what many call knocking is but informing, a fair and right thing to do,
Helping both the holder of error and those who might embrace that same wrong too.
Yes, some drawing arguments from the same source, and why it’s important that we
Discover who is right, but how can we if deprived of that ability?

Truth’s only found where we’re free to pursue it, and the truth is oft critical,
It sparing many in the past, and might many in the future, from some ill.
Hence why we shouldn’t disparage knocking, ’cause it’s really not knocking at all,
But informing and correcting, lest via falsehood, anyone stumble or fall.

However, we knocking the error, not the person, conveying things fairly,
Not thoughtlessly, ’cause all have a right to their beliefs, same right to disagree.
It's not knocking but rubbishing that’s the problem, condemning ignorantly,
Or because of what others have said incorrectly — and there's found bigotry!

Or, ignoring and mistreating someone ’cause of their beliefs, as if they’ve no right,
Or mind and conscience of their own (and whereby, they too can choose darkness or light).
This world belonging to individuals, not groups, who’ve no right to enforce
Whatever it is that they think everyone else in the world should endorse.

Were we stopped from challenging another person’s beliefs (religion or church),
Such would simply aid error and falsehood, and into further darkness we’d lurch.
All why knocking is necessary, though some people do knock incorrectly,
But better that than banning the right to challenge, ’cause there would go liberty,

And then enter intolerance, which can be another name for bigotry.

Like with beauty, knocking’s in the eyes of the beholder, a good or bad thing,
And either used rightly or wrongly — and if rightly, positive results can bring.
Yes, someone realising their error or folly as a result, and hence why
When it comes to knocking (showing something up), folk should think before “Foul!” they cry.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to on 16 February 2020.

Muse:
When I can no longer challenge your beliefs, and you can no longer challenge mine,
Liberty has been assaulted, God offended, and those in power have crossed the line.
When we can no longer point out error, and a charlatan or tyrant expose,
Freedom has become a memory, man enslaved, and truth dismantled by its foes.

17.  Are You Just As Bad?

If someone said (for example) they didn’t approve of Gay marriages, or
Abortion, say, would you then not want anything to do with them anymore,
Thus displaying intolerance — or bigotry, ’cause of what you read of theirs
(Maybe), and choosing not to read the rest, though it fine, even worthy of cheers.

Yes, I’m simply asking, having taken two controversial things, and here
Wanting to know whether you condemn intolerance, yet intolerance share.
In other words, pointing the finger whilst acting the same, but in reverse, say,
Writing off the whole of someone’s garden when there’s good food there too — oh, dismay.

Such not making Earth any better, but just turning a pocket inside out,
It still the same pocket, and hence why I would mind that hypocritical shout.
Yes, that kind of pocket having a hole in it, not much use to anyone,
All being entitled to their view (or their belief), when all is said and done.

And that’s freedom, true freedom, or freedom of expression, say, it real or not,
We having or not having it, and if we haven’t, then what have we got?
Yes, a holed pocket, I’d say, we running to the tune of who, and I would say
A dictator of our choosing, everything to be done his or her way.

It’s one thing to be sympathetic to Gay people, say, and kind we should be
But quite another thing to be intolerant to those who’re anti them, sadly.
We all at different levels of growth and understanding, and free should be,
To hold the view or belief that we do, and that meaning, rightly or wrongly

(It not about those who're born Gay, but same-sex sexual acts, actually).

Yes, everyone’s on about love and tolerance today, but oh dear me,
Look at how many of them act just as badly midst condemning bigotry,
Or intolerance, and how they’ve jumped on a boat with a faulty rudder, and
The truth that it cuts both ways, seem to be extremely sluggish to understand.

Hence my question, are you just as bad, fighting fire with fire, thus a problem too,
Your tie done up, but your shirt hanging out, or could it be that it’s a dirty shoe?
Yes, you leaving a muddy footprint after telling someone to mop up, and
There, my friend, is duplicity, even a frame-up — yes, a very flawed stand.

By Lance Landall

18.  Why Pick On Fundamentalists?

Everyone’s entitled to their beliefs and the strict observance of them,
And if we truly believe in liberty, such people we shouldn’t condemn,
But only those who maim, torture and murder due to their beliefs, like ISIS,
Or who throw bricks, spit at, yell at, and anything else as bigoted as this.

And so, there no problem with fundamentalists, because they have their rights too,
And shouldn’t be confused with zealots, those who a bully boy type path pursue.
Fundamentalists not enforcers but upholders, who truly love and care,
And who what they believe (and in the best interests of others) want to share.

In every religion, denomination, there’re those who lose the plot, and
Act in ways that aren’t acceptable, and which the God of Heaven never planned.
He himself a fundamentalist, leaving no one in doubt as to His will,
But giving all the right to choose, some doing what’s best, and some turning to ill.

Far too many confuse Christianity with Christendom and heresy,
And oft ignorantly given that they’re uneducated biblically.
Some confusing God’s straight talking with harshness, His commands and boundaries too,
All designed to spare us ill, and others too, who’re affected by what we do.

Yes, God calls a spade a spade, points out the sad results of ignoring His will,
He knowing best, and His morals, principles and standards beneficial still.
But He not going around mistreating anyone, nor seeks to maim and kill,
Such but the work of a devil who somehow inspires men to do his will.

So why pick on fundamentalists, because that’s a form of bigotry too,
And just as intolerant, because all have a right to an opposite view.
We may not like it, nor believe it like them, but never should we cross that line,
One that even God won’t cross, His “come let us reason together” suiting fine.

Or would we rather become man-in-the-street dictators, tyrants of a type,
Just another braying mob that’s caught up on political correctness hype,
Another type of fundamentalist, our behaviour askew, who thereby
The foundation on which truth, justice and fairness are able to stand, kiss goodbye.

Yes, it’s not fundamentalists, but individuals who take things too far,
Or a deluded religious power block made up of those who also mar.
Just like those whose sad placards state things like, “Homosexuals will burn in Hell,”
Bringing shame on other fundamentalists who would never turn to such ill.

Yes, the Gospel message is straight, but not rude, nor cruel, and there’s a time and place,
But there’s always some individual or group who’s shamefully in ones face.
And as a result, all fundamentalists bagged, when ill comes from others too,
Who don’t have a religious bone in them, but just as errant a path pursue.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to 7 March 2020.

For other related poems see my page Apologetics, which can be found on my
page With God In Mind, Home page.
Or the Christian poems in the box titled Bigotry, poem list page, Christian section,
orange box, or my page Racism And Bigotry, Home page.

19.  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

20.  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


Also, and importantly so, see my poems:
Let's Get Love Right
How Love's Embarrassed
Stop! In The Name Of Love
and
I've Heard A Lot Of Talk About Love
which can be found on my Home page, purple box titled: Love, Thought And Care.

21.  Toes And Unity

It could be said (tongue in cheek), that one way to find out what someone’s really like
Is to upset them, they responding admirably, or shouting “On your bike!”
One treading on a religious toe, condemning wrong they still want to do,
And hence that intolerance shown, they firing off at you, even ditching you.

You having trod on some sacred cow, or challenged some error they’ve wrongly held,
And so, despite their calls for love and such, its war — you thinking, “What in the world?”
Funny, isn’t it, they loudly condemning intolerance and bigotry,
Yet slamming your opinion or belief, thus acting hypocritically

Some mistake unity for uniformity, thinking all should think the same,
Or do what the rest are doing, even condemning dissenters in God’s name.
The funny thing though, is that it’s where there’s disagreement and yet unity,
That the power of love, and their God, is more clearly seen, and felt more strongly.

In other words, Christians from different denominations all holding hands,
Full of love and warmth, yet leaving decisions in the individual’s hands.
They loved and treated like a loved one, despite not going along with the herd,
Keeping a different worship day, say, believing the others had erred.

So what would be the common goal here? The glory of God, that same love He shows,
Which God's Word says is how the new creature in Christ, and true disciple, one knows.
But where there’s the opposite — mistreatment! — one knowing there’s a devil at work,
’Cause where such love would be, bigotry, intolerance and hatred wouldn't lurk.

No, such love has hardly been where there’s persecution of any kind, and so
Those going on about love, yet persecuting, God and His Word wouldn't know,
Or certainly not as they should do,
Such ill belonging to Christendom, not Christianity, an ill they’ll rue,
In time, that is — and how “by their fruits you’ll know them,” their words and acts a clue.

Some toes are too soft, and unity’s too oft a mistaken word, I’m afraid,
And how the heralder of truth, or rightful challenger, has heavily paid.
But such is the cross they oft bear, fault not on their side, though one led to think so,
Going by accusers who a certain disregard for God and His Word show.

By Lance Landall


This poem was altered on 16 May 2020.

22.  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.

One wonders if the clamour is counterproductive, thus increasing the ill,
Because since the clamour, things haven’t got better, and why cruel things are heard still.
All those coming together being birds of a feather, the converted, say,
The racist, sexist, homophobic person still feeling and acting the same way.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 19 December 2019.

23.  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.

24.  That Much Debated Word: Immigration

I heard Donald Trump say, “God, family and country,” and I thought, “No, not so,
But rather: God, family and humanity,” which every Christian should know.
Thus it all about humanity, not ones country, humans first and foremost,
Patriotic fervour prone to certain ills, and oh, how some people like to boast.

Sure we must consider our country, compassion coupled with sense, ’cause we know,
Every country needs to be run responsibly, or down the tubes it’ll go.
And therefore, immigration a balancing act, no country made of money,
Even a country that through other eyes looks like a land of milk and honey.

And thus refugees and freedom seekers presenting a dilemma, which we,
Amidst acting prudently, should always see as our extended family.
Thus doing all we can, race and religion not stopping us, we all as one,
And from a Christian perspective, this the attitude wanted by Christ the Son.

But Darwinism isn’t helping here, survival of the fittest at play,
Life cheap, laws of small consequence, and where’s the source of accountability?
A devil more at home where a Creator’s less part and parcel of the scene,
And hence why greater vices, evils and problematic issues are soon seen.

This why I’m all for God, family and humanity, and less so country,
But that doesn’t mean that when it comes to immigration we should be silly.
Many countries struggling to cater for their own, thus a wave could sink their ship,
All why trickles create less problems, and why immigration needs a firm grip.

Waves can be intimidating, seen as a threat, and thus clashes more likely,
Growing hospital waiting lists quickly fuelling racism and bigotry,
And a housing and job shortage upping the rage, a pot that was sure to boil,
And which the kind efforts of sincere but ill-informed people was bound to foil.

And midst all this, existing racism and bigotry, hence the need for care,
Helping one thing, setting an explosive stage another, and then there is fear.
Yes, an attack on a mosque, say, one of the potentials, peace leaving ones shore,
Citizens facing what once they didn’t, hearts and minds not changed by any law.

Yes, racism and bigotry can’t be banned, because they exist in the heart
(And the mind), and hence why a lack of prudence here can see countries torn apart.
Enter reality, sense mixed with compassion, otherwise all one will see
Is, one problem exchanged for another, an even bigger one, possibly.

And so, even though I speak in terms of God, family and humanity
(Leaving out self-serving patriotic fervour many have for their country),
No country can afford to get carried away, displaying naivety,
But rather, should condemn the cause of waves, like wars, oppression and poverty.

The sad thing is, there’s much that could be done, and of which God would no doubt want done,
But things getting in the way of those solutions, nothing new under the sun.
Victims of war and starvation hardly half dead cats lying in the gutter,
Nor another squashed hedgehog glued to the road while we down our bread and butter.

Seeing them as any less than ourselves simply reduces our value too
(Survival of the fittest returning to mind, a theory that’s well askew),
Our personal preservation best served by the preservation of all, who,
Should be seen as precious individuals, and not like primates in a zoo.

But once again, laws only going so far, ill still lurking in hearts and minds,
Which isn't helped by knee jerk reactions, the foolish pulling down of blinds.
Certain concerns justified, the sad results of poor decisions clearly seen,
Having fuelled as much as helped, wisdom mixed with compassion missing from the scene.

The truth is, cultures can still clash despite our best efforts, and even more so
Where there’s too many too fast, or acts and demands that tread on a country’s toe.
Entrance a privilege, not a right, but all of us linked via humanity,
And hence why we need to mind that dehumanizing border mentality.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to 23 February 2020.

25.  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 page With God In Mind, Home page.





"Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing the freeness of speech."
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

26.  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

27.  Another Conspiracy Theory, They Say

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

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

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

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

By Lance Landall


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

28.  Seeing Things Where There Aren't Things

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

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

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

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

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

By Lance Landall





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29.  Give It A Rest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on the 5 November 2020.





The following poem was penned 9 August 2019.

30.  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





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31.  Capitol Hill

The non-believer doesn’t think in terms of a coming rescuer, Saviour,
But only in terms of the present, hence why we see much unwise behaviour.
Capitol Hill a prime example, though certain Christians amongst that horde too,
Who, due to getting God’s Word wrong, or not going by it, same wrong paths pursue.

Such showed just how easily democracy can be lost, but my concern here
Is more about people taking things into their own hands, ’cause well, most don’t fare.
Uprisings often resulting in greater oppression, and terrible loss,
And why even where people are mistreated, they need to mind what line they cross.

Every Christian should know that the answer isn’t here, but hey, that aside,
Many sold such earthly promises soon find such folk have actually lied.
And there’s always a devil behind faulty avenues, and oft greater pain,
Because fighting fire with fire is never the way, and just a hypocrite’s game.

God hardly wants His followers to storm Capitol Hill or any hill, and
Stated that His kingdom is not of this world, which many fail to understand.
Oppression only ending with His return, there no paradise beforehand,
All why undisturbed peace and harmony has never come from what man has planned.

And so, for the Christian, it’s all about hanging in there, and causing no grief,
No matter the circumstances or oppressor, lest they run aground on some reef.
Yes, Christians suffering in the meantime, maybe for their seventy odd years,
But what’s that compared to an eternity in Paradise where there’s no tears.

Yes, for me it’s all about faith, hope and promise, aware the answer’s not here,
Though still standing up and speaking out in the meantime, without favour or fear.
But hey, never crossing that line that led to that assault on Capitol Hill,
Because midst such wild hordes you don’t find Jesus, but a devil and man-made hell.

And thus many involved losing the very freedom they sought — yes, hello jail,
They having rushed their so-called oppressors, unlike Christ who accepted each nail,
And who also rebuked Peter for that severed ear, ’cause such isn’t God’s way,
And how from the God who has proven very real to many, such Christians stray.

Oh yes, that lot having made things worse for themselves, reaching for the devil’s tools,
And those tools being weaponry, angry threats, force and violence — oh, the fools.
And death visiting that same scene too, as it’s prone to, little gained in the end,
And hence how battles are lost before they’ve begun, and much worse often portend.

By Lance Landall





The following poem was penned 30 May 2020.
Regarding this poem: Cain and Able (going by the Bible ) were two sons of Adam and Eve,
one choosing right, one choosing wrong; and so it is with us.

"Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek."
Martin Luther King Jr (1929-1968)

32.  Regarding Those Rioters In Minneapolis

“I can’t breathe!” he cried, but that officer’s knee on his neck remained ’till he died,
Hence those Minneapolis riots, all that violence from the other side.
Buildings on fire, livelihoods up in smoke — yes, that mad fouling of ones own nest,
Innocent people badly impacted, love, thought, care and sense having gone west.

Their anger justified, but not that same sad knee-on-the-neck mentality,
They no better, just as violent, it both a black and white problem, you see.
All why we see reverse racist behaviour (like that of Robert Mugabe),
Bigger men far and few between these days, and why the world’s getting more scary.

Midst those calls for blood, they should also remember that officer’s family,
He deserving of punishment, but not them, now full of insecurity.
Their lives at risk thanks to him, and good officers bearing the brunt of it too,
But such is how it goes when the angry seek justice via ways just as askew.

Yes, it’s both a black and white problem, he wrong, they wrong, a Cain and Able thing,
We taking the right path in all things, or the wrong path (where sense we’re seen to fling).
I’m sure that you know the story, we followers of either Able or Cain,
Allowing enlightenment, or a dark ages, eye for an eye stance to reign.

Oh, how we’re obsessed with punishment, and punished he should be, but just mind here,
Because that officer’s life is ruined — and thus sleep robbing pain too, will share.
Well so I'd imagine, he having been charged with murder, his life a real mess,
Things following and haunting him wherever he goes now (though not far, I'd guess).

Yes, his life’s been turned upside down, and so to that town, one death not enough, no,
Those rioters acting like devils too, any high ground gone, so who’s the foe?
Not just him, but those who smash, grab and incinerate, they too children of Cain,
Crying foul while acting foul, inflicting their own sad brand of evil and pain.

We simply can’t have it both ways, ’cause being a Cain-and-Able mix won’t work,
Such nothing but a kind of schizophrenic state where ill is still seen to lurk.
Earth not able to be changed by such, but just via one, so lets act like Ables,
Not like Cains, who’re forever adding to the problem, still overturning tables.

Rioting’s a thuggish way to protest, it selfish, stupid and criminal,
And dare there be Christians among them, terrorist-like too, just aiding the ill,
Turning on officers that they may need one day (should ill befall them), but hey,
That’s madness for you, unbridled anger and not love and sense having the say.

There’s good and bad people in every organisation, thus ill there’ll be,
And so, we dealing with the Cains, and thus not acting indiscriminately.
Those buildings, owners and bosses having nothing to do with that black man’s neck,
But just that errant Cain-behaving officer whose world has become a wreck.

So why would rioters turn their world (and that of others) into a wreck too,
Destroying jobs, shops they might frequent, and disfiguring their nice hometown view?
Well, there’s only one explanation, that Cain-like streak that resides in them too,
And that always will until they become an Abel, and what’s right, choose to do.

Yes, it’s an old story, Cain ending up killing his brother (who right had done),
But that’s anger for you, where it leads, the mindless turning to a knife or gun.
All those rioters having killed that officer too, though in their heart, I mean,
Two wrongs not making a right — and thus their fingerprints too, all over the scene.

Though wrong’s been done, the police have a horrid job to do, and amidst it all
Adrenaline can kick in, distorting judgment, and why sometimes they appal.
Their workday stressful, they even feeling besieged (that sad them and us mindset),
Ill feeling towards them not always justified, and they human too, don’t forget.

When they’re dealing with certain groupings of people who’re the main source of trouble
(Understandably or not), an attitude can develop, aiding such ill.
This understandable too, though not a good thing, all why it takes much control,
Easily lost in the heat of things, and so to be fair, one taking in the whole.

Something that such rioters fail to do, and why I’m glad that they’re not the judge,
Otherwise we’d be seeing hangings again, a mindset difficult to budge.
Yes, ill on both sides, sadly, and progress most unlikely until there’s a change,
One that has to take place in the heart, though there’s things in the mind to rearrange.

Yes, rioters show no foresight, don’t think beyond their present situation,
They blinded by their backward, primitive response, a curse to any nation,
’Cause all that such does is fuel things, add trouble to trouble, and loudly proclaims
They’re no better, ’cause who is, who torches, destroys, and their town too, also shames?

They so like kids throwing a paddy, chucking this and that, stomping and yelling,
Lashing out at all and sundry, their protest and sad actions hardly gelling.
Their parents at fault (supposedly), so take this Mum or Dad, and who’s impressed,
And likewise when it comes to those riots, that hypocritical civil unrest,

That condemns wrong whilst doing wrong, and in the process, just fouls ones precious nest.

But hey, what an even bigger crime when Covid Nineteen is rampaging too,
Oh, the irresponsibleness of those rioters who such folly pursue.
Even those benign street protests aren’t wise at this time, so when will people learn,
And to those ways that are better and wiser (and more so at this time), return.

And who's laughing, America, relishing it all? Your enemies, sadly.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to on 1 June 2020.

"Christendom is not the same as Christianity, as the Danish theologian and philosopher Kierkegaard pointed out.
Christendom's violence was not Christian, for the simple reason that it was diametrically opposed to what Christ himself taught. People who engage in violent and cruel activities at any time, in Northern Ireland or the Balkans or anywhere else, while invoking the name of God, are certainly not obeying Christ when they do so, whatever they may say to the contrary. After all, the name "Christian" means a disciple or follower of Jesus Christ. Following Christ means obeying his commandments. And one of those commands was the explicit prohibition of the use of force to defend Christ or his message. That command has been very well known since it was issued at a point of high tension in the Gospel narrative, the arrest of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. Jesus taught his followers not to hate their enemies but to love them; and he acted accordingly when the armed crowd came with Judas to the Garden of Gethsemane to arrest him. In that historic encounter he specifically forbade his disciples to use violence. Jesus rebuked one of his disciples, Peter, who, untrained in swordsmanship, swung wildly with his sword and cut off the ear of the High Priest's servant, Malchus. "Put your sword back into its place," Jesus said, "for all who take the sword will perish by the sword" (Matt 26:52, ESV). He could not have made it more plain. To take the sword, gun, or bomb in Christ's name is to repudiate both Christ and his message. He will have none of it. Gunning for God, in the sense of taking a weapon into one's hands on God's behalf, is a contradiction of and an affront to the Christian message."
From the book "Gunning For God" by John C. Lennox.





"Distrust everyone in whom the impulse to punish is powerful."
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

33.  In Fairness To The Police

Those corrupt or racist officers aside, the police have a job to do,
Which includes bringing a stop to riots (that foolishly chosen avenue),
And no matter the grievance, ’cause riots impact badly on society,
Creating more financial outlay and debt, let alone more anxiety.

Buildings and vehicles torched, smashed windows, and businesses badly affected,
Enter lost jobs, lost profits, all why riots should be totally rejected.
No one ever thinking to go that far, everyone being hurt by such,
And some even physically given those weapons that rioters oft clutch.

And bearing the brunt of such mobs, someone’s much loved mum or dad within the Force,
Who’s simply doing their job, which includes keeping the rest of us safe, of course.
Rioters no respecter of law abiding citizens, nor what they own,
And seemingly relish endangering the police via bottle, brick or stone.

Corrupt or racist officers don’t wear signs, and hey, even if they did do,
It’s not for us to act like lynch mobs, and the skin of all officers pursue.
Such but the way of mindless thugs who leave behind a mess that hurts you and I,
Who, despite our own anger, the insanity of rioting do not buy.

It seems those rioters forget that they may have need of the police one day,
Should they be attacked, raped or burgled, or some violent street mob come their way.
And who might turn up? Those they spat at, fire bombed? Someone’s sibling, poor mum or dad,
Doing what they’ve a right to, and if we didn’t have such people, who’d be glad?

But rioters don’t care, all the more why even the army might be needed,
Because without the likes of these, there’d be hell on Earth, it must be conceded.
They there for a reason, a reason that we should never be the cause of, but
Fully supporting them, even applauding — yes, a case that’s open and shut.

Riots are a frightening thing, even for the police who’re thus keyed up too,
Adrenaline oft part and parcel of their job, given what they’ve got to do.
Thus even good officers making mistakes under pressure, hence that leeway,
That consideration that they should be shown, which we like to come our way.

Yes, how many of us would like to do their job, they risking their lives each day,
And riots taking them away from where they’re needed, which hardly’s seen to pay.
No, we all the worse off for such, and as if there’s not enough troubles already,
So lets not cause even more grief just because of those wrongs of that few we see.

Why’s there not the same outrage over those four policemen shot at? And here
We’re talking about lives too, and their upset families who distress share.
Their lives matter too, don’t they, ALL lives, so amidst all that solidarity,
Let us shout over any life taken or maimed, ’cause neither assault should be.

Many no doubt feel as angry over those riots, more so those who’re racist
(I’d imagine), and thus racism fuelled by such, a point that seems to be missed.
Two wrongs not making a right, but stoking the fire, all why more things occur, sadly,
Until sense prevails on both sides, and laws are respected as they should be.

But given who cops oft have to deal with, heavy-handedness is no surprise,
Sometimes an automatic response, I guess, hence those condemnatory cries.
All why we should put ourselves in their position, imagining how we’d feel,
Given those unobliging, even nasty characters, with whom they must deal.

And those entrenched bad attitudes perpetuated by errant parents whose
Lawless children (if not they) keep popping up all the time, or making the News.
The police having to put up with being called everything under the sun,
Certain groupings always coming to their attention, some with a knife or gun.

Thus that racist tag not always justified given familiar faces,
Too often the cause of criminal acts, and found in the usual places,
And thus a picture forming, it not racist but simply some reality,
The cops caught between a rock and a hard place, so who would want their job, sadly?

Yes, who’d want to be a policeman anymore, and why balance is called for,
Those howls of protest showing anything but balance, and ill wise, causing more.
Not all officers are brutes, nor racist, and many within the Force are black,
All there to do a job, and when mistreated too, must find it hard not to hit back.

Oh yes, officers are constantly abused, seriously provoked, and so
We minding here, it not an easy thing to live with being seen as some foe.
They effectively taking all that stress-cum-those tough incidents home with them,
And deserve a medal, I say, yet people only too happy to condemn.

Sure there’s bad officers (and they need dealing with), but why tar them all the same,
The police there for good reasons, and there’s many bad protestors one could name.
Yes, be they black or white, rioters endangering someone’s mum and dad, who
Joined the Force in order to faithfully serve, thinking of me, thinking of you.

This being how we’re able to sleep at night, and why we have no fear of them,
Unless we’re lawless, indulging in rioting, say, which we all should condemn.
George Floyd’s death hardly justification for such, but simply wise protesting,
Lest we display hypocrisy, and in wrongdoing, are also investing.

And those riots having nothing to do with democracy, but anarchy,
They not only lawless and violent, but dangerous to society.
My heart going out to those mums and dads, those siblings too, who, at great risk here,
Have to deal with such rampaging mobs, and their own brand of brutality bear.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 7 June 2020.
It should be borne in mind that regarding those four policemen who dealt with
George Floyd, one was white, one asian, one latino, and one African American.





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"When we hate those who hate us, our heart becomes a depository of hate, and thereby, we infected too."
The poet, author

34.  Punishing Is Our Hang-Up

Yes, punishing is our hang up, not God’s, who hates to punish, yet will one day,
Such but His strange work, His Word says, He never having wanted to go that way.
It starting with an angel, then with humans, who despite God’s grace, howl for blood,
So-called sweet revenge, and thus forgiveness rare, reaction roaring like a flood.

I was thinking of those policemen charged with George Floyd’s death, and so they should be,
They subject to the laws of the land too, as all are to God’s Law, and rightly.
But midst those howls for blood, lets pause, in case they have a wife and a family,
Who’ll be badly affected, and this dumping more ills on society.

Yes, it’s like one big merry-go-round, fix one problem, cause another, and yet
Many not happy until their howls for blood (or that eye for an eye) are met.
Prison hardly melting the criminal’s heart, but certainly amazing grace,
Undeserved yet freely given, I thinking of that Saviour who took man’s place.

Yes, punishing is our hang up, we obsessed with such, but not the God of love,
Who’s wanting us to respond in a way that is more in keeping with above.
No brooding over things there, no plotting, no raging, but compassion, mercy,
Another chance for the repentant, God feeling for fallen humanity.

So why aren’t we feeling for fallen humanity, those who make big mistakes,
And you know, just a bad day, and a whole lot of pressure is all that it takes.
Those policemen constantly dealing with really bad characters, and hence why
Heavy handedness oft figures, though one shouldn’t ignore some “I can’t breathe” cry.

When I was a boy, having saved up some money, I purchased a radio,
A brand new one, which I wanted to look after, ’cause it cost a lot, you know,
And thus I was most upset over how rough the shop assistant seemed, when she
Put new batteries in it, and I looking at careless scratches, possibly.

She having lost some sensitivity having handled lots of radios,
And I guess those officers too, used to being challenged, or copping sharp blows.
They having to use degrees of force at times with some not coming quietly,
And restraint lost in the heat of the moment, adrenalin pumping wildly,

All how a line is crossed.

Excess aside, and bad behaviour, officers no doubt tread a fine line, and,
As with those particular officers, act in some way that they’d never planned.
Thus it a tragedy all round, that black man dead, and their lives ruined, sadly,
Not that I’m condoning any racist and outright police brutality.

But God forgives all who’re genuinely repentant, and who turn from wrong, though
Due punishment must be faced (no secrets here), or up to Heaven one won’t go.
And so justice seen to be done, but do such officers get a fair trial,
Or a harsher punishment because of the howls, which surely God would rile.

He impartial, we’re told, not swayed by braying mobs, more so those who act as bad
(Despite that mercy that God would show to them, and of which they would be so glad).
No, God loving the sinner, just hating the sin, and who of us haven’t sinned?
And that telling question being why the ranks of accusers are quickly thinned.

We won’t know we’ve made it until we feel sorry for those officers as well,
One moment doing their job, and the next, facing what could rightly be called hell.
Yes, years in a cell, their innocent families suffering too, sad to say,
The roar of lawless rioters making sure that they’ll pay, or else, they say.

Though there’ll come a day when God will do His strange work (’cause punishment He hates),
Most want God to zap now — yes, they only too happy to have those heads on plates.
But God knows the anger in their hearts, such different to His wrath, true and fair,
’Cause every ill must end (and then, that gracious God will wipe away each tear).

Yes, those rioters want justice, but justice they'll have to face, one soon day,
If they've not repented and owned up to that building or car that they torched, say,
And done the time too, thus their shouts a tad too loud given their own evil crime,
Which if they haven't paid for now, they certainly will be paying for in time.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 1 July 2020.

Also see the article God, War And Violence which is found on my page:
The Evil Of Violence, Home page.

This poem was penned 8 June 2020.

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."
Martin Luther King Jr (1929-1968)

35.  Protester Culpability

When have we seen anything like Covid Nineteen, and all those lives lost, and yet,
Despite Covid Nineteen, all those protesters, who the madness of it don’t get.
Enter protester culpability if there’s more deaths (riots aside here),
Social distancing, sense and thoughtfulness lost to blind rage, as if they don’t care.

Yes, black lives matter, but so do other lives they’ve put at risk, thanks to their ill,
And how more blood (courtesy of their sweat and venomous droplets) could spill.
Yes, in the form of an aided pandemic, thus their day of reckoning due,
Come that spike that one can only hope won’t come, and that could cost them their life too.

By Lance Landall





The following poem relates to that black man who died due to an officer
pushing on his neck with his knee when he was down on the ground.

"To holler 'Love!' yet mistreat those who hate, is to declare our own guilt, which
makes a mockery of what we state."
The poet, author

36.  Marring The Memory Of George Floyd

Yes, people can have a legitimate grievance, but when it just festers away,
It can go from grievance to malice, and hence those shocking riots we see today.
And thereby some with that legitimate grievance just turning into criminals,
And how onto the innocent and enforcers of rightful law their poison spills,

And how they were seen marring the memory of George Floyd, which a sad story tells.

Yes, what a dreadful way to memorialise the tragic death of George Floyd, who
(If I’ve got things right here), such a foolish path wouldn’t have wanted them to pursue.
He clearly knowing such isn’t the way, and even if it did achieve some good end,
It wouldn’t be to any rioter’s credit, and just a flawed message would send.

And all that violence on TV not helping that rioting mentality,
Those computer games too, and those perpetuated feelings that are so anti.
The police having a job to do, like protecting the rest of us from nasty mobs,
All those who wreck havoc on society, and who some Molotov cocktail lobs.

No, George shouldn’t have died like that, that officer a criminal, well askew,
Just like those rioters — and oft amidst them, some with an agenda to pursue.
Yes, they oft within and behind such chaos, and all this why rioting’s folly,
The mindset of a fool, who here, the memory of George Floyd just blackens, sadly.

So protest do, but don’t riot, ’cause the whole world’s on your side, but for a number,
Who're ridiculously displaying as much intelligence as a cucumber.
George Floyd's a human too, and colour’s just colour, which the sensible person knows,
So shun those riots we see today that just animalistic behaviour shows.

It’s painfully clear that black Americans have been treated very badly,
We more than aware of that dark history of apatite and slavery.
And yes, there’s that police brutality of which not just they have suffered from,
That’s also been fuelling that justified anger ticking away like a bomb.

And there lies danger for both them and those who aren’t racist, hence that need of care,
Which is far easier said than done, I know, but very necessary here.
A bad built-up reaction exploding on all, and enter more injury,
And how much success, because have hearts changed? Which is what we really need to see.

By Lance Landall


This poem has been altered, added to, and its title changed (10 June 2020).





"An injustice committed against anyone is a threat to everyone."
Montesquieu (1689-1755)

37.  We Understand Your Anger

My dear black friend, we understand your anger, and certain changes should occur,
But rioting, threatening a revolution, and harsh words are where you err.
Martin Luther King Junior knew this, so please, keep that anger under control,
Lest you alienate some who’re sympathetic to your cause (that dreadful toll).

Yes, we feel your anger, even share your anger, but don’t go making things worse,
Otherwise you’ll leave the high ground behind you, as happens when wounds we nurse.
Enough damage has been done, enough blood has been spilt, every life counting,
And strong opposition to racism and police brutality is mounting.

Anger should be used constructively, not destructively; such plain sense to me,
Having long seen the results of the two — and personally, actually.
Many of us having felt angry over something in our life, felt the fire,
But only one path worth taking, anger mixed with hate just leading to what’s dire.

Racism, like bigotry, will always be with us, despite legislation,
And thus law and shouts only going so far in fixing the situation.
Just as Christians have borne up under persecution, so it has been with you,
And thus we applauding how you’ve borne your heavy cross, found that inner strength too,

So hold fast to that same spirit, retain your dignity, and the right thing do.

Yes, we’ve felt moved to cry “I can’t breathe,” and have known that silence too, sadly,
And hence that day that we look forward to when so much better off we will be.
The object being not to make the meantime worse for ourselves, and why I say:
Mind how you go, the best results always coming from choosing the better way.

One of your own kind was shot during the looting, yet black lives matter, you say,
He an officer trying to protect some shop, but in the rioter’s way.
So what does that say? Such not helping your case, anger often not making sense,
All why clear and objective heads are needed, mud not helping if on your fence.

Ranting at white people is spreading your own poison, and also sad to see,
Given how many have been supporting your protest, speaking out on TV.
Yes, we feel your anger, share your anger, but aren’t impressed with hypocrisy,
So yes, mind how you go, and we will be there, working for all humanity.

By Lance Landall

38.  I'll Say It 'Till Blue In The Face

We can introduce laws, force people to do (or not do) this or that, but hey,
We can’t change hearts, and thus minds will think as they do, only love able to sway.
But not all responding to love’s appeal (and evidence to the contrary),
Their hearts too stodgy, their minds long set, and all why they can’t or don’t want to see.

And so, people turning to laws rather than the root cause which needs surgery,
Aided by loving reasoning, gentle education, what they need to see,
And that being, a good example, along with tolerance, ’cause force won’t do,
They needing to come willingly (grabbing then by the throat the wrong avenue).

And so, though laws may come in, if the heart’s not changed, that ill will still lurk within,
Nothing having altered, it still found under one’s putting-on-a-false-front skin.
Laws not the answer, they simply satisfying the angry, who need to learn
That despite some law, and in many hearts, that thing that was outlawed will still burn.

And perhaps it’s racism, which, as I said, will continue to eat away,
Thus show it still will, though more deceptively (since some new law’s had its say).
All why some won’t get that job, or an invite, and why force isn’t worth its weight,
And why love is the only real answer to racism, bigotry and hate.

Laws oft create less freedom and liberty, and for what, some concealed ill thought?
All why that rush for laws, ones true best interest is less likely to support.
Time, money and effort better spent on bringing both sides together somehow,
Not on punishment, that ferocious demand for something to be done RIGHT NOW!

All why I’ll say it till blue in the face, laws can’t change hearts, and nor someone’s mind,
All why there’s still those criminal acts (heat of the moment or mentally signed).
It all stemming from the heart, and why hearts we need to be focusing on, and
What’s being allowed to fill precious minds, ’cause that’s where it starts (lets understand).

Yes, what’s taken in soon displays itself one way or another, and why is seen
Good or bad, right or wrong, a great or poor response, a helpful or destructive scene.
Love having the say, or those angry demands that fall down all the time, sadly,
Because the heart of the matter is our hearts, and there we are failing badly.

By Lance Landall





Christian content or degree.

"Serious wrongs aren't always planned, but of the foolish moment, and how
many become a criminal by chance."
The poet, author

39.  That Knee-On-The-Neck Man

Manasseh was the evilest king in the Bible — yes, wicked through and through,
But a man who finally found God and completely changed, as others have too.
And this being why we should pray for all evil men, that they may turn around,
And men like that knee-on-the-neck man, remembering we’re all on shaky ground.

In other words, hardly squeaky clean ourselves, all why saints don’t go to Heaven,
But repentant sinners (courtesy of God’s gift of grace) who have changed within.
Yes, there no saints on Earth, because every one of us is terribly flawed,
Thus that change within starting the process, perfection coming when safely moored.

And by that I mean, when in the arms of our returning Saviour (nearly here),
Who tells us to love our enemies like He loves them, thus showing thought and care.
God certainly hating the sin, but not the sinner, who He hopes will change, and,
So it is with that knee-on-the-neck man, and why revenge should never be planned.

No, we needing to forgive, or God won’t forgive us, and this being why we
Should always mind those howls for blood, which aren’t heavenly but horribly earthly.
God not wanting any strong desire to punish residing in our heart,
’Cause from His company, the one with such a spirit’s soon seen to depart.

You see, love and hate can’t dwell together, we not to be some Jekyll and Hyde,
Some good and bad mix, a smiley faced, sweet talking yet moody, hardhearted bride.
No bridegroom longing for that, and so it is with Christ, who judges by the heart,
How we treat our enemies, ’cause loving our own is easy, though where we start.

Loving hearts seek to rehabilitate and redeem, their pain left with Christ, who
Will bring all deeds into judgement — and that meaning, every secret thing too.
Thus punishment not our worry, but making sure that we’re right, that all is well,
And I meaning, within our heart, which our words and actions are sure to soon tell.

If Manasseh changed, then so can others, and that’s what we should pray for, and so
We praying for that knee-on-the-neck man, that one day his face with love will glow.
Thus good coming out of bad, prisons doing little to change hearts, but Jesus,
Who, whether we're a Manasseh or Daniel, not only loves, but wants to save us.

By Lance Landall


"But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"
(Matt 5:44, ESV).

"An evil act cannot be justified by reference to a good intention."
Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274)

40.  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

41.  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

42.  It All Seems Hypocritical To Me

We can rage over climate change, inequality, starvation and poverty,
Or whatever else we think we should, but it all seems hypocritical to me,
If on the other hand we’re treating anyone, anywhere, less than how we should be,
Like our father, mother, brother, sister, husband, wife, friend, with whom we disagree.

Yes, “Save our planet!” they shout, “Rid the world of landmines! Stop abusing women too!”
But oh, the selectiveness, given those contradictory things some say and do.
On one hand helping someone, or some cause, and on the other causing ill or pain,
Be it to someone they do or don't know, creating their own form of acid rain,

And thus the moral high ground cannot claim; we each being an Abel or a Cain.

If our life’s not in order, who are we to shout so, and if acting unkindly,
Abusing those who may not share our thoughts and feelings, thus displaying bigotry.
Yes, “Save the whales!” some shout, whilst stabbing a roast chicken, or neglecting their own pet,
It all seeming double-tongued, yet up go those tents, a new kind of order being set.

Yes, the world their way, given they think they’re so right, holes in some arguments glaring,
But there they are, standing for this right or that right, whilst at others coldly sneering.
Oh, are these the ones who’ll soon be ruling, banning this and banning that? — oh dear,
Freedom of expression and civil-religious liberty losing legs on their chair,

Thanks to the ill-thought-out and carried out, which such protestors are seeming to steer.

And all this while they riot, block roads, cause other people’s cash to go down the drain,
Their chants sounding just as caustic, they doing as much harm as any good they gain.
Yes, so sure they’re right, but even if they were, such hardly being the way to go,
Which tells in time, but always far too late, and how the seeds of their own fate they sow.

By Lance Landall





"There’s no greater hypocrisy than acting violently when protesting against the mistreatment of humanity."
The poet, author

43.  What Next?

The anger and riots tied in with the Black Lives Matter movement that we see,
And given that those who’re racist are getting even more stirred up, troubles me.
Fighting fire with fire just creates more flames, and going at things too hard also,
Riot after riot, march after march — it not everyone else, you know,

But just those errant police officers, yet the focus having gone astray,
And thus other heads popping up, white supremacists, those who’re looking with dismay.
Yes, their town wrecked, they feeling threatened, thus citizen against citizen, and
Where to next, it all such a mess, and might it all play into an unseen hand?

There’s nothing wrong with protesting, but it’s all gone well beyond such, sad to say,
The Black Lives Matter movement having made some bad calls, didn’t carefully weigh.
The anger understood, but such shouldn’t take the wheel, rather wisdom instead,
’Cause looking at the rush for guns now, how many more may be joining the dead?

Yes, both black and white.

“Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek,” Martin Luther King Junior said,
But it’s as if that’s been forgotten, and why other faces are angry red.
Yes, they feeling upset with you, and hence that wisdom found in those words once said,
Ground being lost as quick as it’s gained, certain supporters having up and fled.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 11 Septemver 2020.





"The first principle of a free society is an untrammeled flow of words in an open forum."
Adlai E. Stevenson (1900-1965)

44.  Footnote

Liberty and freedom are usually lost by sleepiness, lethargy,
Not enough voices, bad choices, and that failure to research and truly see.
The wrong people elected, even the right path rejected, and so it goes,
Like those riots that bring in stricter measures, those riots that contempt too, shows.

It’s who we place in power that matters, that demand for accountability,
Those copious checks and balances, and that eye for any skulduggery.
Oh, how too much power is given to some, and they not always fit, and how
Liberty and freedom are slowly chipped at, and how another nest we foul.

And as I mentioned, rioting aiding such, ’cause the Law has to respond, and
Rightly so, all rioters a threat to all and sundry in every land.
They but agents of a devil, dispensing their own form of justice, sadly,
Knowing no law, respecting no one and nothing, behaving just as badly.

And such riots as we have been seeing only hardening the racist mind,
And the authority's response too, hence why with soldiers the streets might be lined.
Rioters but a small segment of society, the rest having more sense,
Because condemning wrong whilst doing wrong puts a massive hole in ones defence.

And as for those statues that they’ve pulled down, here we see mob rule again, sadly,
They taking the law into their own hands, once again acting outrageously.
What next? Mount Rushmore, Darwin, statues of bad kings and queens — oh, where would it end,
And slavery once the norm, by the way, not that such I would ever defend.

Yes, down with statues of Roman emperors who fed Christians to the lions, and
Any other statue reminding of past brutality in any land.
And what about museums, they too having many sad reminders of past ill,
It not just slavery that’s wrong, and then there’s our own wrong, but please don’t tell.

Yes, we having created our own little images, statues, if you like,
They adorning Facebook, say, and those pictures shouting things as if they’ve a mike.
And what wrongdoing may lurk behind them, some rioter’s Molotov cocktail,
Brick, bottle or shared Covid Nineteen? And yet how on those streets they’re seen to wail.

If young people want true freedom, they need to learn to co-exist with people
Who’ve different opinions and beliefs, and be they good or bad ones, as well.
But we’re hardly teaching them this, speedily pandering to every howl,
And thus they becoming the weak generation, demanding this or that right now!

Yes, toleration’s not in their vocabulary, they playing into hands,
Hands that want things their way, like they do too, which inroads into liberty fans.
They going too far, still wet behind the ears, gagging never being the way,
Nor lawlessly attacking statues, but rebellion seeming to have the say.

Trying to get everyone to think and act the same is conformity
(Not unity), the ultimate expression of this found in dictators, see.
We’re meant to be unique individuals, not pressured to be like some other,
But accepted in our differences, and yet, still loving one another.

Toleration's only learnt by the presence of what anoys and iritates,
And thus others learning to tolerate us when something we say irritates.
Greater danger lying in restricting free speech than in permitting its abuse,
And why we need to watch lest via shutting some things down we just cook our own goose.

By Lance Landall


This poem was added to on 8 July 2020.

Will the statue of John Newton be next, one wonders? Newton was a former slave trader who
became a Christian (turning away from slave trading) and wrote the hymn Amazing Grace.

Darwin's theory of evolution has aided white supremacy (so-called white superiority), racism in general,
and eugenics. Note the following quote:
“At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate and replace throughout the world the savage races. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes,
as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break will then be rendered wider,
for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state as we may hope, than the Caucasian and some ape
as low as a baboon, instead of as at present between the negro or Australian and the gorilla.”
Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man

"Frequent marijuana use leads to more tissue destruction and long-term impairment of
our highest intellectual functions than almost any other drug of abuse."
Robert Gilkeson, former director Brain Research Centre, California

47.  Unreservedly Anti Drugs

Yes, I’m unreservedly anti drugs, they but a plague upon society,
Partakers and those drugged drivers putting at risk every family.
Addiction tied in with robberies, muggings, craziness and monetary loss,
The latter hitting taxpayers too, and why it’s time to peel away the gloss,

Not that drugs ever had some redeeming feature, and they hardly candyfloss,

But weighty, evil, greedy men behind their distribution — blood on their hands —
Thus my prayer being that both divine and earthly agencies will crush their plans.
The residue of those drugs still affecting well after, and oft for the worse,
Bus drivers, couriers, mechanics, machine operators, say, under their curse,

And not just them, but the children of partakers subjected to that same smoke,
And who in that smelly destructiveness are inevitably seen to soak.
And not just they, but pets, all dwelling in that same home, or victims in a car
Speeding or crossing the centre line, once driven by those who’d left some bar.

And drugs being the most brainless way to get a high, 'cause they damage the brain,
Ones very control centre, that which makes us who we are; and money down the drain,
Money that could’ve bought so much, achieved so much, yet often exchanged for debt,
Worsening health and finally rehab, that oh so common painful regret.

Yes, you see the patheticness of it, what it’s done to them, 'cause harm it does,
Proponents away with the fairies, the cost, pain and damage not worth the buzz.
Society awash with troubles now, and more are being dumbed down each day,
Their facilities subtly and gradually compromised, revealing decay.

So, if you wanted to destroy society, make minds much more pliable,
Easier to manipulate (given their weakened state), drugs would fit the bill,
They saturating town and city, every echelon of society,
And this all why the complete removal of drugs should be a priority.

The truth is, when they're taken, you've given them permission to play with your head,
Your control partially or totally surrendered, and surely enough said.
After all, should some doctor seek to medicate people so, complaints there’d be,
Patients shouting that their brain was being messed up, and I’d have to agree.

Anything that plays with our head isn’t harmless, and this why computers fail,
Bugs, viruses, cookies (call them what you will) acting on a one-to-ten scale.
In other words, no drug does nothing, and cumulative partaking far more,
Until somewhere on that scale of one-to-ten, trouble is knocking on the door.

Yes, we’ve seen the damage, chaos and cost, the hole in the lie that drugs are fine,
Their intention being nothing but to alter ones state, certainly not mine.
Oh, the folly of it, drug lords and pushers laughing all the way to the bank,
But not hospitals and social workers who those destroyers of lives won’t thank.

Oh yes, there’s big money to be made out of drugs, ones dependence, misery,
Hence the overwhelming supply that keeps the police and customs so busy.
They seemingly fighting a losing battle, some in high places behind such,
They pulling the strings of their puppets, all those for whom drugs have become a crutch.

All why I’m unreservedly anti drugs, and more than prepared to say so,
They one of the causes of longer hospital waiting lists and deaths, you know.
Yes, drugs maiming and murdering, destroying mentally and physically,
And the way things are going (if something’s not done), it’ll be goodbye humanity.

By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked and added to on the 8 October 2020.
More on drugs can be found on my page There's More To Be Said, secular section,
poem list page, grey box.

48.  Mind-blowing

Your brain is you, wreck it and you’re done, or seriously nobbled, a burden,
Other folk having to attend to you, and it costly, perhaps a coffin.
You draining and hindering medical facilities, and taking up beds,
And it all unnecessary, thoughtless, because drugs simply mess with heads.

Yes, the evidence clear and overwhelming, and the brain extremely fragile,
But drug takers determined regardless, addicted, or simply in denial.
And hence their smack, candy, magic mushrooms, bennies, wacky backy or benzene,
Slang for cocaine, marijuana, opiates, hallucinogens, inhalants,
Amphetamines.

Oh, the craziness of it, self-destruction drip-fed, “Take this!” society,
Because it sure wrecks havoc, and oh, how those callous suppliers make money.
And who knows who’s on something, and that’s a very scary thing, a loaded gun,
And why anybody with so much as a lick of sense such poison will shun.

By Lance Landall

49.  Porn, Lucifer, And You and I

"TV is the single most significant factor contributing to violence in America."
Ted Turner, founder of the Cable News Network.

50.  Hollywood, You've Blood On Your Hands

In my opinion, Hollywood should be on trial for crimes against humanity,
Given the mind and heart destroying menu that it’s been feeding society.
Every actor just as guilty as those behind Hollywood and all its ill,
Given that what they act out has less to do with Heaven and more to do with Hell.

Yet where are the protestors? Well, I’ll tell you. They’re sitting in front of that same screen,
Where every vice under the sun is acted out, disturbing scene after scene.
Those actors feigning evil, cruelty, violence, lawlessness, or what’s plain porny,
And crying, raging, conniving, stalking, bashing, smashing — and yes, acting horny.

And to think they have fans when they’re more deserving of censure, it all to their shame,
And more so given how they’re poisoning younger minds too, it all far from a game.
“Hey, it’s just pretence,” you say, and I say, “No, it’s more a lie, ’cause it isn’t true,”
But almost believed, and certainly influencing, ’cause monkey see, monkey do.

Yes, every moral, principle, standard and value trashed, but who’s waking up,
’Cause what young parents are feeding on, their kids will soon gorge on — oh, how full that cup.
Hollywood not having any scruples here, nor those actors right up to their neck,
And as far as those go who’re appalled like me, it seems to be a case of, “What the heck.”

Yes, it’s that kind of world now, “It’s your problem,” but no, its our problem, a big one,
Hollywood pumping out heroes that have an obsession with their fist or their gun.
Kids copying such in order to achieve same “means justifies the end” folly,
And the world in general becoming more violent given what’s on TV.

The truth is, we become what we take in, and what we indulge in — yes, nightly so
(Or at any other time), most glued to that ever increasing corruptive flow.
And oddly, women who condemn violence and sexual assaults, watching too,
When they should know they can’t have it both ways, ’cause what many view, they’re seen to do.

There’s no question movies and TV are educating younger minds, and badly,
Those home screens having become shrines to Hollywood, all that is ill and ungodly.
All why I say, “Hollywood, you've blood on your hands,” and them — yes, those actors who feign,
Their profession a despicable one, it all to our loss, and all to their gain.

However, they not having it all their own way, despite the stardom and their fans,
’Cause acting’s known to cause illness, some ending up in some psychiatrist’s hands.
No, we’re not meant to be anyone but our self, all why those who act otherwise
Can find it’s messing with their head (and who they really are), ’cause something inside dies.

The truth is, Hollywood’s a cesspool, a hotbed of corruption where money rules,
It a devil’s palace-cum-playground funded by captivated, adoring fools.
And actors hardly stars (though fallen ones, maybe), their lives wasted dispensing ill,
And this world no better for them, their pretence just making us all the more unwell.

Yes, we hardly needing Hollywood’s encouragement, but it’s sure playing its part,
Cunningly mixing good with evil in order to thereby gain entrance to ones heart.
It having no respect for the Bible either, twisting it to suit and mislead,
But like jackals around some carcass, it seems everyone’s in for a good feed.

However, just like those actors who’re messing with their head, we’re messing with ours too,
And not just our head, but our heart, that poison seeping through veins, flesh, bone and sinew,
’Cause what we take in becomes us, there not two parts to our being, and how we die,
And thus it not just about any injurious (health defeating) food we buy.

Some are fastidious ’bout what they eat, but not about what they watch, foolishly,
The mind and body being one, thus our decisions should take in the whole, wisely.
Well bodies and unwell minds, or well minds and unwell bodies, simply don’t gel,
We who and what we are in every way, and all of which is soon sure to tell.

Some might say it really hasn’t got anything to do with Christianity,
But true or false, we’ve only two choices over what kind of society.
One choice bringing wellbeing, what’s brighter and healthier, the other bringing ill,
The latter trouncing what’s nobler, better and wiser, exchanging Heaven for Hell.

Surely you’ve noticed how movies have got darker, sicker, bolder and raunchier,
Married actors (whose real spouse is at home) in bed with, and all over, him or her.
Such hardly right, though when it comes to Hollywood, hardly anything’s right, and why
The whole theatrical carryon (artificial and insincere), we shouldn’t buy.

By Lance Landall


“I’m trying to undermine the basis of Christian beliefs.”
Philip Pullmann (children’s book writer whose books have become Hollywood movies such
as “The Golden Compass”), The Washington Post, 19 February 2001.

See my poem A Despicable Profession, which is found on my page: There's More To Be Said,
grey box, secular section, poem list page.

51.  That's Hollywood For You

Whether it be The Passion Of The Christ or Noah, one thing is very clear:
Hollywood isn’t concerned about accuracy, and has no shame or fear.
Hence those scenes so oft at variance with the Bible-cum-Christianity,
And which has many giving room to nonsense, error, fiction and fantasy.

And this, courtesy of actors lauded for their portrayal of evil and ill,
Sinister characters and lawless comic book heroes that smash, biff and kill.
And the latter conveying that the end justifies the means-cum-weaponry,
And why we see kids mimicking the same distorted justice, brutality.

No, it’s not just Hollywood that has blood on its hands, and those actors we see,
But also those irresponsible parents, who here, seem as blind as can be.
And sadly, many of them Christians whose love affair with Hollywood offends
The God who calls them to denounce such rubbish, errant means and unholy blends.

But yes, that’s Hollywood for you, it hell-bent on messing up society,
It causing confusion, stirring the loins, glorifying crime and anarchy;
Not to mention its obsession with calamity, death, gore, debauchery,
Crudity, vice and idiocy-cum-anything that’s an effrontery!

Folk may point to so-called good movies, but they’re like peas in a poisonous soup,
And as for those trashy movies — the bulk — they're like foxes in a chicken coup.
Oh, the power of Hollywood, it moulding and shaping injuriously,
And seemingly determined to make a mockery of Christianity.

By Lance Landall


“Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars
for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.”
Marilyn Munroe





Christian content or degree.

52.  It's That Noah Senario All Over Again

“Cloud developing, then rain,” it oft goes, until sun’s seen again, that rainbow,
And why oft the bad news with the good news we responsibly let others know.
Some choosing to bury their head, the truth and tough things not always nice to face,
But joy, peace or success is oft only found on reaching that hard-to-get-place.

And so, we experiencing forty days and nights of rain, that in-between,
Until safe ground (one year later too, so to speak, and via faith and hope) is seen.
And certainly so given what we’re looking at come our present world, sadly,
And where faith and hope applies in all its fullness given the reality.

Yes, it’s that Noah scenario all over again, Earth beset by ill.
In other words, things are getting just as bad as in Noah’s day, hence that chill.
And so, once again too, there’s another warning message, but an End-time one,
Yes, the final one, love having borne long — and shortly, the coming of the Son.

The account of Noah and a global flood is no mere tale, and why is seen
Mounting evidence that backs up what clearly would’ve been a nightmarish scene.
No one believing that what Noah had said would come true, until those spits came,
Beginning with a little not-seen-before cloud, and shortly it’ll be the same.

And there Christ will be, that cloud of angels surrounding Him growing bigger, and
Just like in Noah’s day, catching by surprise, though Christ’s feet not touching some land.
No, the Earth too defiled, utterly corrupt by then, as in Noah’s day,
Christ only saving the repentant, a remnant, who upward will make their way.

Yes, just a few entered Noah’s ark, the rest of the world doomed via unbelief,
And one barely able to imagine the eventual gut wrenching grief.
Rain like there’s never been since — oh, that scramble for higher ground, and pointlessly,
Everything soon buried by water, but an ark floating protectively.

Yes, as it was in Noah’s day, so it’ll be at Christ’s return, the Bible states,
But though this world’s rapidly worsening, the loving, merciful Son still waits,
Not wanting any to perish, we’re told, but perish most will, and that choice theirs,
’Cause ample time and warning has been given, most about to face their worst fears.

But fear no one needs to, if having repented, accepted Christ and His will,
Thus turning from wrong and evil, so that within, the Holy Spirit can dwell.
We all in need of that transforming power, unable to change ourselves, thus
It all about grace — and thus in every which-a-way, the work of Jesus,

Who, by the way, chose to spare fallen humanity via that ark He provided,
But once again, the will of God and the will of man soon having collided.
And here Christ is again, warning, pleading, when He doesn’t have to — wow, what love!
Created beings having turned on Him, shock on the faces of those above.

All why it must end, Satan’s ultimate plan almost completed, then the End,
Christ having been proven correct, and in great glory and power will descend.
He taking the repentant (dead or alive) back to those mansions in Heaven,
Which He said He’s preparing, the wicked no longer, nor death, heartache and sin.

A renewed Earth following, hence that city above that descends later on,
Christ living on the renewed Earth with the saints, every sign of evil gone.
Eden restored, we starting over again, living happily ever after,
Earth filled with nothing but praise for the Lamb, untold joy and heavenly laughter.

All why I’d suggest you get on that ark called Jesus Christ, and right now, dear friend,
’Cause many on arising from slumber have met with an unexpected end.
And they having indulged in the opposite to their best interests Heaven wise,
And having exchanged the God of love and truth for a devil who hates and lies.

Yes, it wasn’t Satan who died on a cross on our behalf, but Jesus Christ,
Who, let me remind, and via that great risk He took, with His own best interests diced,
’Cause had He failed, both He and humanity would’ve been doomed — wow, what love!
Yet, many choosing the hell of Earth instead, more horror on faces above.

And so, the repentant not looking for an end but a new beginning, yes!
A sunrise, not a sunset, a new creation, not destruction, joy not distress.
And joy they’ll have, Christ the centre of their lives, not a devil who beguiles,
The difference between them being measured in an eternity of miles.

“Come out of her, My people,” Christ says — yes, many Christians where they shouldn't be.
In other words, caught up in what’ll destroy them too, hence that, “Depart from Me!”
All why Christians are told that they can’t serve two masters, and Jesus jealous too,
A Bridegroom who rightfully has no time for adultery, be it with who.

And hence that close and deep relationship He wants us to have with Him each day,
’Cause the closer we get and are to Him, the less we’ll ever want to stray,
’Cause once having truly known Him, no one and nothing else will satisfy,
’Cause there is no greater lover (whose love is only seen to intensify).

You know, that very delay (of His return) that many condemn Jesus for
(Which gives more time for more to repent), is the very thing they should thank Him for.
Yes, a love that bears long, 'till that final day, all bad things coming to an end,
And why that final warning message, the God of love and truth has sought to send.

By Lance Landall


Once the door of the ark was shut, nothing happened for seven days,
thus the scoffing louder, until....and then it was too late.

“ ‘Just as it was in the days of Noah, so also will it be in the days of the Son of Man [the state of the world at the
time of Christ’s appearing]…’ ” (Luke 17:26, NIV) — “Then the LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great
on the earth [pre–Flood], and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. Now the earth was corrupt in the sight of God, and the earth was filled with violence [hence the worldwide flood that God
previously sent]” (Gen 6:5,11, NASB).

" 'But on the day that Lot went out from Sodom it rained fire and sulfur from heaven and destroyed them all
[the living wicked]. It will be JUST THE SAME on the day that the Son of man is revealed [returns to Earth]"
(Luke 17:29,30, NASB).

“ ‘And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars...for nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the begining of sorrows’ ”
(Matt 24:6-8, NKJV).

For more signs of Christ's soon return, see my page I Saw Beyond It All, which can be seen
on my page With God In Mind.

"The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise [to return], as some understand slowness. Instead He is patient
with you [has been delaying things], not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance
[and come to their senses]" (2 Peter 3:9, NIV).