Racism And Bigotry

 

Introduction


Racism, bigotry (bias, prejudice)
and including poverty (charity, welfare).

The poems on POVERTY begin with poem number 31 and end with a POWERPOINT presentation.

Starting with RACISM:



"The absurdity of racial prejudice is black and white."
The poet, author




The following poem (and others like it that I have penned) has been appreciated by
coloured people that I've shown
 it to. However, those involved in the Black Lives
Matter movement might prefer the poem
(and different take) that follows after this one.


1.  Three Cheers For Colour!


My dear brown friend, I like your colour because it has strength and warmth to it, but hey,
It’s not that colour means anything, anyway, just something that I thought I’d say.
At the end of the day, a human’s a human, and that’s what it all comes down to,
We all the same except for pigmentation, and our uniqueness, what makes you, you,

What makes me, me.

 And you know, difference makes this funny old world go ’round, they say, and it’s so true,
Variety the spice of life, and a change as good as a rest, our colour too.
Yes, the world plain boring if all were the same colour, be it brown or be it white,
Or other, and why in each others artistic pigmentation we should delight.

By Lance Landall





Different Take.


2.  Yes, Black Lives Matter


Yes, emphatically and totally, BLACK LIVES MATTER, no question at all,
Hence why any violence against some black person should outrage and appal.
Lives being sacrosanct, and if that’s not clear enough, NEVER ATTACK OR KILL,
’Cause violence or murder that you might commit, a lot about you would tell.

Yes, black lives matter because they’re lives, not objects that are made of wood or steel,
Their dreams, aspirations, hopes, abilities and contributions just as real.
Hence why any black life should never have been treated any differently,
Mistreatment but the product of a sickness that’s infected humanity.

And so, we registering and receiving both colour and culture warmly,
Thus accepting black people for who they are, relishing the variety.
It all adding beauty to our world, though such lost on that sad racist mindset,
That though registering colour and culture, somehow perceives them as a threat.

Oh, that crazy racist carry-on, it belonging to those sad dark ages,
That same foolish mentality that turns imagined minors into majors.
Though here, such not even a minor to start with, just not an issue at all,
And such thinking but a hang-up that creates a self-made view-obstructing wall.

Thus the only time black should repel is when it’s in someone’s heart, and then
We educating, which is the whole exercise of my oft ink depleted pen.
We doing ALL we can, WHERE we can, without acting in a similar way,
Lest others quickly point at us, and something as unflattering rightly say.

By Lance Landall





More on race.


3.  Black And White


I have never understood how the colour of ones skin can matter to some,
Colour being the only difference, by the way, and why prejudice is dumb.
Yes, we all the same except for that colour that simply adds variety,
And makes a complete fool of anyone who sees things any differently.

One clear and simple fact is, a human is a human-cum-end of subject,
And therefore, everyone by virtue of their birth due thought, care, love and respect.
Yes, even those folk who’re racist, for they’re human too, albeit well askew,
And therefore we surely not fighting fire with fire, though condemnation is due.

Paint a grey house green and it’s still a house, dye a white man black and he’s still a man,
But “not so” say those folk who’re as unenlightened as that evil Klu Klux Klan.
And hence their dire need of surgery, for their hearts and brains have become diseased,
And thus their ability to act and reason rationally having seized.

Can coloured folk love, think, sing, pray, work, plan, feel, play, see, smell, eat, hear, sit and stand?
Of course they can! Every one of them being just like you and I, but simply tanned.
And how many white folk lie in the sun expectantly, a darker hue sought,
And why it’s all to do with pigmentation, not that nonsense that some have bought.


By Lance Landall





More on race.


4.  Black Man, You're My Brother!


Colour means nothing, except in prejudiced minds where a certain darkness resides,
It not having seen the light of day, hence those cobwebbed shadows where it’s ill hides.
Though sometimes such daring to vocalize its venom, for poison it is, and,
A dark age mentality, ’cause it’s only pigmentation; some darker tanned.

Yes, purely colour, and all of us having different features, and hence why,
This whole racial prejudice thing is an utter nonsense that no one should buy.
It really but a lie, one needing the torch of truth, because we’re all the same,
Just varying in some ways, and why humanity is our collective name.

So coloured man, you’re my brother!

And hence with pride I'll openly greet and embrace you, take my stand beside you,
Defending you as I would any other man, (or woman), like all should do.
Your colour meaning nothing to me, and why such I don’t see, but simply you,
An older or younger brother in the human family who same love’s due.


By Lance Landall





More on race.


5.  To White Supremacists


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

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

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

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

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

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

By Lance Landall





More on race.


6.  Colour's Just Colour


When I was a youngster, my parents adopted a baby girl, a brown one,
Yes, she not white like us, and I’m so glad that that brown baby they didn’t shun.
I never seeing her as brown, but as my sister, racism dead to me,
She no different to my white sister, and just as loved by my family.

Hence why I’m grateful and proud of what my parents did, ’cause so much it taught me,
I personally experiencing the lie of those who taunt racially.
Their ignorance their loss, my family’s acceptance of that baby our gain,
It all coming down to sense, cleaning that dirty window, and letting love reign.

“Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight,” as a child I sang,
And which from the vibrating vocal cords of other rightly reared children rang.
Ones colour not an issue to us, ’cause colour’s just colour, end of story,
And if everyone saw it that way, what a happier world it would be!


By Lance Landall





More on race.


7.  A Form Of Ingratitude


You know, racism is a form of ingratitude — fault-finding, I must say,
Picking on something different to ourselves, forgetting blessings of the day.
Yes, that we’re fed, clothed, housed, that we’ve family and friends, all those other things too,
Yet, focussing on someone’s difference — oh, how we’ve got better things to do!

Yes, like expressing thanks for not having suffered today — but oh, there we go,
As if colour makes any difference, which even a simpleton should know.
It all in the head, and ingratitude in such hearts, ’cause grateful we should be,
Given the blessings and companionship that’s found wherever there’s humanity.


By Lance Landall





More on race.
Vitiligo is the name of the condition that leads to a loss of pigmentation (colour).


8.  Vitiligo Reveals The Lie


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

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

Yes,

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

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

Yes, vitiligo reveals the lie,

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

By Lance Landall






More on race.
Christian content or degree.


9.  To Love One Another


The Bible tells us that God made ONE race, the human race, us, humanity,
And in His image, beginning with Adam and Eve, thus we their progeny.
And thereby, everyone of us God’s creation, tint immaterial,
Colour having nothing to do with our worth, racism but a poisoned well.

The Bible also tells us that we’re very precious in God’s eyes, but fallen,
Hence why He died on our behalf — and this, when mankind was still knee-deep in sin.
His grace covering the repentant, but His love searching for all, and calling,
Tears in His eyes over the lost, great concern in His heart over the stalling.

The Bible doesn’t tell us what colour Adam and Eve were, and that being
Because colour wasn’t important, only something the racist are seeing.
And without cause, because no matter how those variations may’ve begun
(Adaptation, for one), such means absolutely nothing in the eyes of the Son.

But what does mean something to God, and very much so, is our heart and mind’s state,
Whether we seek what’s right or wrong, what’s kind or cruel, and whether we love or hate.
The racist person hardly fit for Heaven, nor worthy of Christ’s gift of grace,
All having been made in God’s image, and He personally knowing each face.

Yes, we could be purple and covered in pink spots, and it wouldn’t matter, no,
Jesus more interested in our eyes, they having a lot to say, you know.
It all about the inside, not the outside, and Christ well knowing what’s within,
None of us free of sin’s infectiousness, and that includes every Christian.

Oh, how God wants to see our hard hearts changed, racism out, love for all within,
And acknowledgement that all are His Children — yes, whether they’ve black or white skin.
Children of a King, loved, wanted and sought, and this why He’ll soon be coming back,
And it not mattering whether we live in a plush mansion or rundown shack.

So lets major on kindness, this world so full of suffering, heartbreak and pain,
God not having deserted us, it just a devil staging a cruel campaign.
And racism just distracting and hindering when the world’s in need of love,
That impartial, tolerant, accepting and longsuffering Saviour above.

Yes, God made HUMANS, and thus that where the matter should lie, we His creation,
And thus every life sacrosanct, to be surrounded with affirmation.
We living, breathing images of our Creator, and of royal decent;
And when Jesus Christ said to love one another, that’s exactly what He meant!


By Lance Landall






More on race.
Christian content or degree.


10.  Red And Yellow, Black And White


“Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in His sight,” a Christian song goes,
And so it should be with us too, which intelligence and maturity knows.
A human a human, colour just colour, and our looks just variation,
We all an amazing, incredible, staggering, mind-boggling creation.

No, not the product of chance, nor some monkey’s relation, but designed to be,
The image of a Creator with a merciful love for humanity.
Yes, a fallen humanity, hence that black and white carry-on that’s bizarre,
It not our colour but our heart and our mind that defines who and what we are.

By Lance Landall


"Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world."
Christian song





More on race.
Christian content or degree.


11.  Jesus Died For Black People Too


Yes, Jesus died for black people too — in fact, any colour that we may be,
Such not making the slightest difference to Him when dying on Calvary.
Jesus dying to save everyone, He the Saviour of humanity,
A God who desires that all be a part of His heavenly family.

We covered in His robe of righteousness; it the one colour, a saving hue,
A robe only woven in Heaven, its blood-red loom built just for me and you.
And that robe a gift, a labour of love, an amazing act of mercy too,
We all having fallen, and thus all the one colour, a lost and sinful hue.

But enter the unblemished Lamb, impartial love, and mercy beyond our ken,
We having acted so unlike Him, placed people in boxes, broken all ten.
And Calvary shaming our partiality, condemning that racial slight,
Because everyone of us is inestimably precious in His slight.

All why He wants our love to be like His, just as if we’d died on Calvary,
Accepting and forgiving all, and displaying that same amazing mercy.
Everyone the same colour in our eyes too, and object of our concern,
So that of that very same love and care of Jesus Christ they can see and learn.

By Lance Landall





More on race.
Christian poem or degree.


12.  The Divine Lincoln


(With Abraham Lincoln in mind)

“There is neither Jew nor Greek...slave nor free...male nor female, for all are one
In Christ Jesus,” Scripture says, and there is the Divine Lincoln, the Father’s Son.
Yes, Christ’s emancipation declaration, and open to every nation,
Each individual who accepts Him, and who thereby secures salvation.

Though all are God’s children given that He created us, not all desire such,
Having fallen for Darwinism, come under the spell of a devil’s clutch.
They thus victims of a cunning usurper, without hope and promise, sadly,
And of no worth to Satan, except where it suits his lies and savagery.

Jesus not having wanted us to be slaves to anything or anyone,
All why He created us free and equal, until Satan began his fun.
Enter tyranny, racism, human trafficking, spouse abuse and much more,
And on a personal level, Satan has knocked and we have opened the door.

Oh, the folly and grief of addiction, those things so certain to destroy us,
Those things we seem enslaved to, all why we need the saving power of Jesus.
Porn, drugs, unhealthy foods and beverages, the list goes on, it’s sad to say,
And self being our biggest addiction, all why Heaven wise, we’re far away.

Just like Abraham Lincoln sought to free black slaves, God has sought to free us too,
But mostly from the penalty and chains of sin, courtesy of you-know-who.
Yes, the greatest slave master this world’s seen, an angel who became a devil,
Turning this planet (which was once a beautiful paradise) into a hell,

Hence that fight for freedom in every which-a-way, there so many slaves still.

Yes, we’re slaves in a contemporary Egypt, needing to be rescued too,
Addictions to the left, oppression to the right, Christ the Moses to turn to.
He never having even wanted robots, and hence why we’ve freedom of choice,
And thus are able to accept or reject His ever-pleading loving voice.

If anyone knows that black lives matter, it’s Him, having created the one race,
And why on Calvary (bearing all our sins), He died in everyone’s place.
He a friend to tax collectors, prostitutes, lepers, Gentiles, Samaritans,
And a friend to you (black or white), none of us being free of issues and sins.

Both Christ and Lincoln died for their cause, believing in freedom and liberty,
The complete and utter removal of the insanity of slavery.
We all God’s children, He measuring the heart and soul of every country,
Colour nothing but pigmentation, and a human a human (clear to see).

Yes, we’re all descendants of Adam and Eve, and are made in God’s image, who
Taught love for all, and who also taught that peace and harmony we should pursue.
No one lower, no one higher, and all having the same worth — yes, black or white;
The hater of others walking in darkness, the lover of others in light.

All why Christ will soon step in, rescuing the repentant and setting them free,
Though freedom starts once we’ve accepted Him, hence those wondrous changes others see.
Oh, the joy of amazing grace, that working of the Spirit that empowers,
And the Divine Lincoln rejoicing over each new bud that opens and flowers.


By Lance Landall





Race and bigotry.


13.  They're All The Same To Me


I don’t care whether someone’s rich or poor, black or white, a waiter or surgeon, a Muslim, Jew, atheist or Christian,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters; and as far as my circle goes, not out but in,
For all have a place in this world, no one less worthy, no higher or lower, and I always there should they call on me,
Believing that that’s how things should be, just how I would like them to treat me, and given that we’re all one big family.

Therefore, I won't betray anyone, kick them when they're down, gossip behind their back, stab them in the back, or hold them back,
Nor will I lay a hand on them, fool them, rob them, mock, threaten or manipulate them, nor somehow get my own back,
For what would such say of me, and all it would do, is just drag me down to a level that would hardly benefit me,
A level I’ll not sink to, for it’s just a dead-end street, something that works against rather than for, injuriously.

No, I don’t care where they’re from, nor about their past, whether they’re short, tall, slim, fat, cross-eyed, missing limbs or ugly,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, worthy of time, effort, thought, love, care and mercy,
So on their behalf I'll speak or stand, hoping that they'd do the same for me; and if they didn’t, it still wouldn’t stop me,
I thus being true to myself, my conscience clear, my actions transparent, impartial, thereby acting honourably.

And I’ll decide for myself what someone’s like, not what I’m told, allowing them to defend them self, and overtime grow,
Bearing in mind that we all err, ebb and flow, deserve another chance; and that when it comes to others, what do we really know?
Hence why I won’t label or pigeonhole folk, misjudge them, cruelly joke, and why I don’t care if they’re three or ninety three,
And why on their behalf I will battle, for every human's deserving of the same freedom and liberty.

Yes, I don’t care whether someone's liberal or conservative, a meat-eater or vegan, a prostitute or a tramp,
As they’re all the same to me — humanity — my brothers and sisters, and whether they’re in this camp, that camp (or are camp),
For all are precious, and why the greater someone’s need, the greater my response, for the litmus test of our decency
Is how we treat those who’re different, the misunderstood, disadvantaged, vulnerable, suffering and minority.

By Lance Landall


The poem above isn't sanctioning this or that, but simply referring to that love that we should have for all,
and yet, fall so far short of — terrorism and heinousness aside.
This poem was upgraded 5 June 2017.





Race and bigotry.


14.  Hand In Hand


No one should ever think in terms of race or religion, but humanity,
Because people are people, and thus hatred and cruelty but insanity.
Yes, every life sacrosanct, not for assaulting via hand, mouth or some law,
And why wherever a single soul is accosted, the rest of us should roar.

In other words,

Every Jew, Muslim, Christian, atheist, black man, white man, male and female,
Is precious, equal and human, their life not for taking, their rights not for sale.
And moving forward overdue, history strewn with madness and bloodshed,
And all because, in every case, a loving heart wasn’t wed to a sound head.

No, now’s not the time for more foolish words and actions, but calm heads and gloved hands,
A new and better way of thinking, not those old, tattered, tired, short-sighted plans.
No one excluded, and all embraced, love and not hate every country’s anthem,
And, “Hand in hand we will walk together,” our collective and personal hymn.

By Lance Landall





Race and bigotry.


15.  Difference Is No Reason Or Excuse


I don’t have a problem with someone’s colour, nor their religion, but only any negative traits,
And as far as their culture or ways go, that’s personal taste, you know (which delights or irritates).
Thus, it’s really just a people thing, ’cause whatever colour or faith, people have their good points and bad points,
And why it all comes down to whether someone’s behaviour, attitude and ways, pleases or disappoints.

We may not agree with someone's beliefs, nor care for some of their cultural ways, and fair enough too
(And yes, there're those negative traits), but never should we treat people badly, as that’s only what fools do,
’Cause difference is no reason or excuse for such, never has been, and nor will be, ’cause wrong is wrong,
And to be frank, not only folly, but the behaviour and attitude of those who’re more weak than strong.

At the end of the day, it’s very easy for us to act badly, but much harder to act rightly,
’Cause the latter takes a certain inner strength, unlike that lack of control that’s displayed by a bully.
And we acting like bullies too, should we ever treat anyone badly-cum-very thoughtlessly so,
But dare such be ’cause of their colour or faith — such prejudice and bigotry — and better we should know.

We don’t have to like someone’s ways, be they cultural or other, nor their beliefs or negative traits,
But treating folk badly is quite another thing, and such, inner weakness and unkindness radiates.
All how we give ourselves away, show the true state of our heart and mind, be such in some small or big way;
And just as much as this, another thing that we need to realise is, that such behaviour doesn’t pay.


By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 17 June 2020.





Race and bigotry.


16.  Who Cares? Not Me


Who cares what your religion or colour is. I’m not a bigot, nor racial,
And nor will I call folk fags, or tell them that they will burn forever in Hell.
No, because I can’t abide such nonsense, don’t care whether someone’s rich or poor,
Hence why I won’t treat anyone differently, cross the street or slam the door.

Yes,

There’s too much evil surmising, too many getting the wrong end of the stick,
Assuming this or that, avoiding him or her, their armchair judgments far too quick.
Oh, those games that people play, and many thinking they’re better, and why I cry,
Because the life that many live is nothing but a sham, a charade, a lie.

Sure we’re entitled to our opinions, and healthy debate is fine, but hey,
Cut the mental and physical abuse, 'cause only the foolish act that way.
Yes, it’s one thing to challenge erroneous beliefs, another to slag folk,
Calling them names, running them down, when it’s not them that in the chest one should poke.


By Lance Landall





Race and bigotry.


17.  Madness In Drag


There is nothing more tragic, moronic, and even infantile, than racial or religious persecution,
Which is purely the product of a grim, bigoted, ignorant, mindless, callous and selfish evolution.
Thus, no words can be too harsh in condemnation of such an evil, and nor of those who are involved in such,
For it’s clear that a very satanic influence has such foolish and misguided abusers in its clutch.

Every life on this Earth is precious, and no one is lesser than another, regardless of their faith or race,
But if it were true that some are lesser, it would be those who via such persecution humanity disgrace.
For no human should stoop to such utter absurdity, nor such a low level, thereby turning on their own,
And given that such is the cruel territory of tyrants, dictators and usurpers who’ve hi-jacked some throne.

As alluded to earlier, all of those who indulge in such wickedness have been drinking from poisoned wells,
Or have been fed such via others who’re irresponsible and prejudiced, or directly involved in such ills.
And having been indoctrinated so, they too, spread that gospel of hate and intolerance wherever they go,
And via doing so, not only show their ignorance and shallowness, but openly declare that they’re the foe.

Healthy debate and freedom of speech are sacrosanct, for all must be free to disagree and to prove their case,
But racial and religious persecution are things that in this world of ours should never be given a place.
One’s colour shouldn’t make the slightest difference, and one’s religion is a personal choice, God-given right,
Which no person on this planet, nor any governing power, should in anyway prevent, hinder or blight.


By Lance Landall


"Persecution, whenever it occurs, establishes only the power and cunning of the persecutor,
not the truth and worth of his belief."
H.M.Kallen

"Persecution is disobeying the most solemn injunction of Christianity, under the sham plea of upholding it."
Paul Chatfield





Race and bigotry.


18.  Mind That Muslim Bashing


When a member of a family murders, we don’t shun the whole family,
So why shun all Muslims when some fanatical ones go on a killing spree?
Do we shun all Christians because of those among them who wrongly injure too,
Or when anything else that’s not acceptable, they foolishly choose to do?

No, surely not, for that’s hardly intelligent; hypocrites found everywhere,
And upon which we don’t judge either Muslims or Christians, but apply sense here,
Because there will always be bad eggs and black sheep, those who somehow go askew,
And who the promptings of a sad mind and heart, or evil master, choose to do.


By Lance Landall





Race and bigotry.


19.  Dear Muslim Friend


When any human is maimed or killed, it's an outrage, and thus dear Muslim friend,
I too wish that the wave of terrorism and lone ranger evil would end.
And it’s always sad when within our ranks there are those who act so terribly,
Bringing shame upon their own brothers and sisters, and also humanity.

There’s always been two paths, the right one and the wrong one, the latter but folly,
It not only returning to bite the fool, but causing pain and misery.
And thus both you and I affected, be one a Muslim, Christian or other,
And hence why we should view everyone as if they’re our sister or brother.

Sure we may not care for some folk, but love goes beyond that, seeks the best for all,
Condemning those ignorant, hate filled shouts, those callous, wicked acts that appal.
Ones colour, gender or religion no reason for such attacks, and therefore,
Any time a fellow human suffers so, everyone of us should roar.

So, dear Muslim friend, I respect your rights, and those rights being the same as mine,
We all part of the human family, branches belonging to the same vine.
You welcome at my home, and I welcome at your home, where there’s no room for ill,
But love, selflessness, compassion and forgiveness, and where all is right and well.


By Lance Landall





Race and bigotry.


20.  Time We Stopped The Madness


Racial prejudice and religious bigotry aren’t the product of ones birth,
But the product of errant teaching and influence that long has plagued the Earth,
’Cause love, sense and goodness know nothing of either, and stand in opposition,
Knowing that prejudice and bigotry only survive where there’s permission.

Ones colour but pigmentation, a human a human, same brain, heart and rights,
And thus evil and ignorance being the cause of those racial rants and fights,
And also the cause of religious persecution; all courtesy of men,
And devils, not innocent children, to which the God above would shout, “Amen!”


By Lance Landall






Bigotry.


21.  How To Experience Bigotry


Step outside the mainstream, hold beliefs that are at odds with the majority,
Express opposing views openly, reveal holes in someone’s theology.
Call a spade a spade, say that such is your right, condemn what folk shouldn't condone,
And you will soon experience bigotry, know what it’s like to stand alone.

Yes,

Rattle some sacred cow, point to higher ground, tell folk that they’re on the wrong track,
Point out cherished falsehood, charlatans parading as saints, wait for an attack,
For such will surely come, and that can’t-handle-it crutch: “You’ve no right to judge me!”
Which given the nastiness with which it tends to come, smacks of hypocrisy.


By Lance Landall





Bigotry.


22.  One's Religion


Ones religion is a personal choice, a conscience vote, and thus sacrosanct,
Though open to inspection and challenge, for which many have had cause to thank.
They having been holding to error, but as I said, still free to go that way,
So long as they don’t persecute or kill, as this is how one goes astray.

Good religions have nothing to hide, nor resent inspection or challenge, and
Always respect the rights of others, be their beliefs built on a rock or sand.
And thus they not acting like tyrants, arrogantly asserting that they’re right,
Because that’s a sure sign that somewhere, somehow they’ve put darkness ahead of light.

We may in fact be right, others wrong, but we err when our ways are harsh or cruel,
Another’s mind hardly for forcing, and soundness holding to the golden rule.
Yes, “Do unto others as you’d have then do unto you” — karma, some might say,
’Cause what goes ’round often comes ’round, so surely love and wisdom ruling the day.

After all, who would want it any other way but a fool, ’cause all should know
That everyone’s an individual, and force just the way of a foe.
Our mind’s our own, but it’s rendered useless if enslaved, just parroting what it’s fed,
Hence why it should also be open, that its conscience may always be rightly led.


By Lance Landall





Christian content or degree.

"Too often, we judge other groups by their worst examples while
judging ourselves by our best intentions."
George Bush



23.  Erring Members


Within our church there can be those who anger those outside it, bringing shame on us,
’Cause they’re like bulls in a china shop, lacking the sensitivity of Jesus.
And therefore, instead of sharing same beliefs in a thoughtful and respectful way
They choose the worst of ways, upsetting us too, all why for understanding we pray.

Perhaps it was certain material that was kind of forced on you, foolishly,
Even presented offensively, truth with knuckledusters on, say — oh dear me.
Every religion (perhaps) having its zealots, Pharisees and hypocrites
(Though more denomination here), and why regarding them too, God in judgment sits.

Why do I say them too (the rebellious aside)?

Well, two wrongs don’t make a right, thus bad responses being judged too, which means that we
Should hardly act as poorly as them, thereby behaving just as unheavenly.
Yes, one not stooping to their misguided level, but setting the right example,
Otherwise we’re just as bad, and not a reflection of Christ, but more a devil.

A devil who no doubt delights in bulls in china shops, and as just said before
Poor or bad responses, ’cause God doesn’t like either; and shut goes another door.
Danger lying with both renegades and hordes, who bring shame on the Good News Gospel,
That God of love whose wise, gentle, patient and tolerant ways are our example.

So please don’t judge denominations by the actions of some renegade within
(Or be it more than one), who, rather than pleasing Christ, gives a devil cause to grin.
And all because they go about things the wrong way, or present things really badly,
Bringing shame or wrath on their fellow members who don’t act so injuriously.

 Yes, there’s always fools and the deluded amongst us, those who get carried away,
Balance and sense having up and gone out the window, inviting what doesn’t pay.
And all why we should err on the side of caution and fairness, not labelling all,
Many of us having warned erring fellow members, who here, have made the wrong call.

The truth is, all are in different stages of growth and understanding, and so
Err many will, and even sincerely, aside from those who far better should know.
One having the choice to reject their flawed material, or to ask them to go,
And that way being better than fighting fire with fire, and how greater sense we show.

Each Christian thus shining like a star in this darkened world, choosing their time and place
Yes, very carefully, displaying sensitivity, and thus not in one’s face.
Each Christian a Christ-like satellite orbiting the centre of it all, Jesus,
Beaming His will and ways via their lives, that great love for others that He has for us.

Christ wants as many as possible to be saved, and this being the reason why
It's no win some lose some affair due to doing things in a way that's plain awry.
The right way seeing more saved, the wrong way seeing less saved, folk having been turned off,
Someone's sad in-the-face approach, or cart before the horse approach, why many scoff.

By Lance Landall


This poem was completely redone on 13 March 2021.





Bigotry.
Christian content or degree.


24.  To Christians Of Every Denomination


It’s with joy that I read of a God who gives us the freedom to choose which way,
Be that way His or not, or which denomination, hence why I want to say:
That though I may disagree with your choice, even say why, I'll respect that choice,
And as far as your right to that choice goes, will uphold it via act, pen or voice.

And the God of love wanting you to respond exactly the same way to me,
So that despite differing in beliefs, or even path, we'll live in harmony.
We reasoning with each other as Christ reasons with us, sharing honestly,
But never angrily, nor shunning each other, because such is bigotry.

All why I’d never mistreat an atheist either, ’cause they’ve the same rights too,
One either choosing rightly or wrongly, wisely or foolishly, as we do.
And there it’s to be left in God’s hands, Christians called to live in peace with all, and
(Despite one’s path or denomination), loving and giving a helping hand.

So share and debate I will, no wrong in that, and less so where there’s heresy,
Or plain error, but harm you? Never! Nor shun, but rather, I'll act thoughtfully.
We all (via Adam and Eve’s lineage) God’s creation, who’s told us to love,
Thus we not forcing or enforcing, and why I’m taking my cue from above.

By Lance Landall


"I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish — where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source — no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials — and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all."
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963), past American president.





Bigotry.
Christian content or degree.


25.  A Christian's Lament


Dear God above, I’m a follower of Thee, but mistreated by other followers, sadly,
Who sneer at my denomination, and because of that Church I attend, unkindly label me.
I thought that You called such bigotry, Father, and it certainly seems like bigotry to me,
For when I share some of my beliefs that differ to their beliefs, they sometimes treat me poorly.

Even though I don’t agree with some of their beliefs, I don’t want to treat them as unkindly,
For I know that via doing so I would greatly displease Thee, and thereby, as bad as them be.
And hence why I'm praying for strength, Father, and also that You'll help them to see differently,
For if we’re all followers of You, isn’t that what matters most, not arguing doctrinally?

And why Christians of differing faiths should surely just beg to differ, but in a Christ-like way,
And meantime, amicably debate rather than argue or a cool indifference display.
And oh, what must non-believers think who see and hear what’s going down that really shouldn’t be?
As Christians being unkind and thoughtless to each other doesn't do much for Christianity.

If You let all follow their own conscience and what they’ve decided is right, surely we should too,
Respecting those conclusions that other Christians have drawn, and that differing path they pursue.
We all helping each other fight the good fight, lest any give up and foolishly turn from Thee,
For we’ve a cunning adversary who when we take our eyes off the ball claims some victory.

Yes, it’s most ironic, Father, for these Christians who treat me so, wax lyrical about love,
And yet, all because of my denomination, say or do this or that, whilst You watch above.
Now that’s plain hypocrisy, Father, something that You strongly condemn, for such isn’t of Thee,
But that old life that we’re supposed to well and truly leave behind, as it’s far from heavenly.


By Lance Landall





Bigotry.
Christian content or degree.


26.  The True Brothers And Sisters In Christ


Nothing's wrong with defending your beliefs, and nor in challenging someone else’s, though lovingly,
'Cause such is the freedom God gives to us all, and oft how truth and error are seen, actually.
But when we treat others poorly because of their differing beliefs, or their challenging of ours,
We stomp all over that freedom God's sanctioned, thus acting un-Christ-like, which His anger will arouse.

All why I feel impressed to state the following:

It’s time we stopped such childish behaviour which has more to do with bigotry, and Satan as well,
Who, storms our God-given freedom by convincing folk that such threatens unity — a tale made in Hell,
'Cause unity’s an attitude, a working together in love for God's glory, and doing so
Despite differences; you going to your church and I to mine, hence that passing heartfelt, “Hello.”

At the end of the day, aren’t all Christians Christians, followers of the same Christ, so what's going on then,
'Cause treating others poorly is certainly not Christianity, but the lunacy of men.
Thus those who act so, not only without an excuse, but going contrary to the teachings of Christ,
'Cause He said we’re not to mistreat anyone in any way — and those who do, aid the anti-Christ.

Just like unity’s an attitude, bigotry's a mentality, one that's far from heavenly,
Hence why Christians shouldn't have a bar of such, defending each others right to think and act differently.
And by that I mean, to choose their denomination, defend their beliefs, challenge those of others,
Thus truly witnessing to the world of the love of Christ found amongst Christian sisters and brothers.

And this, despite some differences, and midst healthy debate, 'cause such is true Christianity,
How we know the true brothers and sisters in Christ — such a greater witness to the world, quite clearly,
'Cause such shows the Spirit working powerfully in hearts and minds, something God wants the world to see,
Calvary bringing all Christians together despite their differences, in peace and harmony.

Where’s the miracle in all Christians thinking and acting the same? Unless we’re talking, righteously,
For oh, what a mighty witness that would be, millions won over by us acting so heavenly.
But where there’s difference yet unity in Christ, that’s a miracle indeed, each Christian rightly free,
Following their conscience, one that’s captive to the Word of God, not some religious majority.

If Christ never mistreated folk, gave them freedom of choice, reserved the right to challenge beliefs, then
We’re to follow His example, and not some pious conformity imposed by error prone men,
'Cause such restricts the discovery of both truth and error, and why Christ won't sanction such folly,
He saying, “Come let us reason together,” such quite the opposite of that herd mentality.

How sad when someone finds that you hold to something that they don’t believe is correct, and off they go,
You suddenly some contaminant, even alien, and how via their "fruits" their true colours show.
They entitled to their belief, but not you, or at your peril, it appears, and there goes Jesus,
Highly offended by such bigotry, disgusted, ’cause even He’s prepared to reason with us,

And why I’ve never seen Him go.

True bothers and sisters in Christ wouldn’t treat you any differently, engaging any time,
Simply begging to differ where they disagreed, 'cause this is how upward (and not downward) we climb.
Heaven all about love, treating others as Christ would, regardless of denomination or belief,
Given that acting otherwise doesn’t lead to eternal life, but certainly, soon coming grief.


By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 6 March 2020.





Class Distinctions.
Christian content or degree.


27.  Fallen Divisions


Rest assured God has no time for that lower class, middle class, upper class nonsense — sin, effectively,
'Cause such unnatural, fallen divisions God never intended be a part of humanity.
In His eyes, all are equal, regardless of their background, lineage, assets, money or position,
And why He has clearly conveyed that He wants each Christian to have the same approach and recognition.

Though we might find ourselves classed in that middle or upper bracket, it shouldn’t be apparent in our manner,
Nor our behaviour, 'cause right into the very heart of the Gospel, such throws a rebellious spanner.
Christ came to break down such labelling, pigeon-holing, it the product of pride, unfairness and abuse,
'Cause when it comes to Earth’s bounties, all should share such, not feathering one’s own nest, which equates to misuse.

Such class distinctions are the outcome of the Fall, and why all who’ve wealth, or more than others, should take care,
'Cause God's watching closely, and taking careful note of just how much people keep, and just how much they share.
And rightly so, 'cause such conveys the true intent of one’s heart, and it’s the heart God’s interested in,
'Cause the heart, more than anything else, our destiny (be that eternal life or death) will determine.

The heart of the Gospel is all about putting others first (after Christ), and all those who love Him will,
Knowing that one shouldn’t make an idol of their possessions, 'cause such inevitably leads to ill.
Hence those class distinctions that many aspire to, that Jones mentality, such being nothing but pride,
A mentality and state that offends the Bridegroom who's looking for a humble, serving, giving bride.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 8 February 2020.






In general.


28.  Get Off That Pedestal


It’s one thing to disagree with someone, but quite another thing to shun,
For who among us is a perfect example, and wrong has never done?
The truth is, we’re all flawed from head to toe, so undeserving of a throne,
And yet, how oft we don some crown, and our own glaring flaws refuse to own.

Yes, it seems that it’s always someone else who’s at fault, we clothed in pure white,
Or seemingly a shade that’s pretty close, thus seldom wrong, most often right.
And we, watching from our self-righteous tower, the drawbridge ready to pull
Should any seek our presence or attention who we deem undesirable.

Well, last I knew, most castles are in disrepair, they close to tumbling down,
And those who once sat enthroned within, no longer sporting their royal gown.
But rather, they pushing up daisies, pride-cum-pompousness no longer seen,
All why we should treat everybody well, and our own feathers never preen.

Yes, it’s one thing to disagree with folk, but quite another thing to shun,
We ignoring or cutting them off, smugly firing some cruel mental gun.
And all so very hypocritically, for how oft we talk of love,
And then, where certain words are needed, use our fist without a padded glove.


By Lance Landall





In general.
This poem is not dealing with any arguments against this or that.


29.  For Crying Out Loud


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

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

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

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

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

By Lance Landall


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





Sexual orientation.
This poem is not dealing with the same-sex argument.



30.  So You're A Homosexual


Okay, so you’re a homosexual — well, that doesn't devalue your worth,
Because you’re still a precious creation, some malfunction preceding your birth.
Well, I presuming so, but whatever the case, and being Gay aside,
You’re no less than any other person, and this where one should be finding pride.

Just ’cause many don’t believe in Gay marriages and same-sex sexual acts
(And such is their right, you know), doesn’t alter the following facts,
And they being, that you’re a human too, that no one should be treated badly,
One's colour, religion and gender having nothing to do with this, gladly.

And so, the debating of Gay marriages and so forth aside, lift your head,
’Cause you’re just as important, still to be loved (like God loves you, it must be said).
So how dare anyone treat you less than they’d like to be treated, ’cause that’s wrong,
Human life sacrosanct, there no levels of worth (such just in the mind), so stay strong!


By Lance Landall


This poem was tweaked on 23 July 2020.






Bigotry.


Something that darkens the mind, shrinks the intellect, and hardens the heart.
Something that starves the brain of oxygenating sense and wisdom.
Someone’s preventable failure.
Often another word for ignorance, fear, and conformity.
Something that’s an enemy of love.
A self-made gulf.
Something that blinds, deafens, stunts and deadens.
The bridegroom of prejudice.
A mindless barrier that's erected by small minds.
A serious and sad condition that’s self-inflicted.
A consequence of having a closed or narrow mind.
A contagious virus often found within herds.
The poison of a bigot.
Something that’s lineage is connected to too many lives.
Something that discards the lot of something simply because of a little or part that’s viewed as disagreeable.
Something that contributes nothing but leaves behind a disturbing odour.
An oft perpetuated Dark Ages mentality that leads to modern day personal inquisitions.
The bedfellow of biblical illiteracy.
Something that abounds where there are religious zealots.
Bigotry: Kindling for fires of persecution.
A killer disease.
Something that’s often mistaken for forthrightness and fact.



Lets Stop The Labeling.


I think its high time we stopped labeling people. People are not their religion. They're themselves. Individuals in their own right. By all means check out what they're saying in order to see whether what they're saying is correct or not, then say so, but don't hang a label on them. Put their beliefs to the test, not them. A person can be a wonderful Christian yet still be upholding error. Thus, it's that error we discredit, and that alone, not the person.
Nor should we treat someone poorly or badly simply because they're a Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever. Let's focus on the error, not the person, nor even their denomination for that matter, except where it's necessary or appropriate to do so. Remember that a denomination is an organisation, a collection of people who simply hold the same beliefs. A denomination is not an individual. Effectively, people are not Baptists, Catholics, Methodists, Mormons, or whatever, but simply themselves. They simply hold to beliefs that come under the heading of Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever, and go to the same church (denomination) where like believers go, and why not? A place to meet together, a base to work from collectively. In other words, it's their religion that's Baptist, Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, or whatever, not them.
Once we start labelling people, we automatically put them in little boxes in our mind, boxes that far too regularly have biased locks attached. Boxes from which many operate narrow-mindedly. Let's start seeing people as people, as individuals, and not as Baptists, Catholics, Methodists, Mormons, or whatever. Let's stop the "She's a Baptist," "He's a Catholic," "She's a Methodist," "He's a Mormon," nonsense. When we interact with people, their religion shouldn't cross our minds. We should just see them as fellow humans needing the same love, care, thought, respect, friendship and courtesy. Yes, debate their doctrinal belief, but leave the person alone. At the end of the day, it's all about weeding out error, not about weeding out people.
And let's mind the Cult labelling too. Time and time again I have seen incorrect statements being made via websites that see themselves as being some sort of Cult watchdog or definitive encyclopaedia regarding such. Given the truth and error mixture also found on many of these websites, it's clear that they need watching too. Oh for those who're truely objective, unbiased, transparent, receptive, humble, and who welcome open dialogue.



Why Exposing Errors In Any Denomination Or Religion Isn't Bigotry.


Because that information made public can help prevent others from embracing that same error.
Because that information made public can help those who’ve already embraced that error to see why it is in fact error.
Because that information should naturally be made available in order for people to not only make up their own minds but truly have freedom of choice.
Because people often come up with opposite arguments from the very same source as us — the Bible, say — thus one not only having to find and present the correct position, the truth, but show and prove the error in any counter argument (which some people wrongly call knocking when it's really informing and aiding).
Because certain beliefs that some people are holding to are unhealthy, or very destructive ISIS being one example. And such passing from generation to generation.
Because much that's been said and done in the name of God hasn't been of God at all.

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.

It's not challenging that's the problem, but how some go about it.
 
How you think and what you think is critical, and has everything to do with your parents, family, friends and wider circle of influences.
The questions then being:
a) Is how you think balanced?
b) Is what you think correct?
c) Have those influences been for the better or worse?
And given all that, how important is truth to you? Would you accept it if it came your way,
even if it was different to what you had always been taught,
even if it was different to what you believed,
even if it meant going in the opposite direction to your family and friends,
even if it meant that major changes would be in order,
even if it was hard to swallow,
even if you would suffer as a result?

"Truth and discovery are always better served by open forums and unshackled voices."
The poet, author



Tolerance


We can’t “tolerate” other people unless we disagree with them. Or to put it another way, we don’t “tolerate” those who share the same views as us. In other words, we don’t “tolerate” something that we accept or are plain indifferent towards, and the reason why is, because it requires nothing of us.
Tolerance is something that’s reserved for those whom we consider wrong. Tolerance (by definition), implies disagreement or dislike. Given that tolerance requires a disagreement and an initial objection, it surely follows that the least tolerant person is the one who accepts everything. Why? Because such people aren’t required to overcome any internal objections. Hence why much that masquerades as tolerance today is hardly genuine tolerance at all, but rather, cowardice — yes, such folk frightened of becoming unpopular in the eyes of our relativistic culture. In the context of church discipline, many so-called tolerant memberships that fail to discipline erring members, simply betray their impotence or lack of backbone.
Unsure of source







POVERTY






31.  That Gnawing Gap


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

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

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

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

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

And by the way,

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

By Lance Landall





32.  Speaking Of The Poor


When the poor are neglected, even hampered, it’s a crime against humanity,
A cruelty that’s inflected on our own kind, for there shouldn’t be poverty.
But alas there is, and this oft midst a selfish, obscene opulence that mocks,
And the gap getting wider by the day, need not the interest of bonds and stocks.

And so, many suffer from want while others overindulge or feed their greed,
And though wealth is hardly a sin, it’s a curse where it turns a blind eye to need.
Yes, karma, some call it, because what goes ’round comes ’round, fortunes lost in a day,
Or ill health suddenly striking, and such a reminder that we’re made of clay.

No, we can’t take it with us, though some seem determined to try, it piled high,
While others can’t afford to see the doctor, or some necessary things buy.
They doing it hard all the way, some every day, and it taking its toll,
Not enough or nothing in their bowl, and far too much in someone else’s bowl.

Yes, many have a love affair with filthy lucre and not their fellow man,
Their values and priorities askew, self being how trouble first began.
And ever since there’s been those who’ve nursed their wounds while others have nursed their treasures,
The latter sometimes the cause of those wounds given their greedy, hardnosed measures.

The true measure of anyone is the depth of their heart, its capacity,
And by that I mean, to show love and care; indifference an audacity.
And thus one spurred by either a higher or lower source, a good or evil force,
And with the resultant consequences of that sad or worthy choice, of course.

And oh, how the needy suffer when their needs aren’t met, and life being so short,
Which means even fewer happy years, many rudderless and without a port.
Hence those shipwrecks; rocky shoals of insensitivity having been too much,
Or in order to cope, it’s a beer jug or reefer that many are seen to clutch.

Therefore, the poor a test, one that we pass or not — and not, being to our shame,
Though I’m sure we’d condemn such indifference ourselves if suffering the same.
Yes, with the boot on the other foot, we possibly squeaking louder than they,
Hence why love and wisdom always seek to do what inevitably’s sure to pay.

By Lance Landall


"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969), American politician and Army general





33.  Dear Businessman,


And though I’m well aware, of course, that a business needs to run profitably,
I appeal to your generosity, for many are struggling terribly.
The cost of your needed product and services is a real burden for some,
Be they the retired poor, some beneficiary, or an unwell dad or mum.

Yes, I’m well aware your profits would be lessened by such generosity,
But less is all that I’m talking about for the sake of those who’re less wealthy.
In other words, those who’ve little or nothing, those who struggle to make ends meet,
A doctor’s or dentist’s bill, small things to big things, daily living some feat.

And we too prone to judge, unaware of much in people’s lives, pain and worry,
Hence those sleepless nights, those arguments, those pillow stains — others in a hurry,
So little time, even care, such more why your thoughtfulness is so needed here,
A discount, even a wave of the hand, maybe, their gain some loss you can spare.

And such thought and care your legacy — you a legend — not just another boss,
But the kind of businessman that all, not just needy folk, love to come across.
Yes, you not just an owner or manager, but a man with a heart and soul,
Who’s compassionately easing a load that may be taking a heavy toll.

By Lance Landall




34.  To Those Who're Well-Off


We, the less well-off (many of us poor), don’t begrudge you your wealth, 'cause wealth isn’t bad in itself, and,
Nor its legitimate accumulation, given that wealth builds on itself, which we quite understand.
But what we don’t like is, you flaunting your wealth, rubbing it in our anxious, tired faces, effectively,
'Cause such can really rankle given our hardships, our unintended predicament financially.

Yes, the sheer indulgence we see, so bankrupt morally, 'cause such ignores the struggles we’re going through,
Struggles that could be eased, even solved, and why we'd appreciate a little thought and fairness from you.
After all, our ranks are swelling, and the gap between the rich and poor is growing faster by the day,
Which only leads to greater unrest and injury all-round, rather than ushers in a better day,

And especially when an air of superiority comes from that same well-off territory
(Wealth hardly equating to superiority, which, when one acts so, up and insults humanity),
'Cause all are equal, worthy of Earth’s bounties, food, clothing, a home, health, happiness and security,
And this, regardless of their race, religion or gender, no one treated better or differently.

It’s time snobbery ended, and those well-off cliques, which we, the less well-off, find offensive and unkind,
'Cause such unfairly stigmatises, leaves us out in the cold, despite us often being more refined.
Oh yes, 'cause many who’re wealthy live lives of debauchery, selfishly and senselessly waste money,
Money that could ease the burdens of many, restore health, save lives, and rescue others from poverty.

Yes, we the less well-off don’t begrudge you your wealth, 'cause it’s not money that’s the problem, but how it's spent,
Or hoarded (Scrooge McDuck like), 'cause that which is wasted or hoarded, much misery and pain could prevent.
Sure it’s your money, but where’s your heart, given wealth doesn't automatically equate to nobleness,
'Cause greater generosity's found amongst the less well-off, who given what they see, hate greediness.

And greediness is another word for pure indulgence, a crime when so many are in need on Earth,
Struggling, suffering, and even dying, midst that money that you who’re well-off, waste on pleasure and mirth.
Many of us going without a humble cottage, while many of you live in homes that holler pride,
Homes that go far beyond anyone’s need (and the rest you display), which widens that glaring, foul divide.

In other words, that huge gulf between those who have and those who don’t, one thats stench grows stronger by the day,
'Cause it’s a gulf that allows many to live like kings while others are left to suffer, fall by the way.
A gulf that shouldn’t be, but that sadly is, all because of that selfish “Me" and "Mine” mentality,
Which worships at an exclusive temple, bows before an image that’s detached, heartless, shallow, empty.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 27 February 2020.




35.  And Again I Appeal


To those of you out there who have the resources, the skills and abilities,
Please find time for, and be generous to, those folk whose needs you could solve or ease.
In other words, those who’re poor, those folk who are really struggling financially,
And who as a sad consequence are beset with sleep-robbing anxiety.

Many of you out there who do have the resources, skills and abilities,
Are well-off (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and such needs could solve or ease.
And this why I’m appealing to you, that the lives of others be happier,
Or at least the lives of many, and lest for them, much bigger issues occur.

So,

Please consider my appeal, the needs of many real, some desperate, in fact,
And thus why in the name of love — selflessness — I hope and pray that you’ll so act.
And I not meaning that you forsake all you have, but forego a portion, and
Due to such humane generosity, with the heroes of history stand.

By Lance Landall





36.  Cha ching!


While many of us who’re better off gorge, others starve, battle with poverty,
And much wickedness responsible for this ill afflicting humanity.
Yes, it having been solvable, but selfishness, greed and folly in cahoots,
And as for who — well, I guess that’s why the Bible says we’ll know them by their fruits.

You may scoff at a day of reckoning, but I believe there needs to be one,
’Cause why should callousness and indifference go unpunished, when all’s said and done?
Others suffering, dying while you and I gorge, while others waste millions, or,
Appease their conscience by giving a little of their lot, rather than much more.

Animal farming, wasted food, withheld necessities, all responsible,
Along with poor governance, those indulgences running red-hot via some till.
Cha ching! Another bowl of rice denied, another unnecessary grave,
Oh, it seemingly every man for himself, and then back into our cave.

By Lance Landall





37.  Help Regardless


Yes, many do have themselves to blame for their circumstances, but once trapped, or
Struggling badly, they can become the desperate, angry, problematic poor.
Hence why it behoves the rest of us to do all that we can to help them, and
Not just by our digging deeper, but by sincerely trying to understand.

Problematic isn’t meant derogatorily, it’s just reality,
’Cause things only get worse where folk are left alone to battle with poverty.
And not everyone entirely to blame, or at all, ’cause things happen, and
That is where (once again) you and I need to see that all the lifeboats are manned.

The seas are becoming rougher today, and some waves are caused by evil men,
Hence those gasping or perishing, while same pirates stack their treasures in their den.
This why the rest of us (though struggling too, maybe) need to toss out a lifebuoy,
That they too (midst their misery) may experience some happiness and joy.

By Lance Landall




38.  Poverty Doesn't Lessen One's Worth


No, poverty doesn’t lessen one's worth, wealth nothing but goods and money,
So all have the same value whether in a desert or land of milk and honey.
Neither a ghetto or a mansion changing a thing, thus goodbye snobbery,
’Cause those who mentally devalue indulge in emotional robbery.

And therefore, snobbery's nothing but an infantile game and form of cruelty,
Not to mention a gall, 'cause many who’re poor live lives that are exemplary.
Yes, they able to teach the wealthy a thing or two about nobility,
The antics of the rich and famous oft lacking sense, thought and humility.

So no, poverty doesn't lessen one's worth, devaluing someone somehow,
All why there’s no one on Earth to whom any of us should feel that we should bow.
Such nothing but the footprints of tradition and oppression, we all as one,
And hence why when it comes to who might be lower or higher on Earth, there’s none!

By Lance Landall


Both this poem and its title were altered on the 13 October 2020.





39.  Yes, Life's Unfair


Someone who’s got a house inherits another, sells it, splurges the money,
While someone who’s related and who needs a house remains without one, sadly.
Now where’s the fairness in that?
So let’s put it in rhyme, it far better out than in, for such can truly sting,
And is another very sad story with that oh so familiar ring.

Yes, life’s unfair, the first people having failed their test, and where my case I rest,
As one should move on, grudge holders possibly as cursed, and via such, they less blessed,
For why let someone’s greed or thoughtlessness start a fire that can only but burn,
And why it’s more healthier for us when the other hard done by cheek we turn.

The truth is, some build sandcastles while others plant seeds that bless more folk as well,
Or give more than they keep back for themselves — God bless that generous carousel —
For pity help those in a desert whose tank is full but padlocked while nearby
Someone has an empty glass which if its not filled will see them suffer or die.

Yes, money seems to get an unholy grasp on many when it comes their way,
They oft still pleading poverty though doing well before — and yet, how they play —
Yes, “Got to watch my money,” they say, tripping here and there, buying this or that,
While someone nearby shivers with cold, goes without, gets the proverbial pat.

Yes, life’s unfair, some pulling up the ladder behind them, others stuck below,
And they oft blamed for their own predicament and left in the rain, hail or snow.
So much for mercy, too bad some have learnt from their mistakes, for it’s “Take a walk,
Let me get on with polishing my Merc, I’m about to head off to New York.”

Well, sort of thing, money having come their way, though even if they’ve worked for it,
They’re still far better off, but that they are their brothers keeper they won’t admit.
And some of these folk even searching those op shops meant for the less well off, who,
Thereby benefit less thanks to these better off folk who can afford the new.

Yes, life’s unfair and always will be given that entrenched “me” mentality,
Which hollers, “Keep your cotton pickin’ fingers off what’s mine!”, or, “It’s my money!”
And why life calls for courage, an acceptance that makes things easier to bear
For nothing worsens our situation more than those things we refuse to bear.

But to those of you who’re better off, please give a little more.





40.  Where Profit's Injurious To All


Wise employers know that happy staff lead to higher profits — in other words, more incoming money,
And that happy staff lead to a well regarded company, less accidents, sickness and jealousy,
And that along with this, happy staff lead to a more productive and far happier community,
Which, at the end of the day, is once again in the best interests of any local company.

Yes, a company where whines, groans, arguments and complaints are fewer, and where there is less wastage too,
For happy staff take more care, show more thought, and less grudgingly some menial or unpleasant task do.
All of which is why an employer should treat his staff well, thus putting humanity before money,
For we don’t live to work, but work to live, though for the lucky few, their work is looked forward to daily.

At the end of the day, life’s all about people — others — not about me, greed, or piling up money,
Which, too often is learnt too late by those who’re acting selfishly rather than self-sacrificially.
And many of them employers who’re already more than comfortable, and yet still raking it in,
That is, at the wrongful expense of their staff, who though good employees, unfairness have to bear and grin.

So many employers encroach on their employee’s family time — that is, via staff meetings and so on,
Which could be accommodated during work hours, and then there’re other demands, which soon see more time gone.
And hence those problems that occur outside of work hours too, courtesy of such employers' thoughtlessness,
That is, their quest for higher profits (more filthy lucre), when the truth is, they’d still do well with far less.

By Lance Landall





Christian poem.


41.  Grant Me Heaps!


Dear God up in Heaven, please make me wealthy — I mean, seriously wealthy,
And then keep it coming, though not for my sake, but for others, and urgently!
You see, there’s so much that I could do to ease the misery of so many,
And on whose behalf I sorely beg — yes, please make me seriously wealthy.

I give my word that I’ll not use such for myself, other than where I have need,
Like a humble home, say (for I’ve none), and that from bills and debt I may be freed.
Yes, never for selfish indulgence, for there’s so many suffering today,
Yes, anxious and hurting people that I could help, if You’ll just send millions my way.

I want to do what most who’ve wealth do not do — that is, share ninety nine percent,
But I can only do such, if amidst Your plans and daily rule, You so consent.
I’m angry that so many die, that so many suffer, live in poverty,
While those who have so much dispense so little, if any, very selfishly.

Yes, make me wealthy, and please keep it coming, fill my cup each time it’s emptied,
And please respond with urgency, for down here on Earth, dear God, there’s so much need.
I don’t want wealth for wealth’s sake, and I don’t want wealth for me, so please, grant me heaps!
For in times like these, only someone heartless, such wealth squanders and Scrooge-like keeps.

By Lance Landall





42.  I'm Angry Today


Yes, I’m angry today, ’cause so many poor souls are going without while others have far more than they need,
And many of the latter flaunting their wealth, callously indulging in extravagance while these others bleed.
It’s wrong! It’s cruel! Plain unfair! Hence why the world needs a shake up, or at least those who’re acting so dreadfully,
Gorging themselves materially while others starve, die, suffer through not having, or live in poverty.

What’s even worse, many who’ve enough are still seeking more, bemoaning the amount of tax that they pay,
When these others can’t afford to visit doctors, put heaters on, get things they need, day after stressful day.
And those who've enough or more, oft put the boot in, turning on the welfare system and those in need of such,
And at that money that’s sorely needed for the protection of the ill and vulnerable, cruelly clutch.

Yes, not content with their lovely home (or have they two?), their flash cars, yacht, shares in some company, and so on,
They complain about some poor wretch who’s supposedly draining their pocket (whilst they trip to Spain or Saigon).
And whilst even on the make (’cause those with wealth are often the biggest takers, drainers and wasters), cry “Foul!”
When it’s the unfortunates who haven’t got, and are going without, who have more right to holler and howl.

All why on their behalf I rage, ’cause many need health care they can’t afford, oft not through some fault of their own,
And some not owning a house, even car — and as far as trips go, you’ve got to be kidding; then there’s that zone,
Yes, that district that those who’ve more than enough won’t buy in (even though it’s okay), thanks to their snobbery,
Oft another word for those who’re well up the ladder, though not all such people act as pathetically.

Then there’s those family situations where some have and some don’t, and where those who don’t, struggle financially,
While their siblings manage fine, yet seldom help, if at all, too caught up in that same selfish mentality.
Some even thinking that they can’t when they can, though such might mean going without something in order to give,
And that something being something they don’t need, but no, which as far as I’m concerned, is a sad way to live.

While the poor suffer, many who’re wealthy (thanks to pure indulgence), drain resources, strip supplies, charge sky-high,
Are on appalling wages — CEOs — thus draining tax payer’s money, greedily scoffing at the pie.
Yet, how oft the finger’s pointed elsewhere, whilst money lines the pockets of an elite, even secret few,
Where the real power is, even hidden agenda that’s working to gain more control of things, and us too.

Yes, I’m angry today, ’cause it’s not right that others suffer or die while others waste what could relieve and save,
While others just party, live in despotic luxury, wade in self-importance, indifferently behave,
Thereby joining the ranks of the selfish, callous and thoughtless who’ve cursed this Earth throughout its sad history,
’Cause such have no heart or conscience, or not much of each, and are effectively foes of humanity.


By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 2 Febuary 2020.




43. Selfish Hoarders


Many who have more than sufficient, are just adding to what they have, thereby acting most insensitively,
For despite having worked for such (though not necessarily), it doesn’t relieve them of their moral duty.
After all, only the heartless, callous and selfish wallow in their treasures while other people do it hard,
And they, having to deal with lame excuses that come from such tight-fisted better-off folk, for such cruelly bombard.

Strong words? Yes, but very needed words, for there are too many living well while others are struggling, anxious and ill,
And often through no fault of their own — and without that help they need, they’re left to ride that life robbing carousel.
And so it goes, for many people who have it, don’t like to part with it, and hasn’t that always been the way,
For there’s something about money and possessions that gets a grip on folk, and sees them selfish instincts obey.

You would think that the more people got, the more they would give, but alas, such generosity is seldom so,
But for the mere trickle of token gestures, often conscience appeasers, or could it be that it’s done for show?
And those few who do give lots, oft have a lot more, far more than they’ll ever need, which is much better shared than hoarded,
And bearing in mind that sharing also benefits the giver, for generosity is oft rewarded...

Whether that reward comes in the form of a clear conscience, a happier state of mind, or a returned favour,
As misfortune can also hit some who’re better off, who, if they’re generous folk, the same kindness may savour.
For those who’re very grateful for the help they receive, may one day be the giver rather than the receiver,
But wouldn’t it be nice, if regardless of how much folk have, they always sought to be a burden reliever?

By Lance Landall




44.  Just There For Themselves


It’s very clear that many who are in the people business, aren’t there for the people, but just there for themselves, be they:
Doctors, dentists, optometrists, audiologists, psychologists, specialists — and who therefore dismay.
Rather than viewing their occupation as a calling, they see such as a career, and even money tree,
For once they’re past initial outlays, be such study, equipment and so on, they sting like a demented bee.

Yes, such are seldom found amongst the ranks of the poor, but rather, despite all their whines, are doing very well,
Yet, charging what many people cannot afford, charges that their burgeoning bank account continues to swell.
And it’s the same with mechanics, plumbers, electricians, builders and so on, who though doing very nicely,
Still continue to rake in the money at others’ unfortunate expense — prices still as high, greedily.

Thus, bedside manner and customer services come second to money, if at all, for such just isn’t their scene,
Given that in their case, people are only a means to an end, but isn’t that the way it has always been?
That is, where there’s more interest in money than there is in people-cum-those who disgrace their profession or trade,
Via shoddy workmanship, lack of love, thought and care, or crippling charges, such due to a thinking that’s retrograde.

Yes, many with the skills and ability, are using such selfishly, seemingly not there for humanity,
And therefore, are lacking in that which should be foremost in their mind — such being compassion and sensitivity.
Hence how so many clients and patients suffer unduly, even terribly — a crime of sorts, quite frankly,
For surely such is a form of abuse, let alone moral bankruptcy, which just adds insult to injury.

By Lance Landall




Christian content or degree.

45.  Fallen Divisions


Rest assured God has no time for that lower class, middle class, upper class nonsense — sin, effectively,
'Cause such unnatural, fallen divisions God never intended be a part of humanity.
In His eyes all are equal, regardless of their background, lineage, assets, money or position,
And why He has clearly conveyed that He wants each Christian to have the same approach and recognition.

Though we might find ourselves classed in that middle or upper bracket, it shouldn’t be apparent in our manner,
Nor our behaviour, 'cause right into the very heart of the Gospel, such throws a rebellious spanner.
Christ came to break down such labelling, pigeon-holing, it the product of pride, unfairness and abuse,
'Cause when it comes to Earth’s bounties, all should share such, not feathering one’s own nest, which equates to misuse.

Such class distinctions are the outcome of the Fall, and why all who’ve wealth, or more than others, should take care,
'Cause God's watching closely, and taking careful note of just how much people keep, and just how much they share.
And rightly so, 'cause such conveys the true intent of one’s heart, and it’s the heart God’s interested in,
'Cause the heart, more than anything else, our destiny (be that eternal life or death) will determine.

The heart of the Gospel is all about putting others first (after Christ), and all those who love Him will,
Knowing that one shouldn’t make an idol of their possessions, 'cause such inevitably leads to ill.
Hence those class distinctions that many aspire to, that Jones mentality, such being nothing but pride,
A mentality and state that offends the Bridegroom who's looking for a humble, serving, giving bride.


By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 8 February 2020.



46.  A Funny Kind Of Love


We like to think we’re generous, but the truth is, our generosity oft only goes so far;
In other words, it’s cruelly selective — usually a case of, depending on who others are.
We hardly give 'till it hurts, nor in every way, but rather, more often are very choosy,
Which not only shows some flaw in us, but is a corrupted form of giving, which others can see.

Too many have a notebook mentality, a heartless tick the box list, which many hardly meet,
And there're some we won’t help again — no second chance, sort of thing — hence our pharisaic retreat.
Too bad some regret the way they once behaved after getting some help from us, having grown and learnt,
But not going to get that help they need again, even though we can afford to once again get burnt.

Therefore, they don’t get such, and we spend what we keep on what? Yes, more selfish wants, as opposed to real needs,
Whilst patting ourselves on the back over others that we’ve helped, which oft amounts to self-serving deeds.
Yes, on the one hand we’re generous and kind, and on the other, selective, hardnosed and  petty,
And we think we’re pretty good people — well, dream on, I say, 'cause it’s time that we faced reality.

The truth of the matter is, that we so oft whine whilst giving — in other words, we give reluctantly,
And in many cases, in order to appease our conscience (though Scrooge-like), just enough, miserly.
We’re great ones for fooling ourselves, but others aren’t so fooled, they knowing our good deeds are a veneer,
'Cause when push comes to shove, it’s a funny kind of love — and sad to say, such is more common than rare.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 11 February 2020.




47.  For Crying Out Loud, Just Give!


Yes, just give! — and when you’ve given, give again, and while at it, throw that hardnosed pen and notebook away,
Remembering that true charity sees the need, not the cause — and oh, how many are in need today,
Be they those who’re starving in other lands, a neighbour, relation, friend or stranger, so give without end,
Yes, even 'till it hurts, rather than adding icing to your cake, or some thoughtless indulgence defend.

Well, I mean to say, consider how much money most generally waste, buying what they hardly need,
While others battle poverty, die some horrid death, or really struggle, and oft thanks to others’ greed,
And where not plain greed, it's that “I want this” or “I want that too” list, and this, when they've enough already,
But no, they want a spa pool, a Mercedes, a flash looking house, or is it a conservatory?

Meantime many bleed, the strain oft ending marriages, splitting families-cum-plaguing society,
'Cause those who’ve not enough oft turn to crime, or somehow suffer emotionally or physically,
And many of them are angry at the injustice of such, which others could ease, or end so easily,
But no, they continuing to add to their comforts, even feeling hard done by, ridiculously.

Yes, too many who've enough think that they haven’t enough, and have no idea how the other half live,
In other words, what it's really like to go without, thanks to those who so selfishly refuse to give,
Or who give so little compared to what they could give, thus even ensuring that others won’t live,
And who thereby have innocent blood on their selfish hands, and why I say, "For crying out loud, just give!"

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 25 February 2020.




48.  Nothing Or Too Little


There are so many people in this world who haven’t received the thought and help they should have received,
Or to put it another way, who haven’t received the degree of thought and help they should have received.
And, let me add, thought and help that hasn’t come from their siblings-cum-family either, tragically,
Or the degree of thought and help that they should have received, which can soon lead to animosity,

An animosity that all should take care to prevent, 'cause such can see the aggrieved act badly,
Like injuriously towards those who didn’t show the thought and help that they should have, foolishly,
'Cause resentment and bitterness can fester midst the aggrieved one’s struggle that could’ve been relieved,
But that wasn’t relieved, excuses coming thick and fast, hence that baleful web that is often weaved,

And that results in some News Flash that we see, those incidents too oft seen within society,
All due to an unattended boiling pot that in time flipped its lid, and hey, not surprisingly,
'Cause many who struggle have personal issues that need the same thought and help, but that isn’t there,
Others too busy, distracted, indifferent, and even ignorantly and coldly severe.

They unable to see that those with such issues can’t always show the very same wisdom as they,
Given emotional scars that cloud, ill health, daily battles-cum-traps — oft caused by others, I must say.
Hence why midst complexities that plague the lives of many, sound judgment is prone to going astray,
But they not worthy of condemnation, 'cause hey, how can we expect otherwise, at the end of the day?

It’s so much easier to make the right decisions and do the right things when all’s well with us, or
To put it another way, when we aren’t afflicted as they, nor the same person as they, what’s more,
'Cause certain things affect people differently, backgrounds too, even where the same, unsurprisingly,
'Cause we’re all unique individuals, our inner self largely unexplored, still a mystery,

And thus we simply don’t know what nothing or too little may result in, though some of us can  guess,
Given what we’ve seen occur, or have experienced, be such a tragedy or deepening mess.
All why thought and help that's not forthcoming, or those token gestures, are oft perilous mistakes,
Or at the very least, a slap in the face of those already stinging, whom despair overtakes.

Yes, little or naught, when there should be something substantial or more oft, and more so from siblings, who,
Like the rest, oft don’t make the effort they should, don’t give until it hurts, nor understanding pursue.
But rather, sit in judgment, resenting the justified complaints from those given naught or too little,
And who in time may flip their lid, or simply just continue to struggle, and why so oft all’s not well.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 9 February 2020.





This poem was penned 19 December 2011.

49.  The Ninety Nine Percent


Today we’re hearing from those who call themselves The Ninety-Nine Percent, and to be frank, they’re hardly far from wrong,
For the wealth-cum-power of a few has been manipulating and controlling this old Earth for far too long.
Not that such should've been at all, for no one person or group should be riding roughshod over humanity,
And hence those strong voices of The Ninety-Nine Percent who are calling for an end to such criminality.

Ever since the beginning of this Earth’s history, there have been those who have sought to dominate and control,
And who, if they had their deluded and villainous way, would stamp all over humanity as a whole.
Such is why power should always be dispersed as widely as possible, and not placed in the hands of a few,
And why each nation shouldn’t be somehow tied to another, or to them all, as New World Orders seek to do.

However,

Danger can even lie in people power-cum-the voice of the majority, who, just as deludedly
Can trample on their dissenters too — the minority — which once again shouts tyranny and stupidity.
Hence why freedom of expression and civil-religious liberty-cum-human rights, should be untouchable,
For any who tinker with such, or trample on such, soon bring about ill-cum-that old historic carousel.

At the end of the day, all who seek freedom from tyranny and want a better way, must be above reproach,
That is, they mustn’t be willing to violate what they shouldn't in order to bring about change, lest they encroach.
That being, on the rights of others, for two wrongs don’t make a right, but rather, holler hypocrisy and folly,
For no matter who’s wanting what, “The end justifies the means” is where it all comes undone, eventually.

Thus, until “The end justifies the means” approach is dead and buried, there’s little hope of true peace and harmony,
For such a flawed approach has been used over and over again — and yes, by those on both sides, tragically.
The only way ahead lies in the complete repudiation of anything that violates human rights,
A path that’s free of selfishness, indifference and destructiveness — we not just voices, but bright and pure lights.

The way of The Ninety-Nine Percent needs to be transparent, a path where no one is thought a minority,
But rather, where all are treated with the same thought, care and respect, even should they think and act differently.
In other words, all must be free to walk according to their conscience, providing they don’t act violently,
For the way ahead must be free of any action that causes grief to any member of humanity.

Yes, protestors have come and gone, often midst destructiveness and lawlessness, they behaving just like their foe;
That is, they attempting to achieve their ends by acts from which many wrongs also flow.
For fighting fire with fire has never extinguished the flames of oppression, violence, hatred and bigotry,
But rather, has fuelled such, or left coal quietly smouldering away only to flare up again, insanely.

By Lance Landall




50.  Let All Pause


It’s so very sad when people have health issues that money could solve or ease,
And those around them, and even near, are somewhat blowing money as they please.
Sure it’s their money, and clearly they’ve a right to spend it as they wish, but hey,
How awful that so much suffering continues while good money goes astray,

Or to put it another way, while many people play.

Okay, perhaps folk aren’t blowing their money, but more making the most of it,
Spending it on this or that, they tripping here and there, reaping the benefit.
Well, they may deserve such, but selflessness runs to the beat of a higher cause,
And why when it comes to the spending of even hard-earned money, let all pause.

By Lance Landall




51.  Woe To The Heartless


We’re living in the days of the heartless, the love of so many growing cold, and,
When talk of doing this or that is largely just that, simply talk, more sleight of hand.
All why the lot of many who’re suffering is getting far worse, and also why
Racial taunts and bigotry are hardly waning despite the louder hue and cry.

Oh yes, we can legislate against this or that, but within the hearts of many
There’s not a single ounce of change, and given how things look now, there won’t be any.
For hatred, indifference and callousness are on the rise, and thus why we see
Murder after murder, bashings, robberies, rapes, plain lawlessness-cum-larceny.

Amazing how the Bible predicts such, but tell me, why on Earth would all this be,
As aren’t we supposed to be more civilized and enlightened? — yes, supposedly
For society’s going backwards, and come to think of it, there’re less boundaries,
And as far as morals, standards and values go — well, most folk just do as they please.

Anyway, back to those who’re suffering from the heartlessness that is seen today,
For such ill is a sure indication of something having gone badly astray.
Yes, for people are becoming more hardnosed, much cruller to many who’re in need,
Their changed mentality viewing such folk differently, ignoring them though they bleed.

Well, if not ignoring, not digging as deeply, they finding some excuse that suits,
Most folk living for themselves, lining their own pockets (how we tell folk by their fruits),
And thus they fulfilling prophecy (going by the Bible), and hence why we see
The vulnerable, disadvantaged and burdened-down suffering more intently.

Hence those harsher attacks on the welfare system, a badly needed safety net,
Which anyone of us could have good reason to call upon sometime, don’t forget.
But such not affordable, some say (where it’s not based on some ideology),
Well, I disagree, believing that where there’s the will there’s a way, for such should be.

And more so these days given how things are getting tougher for the man in the street,
Who due to the likes of unemployment or ill health, his loved ones needs mightn’t meet.
Hence why many are struggling, beset by this or that, only to be kicked when down,
And why beneath such cruelty, much hardship, heartache, their issues and pain, many drown.

Therefore, will you respond or be numbered amongst the heartless, the worsening throng,
Who, despite often being better off, sing that tired old “They’re bleeding our money” song.
Well, so much for living for others, charity that sees the need and not the cause,
And why the struggles of others, and that growing heartlessness, should have us all pause.

By Lance Landall




52.  Unlock That Pocket


We can go on and on about some folk not acting very responsibly,
Or about teaching folk to fish rather than giving fish, such talk so easy,
But meantime, let’s err on the side of charity, willing generosity,
That all may be happier and thus much less unrest within society.

It doesn’t do any of us any good where there’s other folk suffering,
And why it’s best to keep the cap on discontent, lest from such, more ill soon spring,
And yes, be their situation of their own making, for we all make mistakes,
And turning things around can take time, and meantime, there’s those miserable aches.

Yes, aches that afflict the lives of someone’s partner or child, not to mention them,
Whom others won’t change for the better if they piously withhold or condemn.
It being more a case of befriending them, gradually helping them to see,
But meantime showing thought and compassion via unconditional charity.

Our lives are short, and that of less wiser folk too, of whom we should spare more pain,
Such being the loving thing to do, and one day they treating us just as humane.
And by that I mean, should we mess up, fall on hard times, and thereby ache as well,
Hoping that no one will pull out some check list before responding to our ill.

By Lance Landall




53.  Don't Knock Beneficiaries


Grant raised his head and looked at his dad who was wistfully looking out the window;
A man who’d seen the best and worst of life, and those changes that so oft come and go.
His father was a good man, who sought the best for all, believing such right and fair,
And as far as troubles and heartache go, Grant's father had certainly had his share.

“Why are folk so hard on beneficiaries, Dad, some political parties too,
That single out those on welfare, and midst anti-welfare cries, tougher lines pursue?”
“Well, son, in my experience, such is often linked to some ideology,
One that’s seriously flawed, but attractive to those who’ve a certain mentality.

And, I might add, who tend to vote for those parties that view welfare negatively,
Picking up on that anti-beneficiary sentiment, very ignorantly.
Many have no idea what’s going on in the life of some beneficiary,
Yet, just like jackals, or armchair critics, attack or pass judgment injuriously.

Not everyone’s hard on beneficiaries, son, it’s just a certain quarter who are,
A very vocal group, who when they get their way, invaribly take things too far.
And as a result, they simply exchange one problem for another — a worse one,
For when folk have their backs against the wall, they turn to anything, perhaps a gun.

You see, when folk are fearful, unable to cope, they do what they can to get by,
Which sees lawfulness fly out the window, and criminality diversify.
Don’t get me wrong, son, I’m not condoning such, and not all will turn their hands to crime,
But one thing’s for sure, troubles by the bucket load are only a matter of time.

The welfare system is the country’s heart, son, and that heart needs to beat really well,
For there’ll always be those who’re out of work, those who’re unable to cope, those who’re ill.
Yes, better a fence at the top of the cliff, than an ambulance waiting below,
Which any with a genuine love for humanity, son, well and truly know.

When we’re harsh on beneficiaries, we also adversely affect their family,
Which simply causes ripples in the pond, ripples that reach deep into society.
And hence why we’re better to err on the side of wastage and generosity,
Which means leaning a little more left than right, given balance seems a rarity.”

“What about bludgers, Dad?”  “Oh, you’ll always get those, son, but they’re a minority,
A very small number in the scheme of things, who’re surely sorted out easily.
But they’re not the only ones ripping off the system, for so are the majority,
Be that via so-called little sins, or larger ones, that siphon and drain just as badly.

There’re so many on the make, son, including many who are higher up the scale,
Who very hypocritically point to beneficiaries and hard done by wail.
And there’re those who’re doing nicely, who should be counting their blessings, but oh no,
Seems they’re far too busy counting losses, and pointing the finger at so-and-so.

Too many think they’ve the answers, or can’t see past their pocket, behaving selfishly,
And are ignorant of the complexities in the life of some beneficiary.
Many on a benefit, and who hate being on one, are trapped by circumstances, and,
Rather than harsher measures, need our understanding, or a larger helping hand.

Too many people, including politicians, are out of touch with reality;
They're living in a world that is far removed from that of the beneficiary.
And far too often, those who hold the purse strings, have an accountant mentality,
Only thinking in terms of things financially, and effectively, inhumanely.

The welfare system is necessary, son, and only one drain financially,
But for some reason, it’s a convenient scapegoat, maligned and hammered unfairly.
Some things are best just lived with, son, rather than picked on, and at the end of the day,
Too many see things in just black and white terms, when things are often a shade of grey.”

By Lance Landall


And hey, where are the appropriate jobs?
You may also like to check out my page called: Welfare, My Perspective.





This poem was penned on 27 Nov 2013.

54.  Dear Prime Minister


I’m alarmed that your party’s selling our country’s assets, or partially so,
For soon our country will be less well off, much money going offshore, you know,
And we having less to spend on maintenance and improvements, and in its wake,
We also paying more for necessities given what those shareholders take,

And oh, those bigger bills that break the camel's back, and why many lie awake.

And tell me, Sir, what’s with the slash and burn, that attack on beneficiaries,
And those renting government houses? They being the first to feel some fiscal squeeze,
As are any who’re simply trying to make ends meet, such as the working class,
Who aren’t trying to live up to a certain life-style, but watching fate’s hour glass.

Better men leaning on shovels than out of work or on a low benefit,
And anxious of that slash and burn, and they becoming depressed, even unfit,
Or taking such out on the wife and kids, stealing or committing suicide,
Your party having exchanged one problem for another, widened the divide.

It seems your party’s head isn’t connected to its heart — and just as crazy,
Your opposition’s heart isn’t connected to its head, and thus why we see,
People on the left and people on the right, sense and balance having got lost,
And what might be the cost? A coming bitter winter, I say, going by the frost.

Some might call it arrogance, Sir, and others ask: "Is it some ideology,
Short-sightedness, or some agenda that’s behind many of these things we see?"
Could it be all the above, not to mention the self serving? For one thing's clear,
We’re living in a different world, some at the wheel who don’t know how to steer,

And others who only their way wish to steer.

All why our best produce is going offshore, and badly needed contracts too,
Hence that higher unemployment and loss of skills from jobs that our folk could do.
And why it all seems back to front, our country becoming less self-sufficient,
And only the financially viable managing, the rest of us skint.

Sure that small group of shareholders who live here may profit, and those who're wealthy,
But we're losing industries, we now so dependant on things from overseas.
And come some blip, down we all slip, free trade having cost, privatization too,
For some things need to be protected, and some not sold, or come our Waterloo.

And meantime, how many jobs have gone?

And as for those beneficiaries, most need a hand up, not a harder kick,
Many of them trapped due to this or that, health worries and debt up to their neck.
All why I’m alarmed, Sir, for there’re bigger drains on the country’s purse, you know,
And far more money going west via those at the top than those on peanuts below.

By Lance Landall




55.  I Hope You're Tired Of It Too


I’m tired of all that beneficiary bashing, that stigma they’re forced to bear,
Thanks to many who aren’t suffering the same, but who criticize from some chair.
And they saying it’s all about attitude, getting off one’s backside — oh dear —
As if it were as simple as that, and thus why I’ve put pen to paper here.

Yes, many folk make bad choices that see them in predicaments, hence their cry,
But such folk are oft incapable of making the right choices, and here’s why:
They suffering from emotional issues, enter stress, fear, anxiety,
Obsessions, addictions, insecurities, deep scars or depression, sadly,

And help not there like it should be, or not as much as it really needs to be.

Hence why such folk struggle to get beyond it all, even adding to their woes,
Frustration and desperation taking over, and where might such end? Who knows?
For some it’s suicide, and others take it out on society somehow,
Though in the main, most simply battle their way through astride a weak straining bough,

They possibly victims of abuse and a home where there was row after row.

The purpose of the welfare safety net is to spare such folk from further ill,
And those who’re in the firing line, hurt and anger oft drawing from a deep well.
Well, I mean to say, who knows how much a negative background plays a part, and
Mounting debt, health problems, cruel remarks, indifference and those kids that weren’t planned?

And some government’s tight-fisted policies or bias aggravating things,
And oh, how oft we see a lack of balance-cum-those crazy left and right swings.
And suffering from it all, not only one’s country, but the vulnerable,
Folk who’re poor or on a benefit, and little happening to ease their ill.

Sure there are outright bludgers and folk who do need to get off their butt, but hey,
Who are we to say who such folk are — and listen, there is a right and wrong way.
Yes, too much evil surmising goes on, and ignorance is oft a cruel thing,
For those who point when minus someone’s case history just take a random swing.

The issues within a person's life can be complex, and all not as it seems,
But rather, they riddled with problems, oft close to coming apart at the seams.
In other words, they emotionally handicapped, crippled, or somewhat so,
And such made worse when they're up against the wall or fielding off another blow.

What's clear is that there will always be these needy folk within society,
And hey, the welfare net simply another kind of insurance policy.
One that beneficiaries also contribute to via tax that they pay too,
And dare it be removed given that the next one in need of it may be you!

By Lance Landall





POWERPOINT PRESENTATION

This PowerPoint presentation (about poverty-cum-starvation, and which contains music) was put together by someone who I don't know, but who was very taken with my poem on the subject:
I'VE A DUTY, I'VE A REASON
This early poem was upgraded on 5th February 2016 (partly due to the over use and incorrect use of commas which showed my gramatical lacking then) but not upgraded on the PowerPoint itself; such beyond my control.