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		By: toto che handala		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[vision of humanity

                                                                                       by toto che handala

Someday 
i see 
a time 
when all of humanity
becomes one nation
a species
 living in harmony
 by symbiosis
a race
 no longer
at war with itself
the community of humanity 
united by their love
 not separated by their hate

i no longer see
 the extremes of rich and poor
the inequity
of the have and have not’s
when  a population 
is no longer consumed 
by its hedonistic pursuits
its fidelity and allegiance
 is to humanism and compassion
tolerance and unselfishness

A vision of humanity
by which today 
you  may say 
i am
 just a wide-eyed dreamer and unrealistic
but I state unequivocally
 that this day is nigh
 and coming  bright
 as a mid afternoons sun 
though you may not perceive it
 since it is your reality
 that is a temporal allusion

The epiphany
when humanity discovers its humanity
Is no longer
a mass of locust
 consuming blindly  into obesity
when we clean up our mess
 return this place 
back into the garden 
that it once was

This day 
is irrefutable
because
it is inevitable
faith
 is the strength 
but foresight is lucid as chi
for are we destined
for goodness not evil
are we not 
scattered seeds 
of an immeasurable mystery?

Within 
each and everyone of us
you deem judged
 the most vile
the most divine
we are all destined
 to walk the same path
that path 
is back
 to the source of the infinite cloud
to the Dao, maker of light

What amazes me
 by far
is this future
 so few embrace
At the tips of their fingers 
they feel it not
in front of their faces 
 still they see it not
but I know 
its there
just as surly as you are here
and I am not
it is you
understand?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>vision of humanity</p>
<p>                                                                                       by toto che handala</p>
<p>Someday<br />
i see<br />
a time<br />
when all of humanity<br />
becomes one nation<br />
a species<br />
 living in harmony<br />
 by symbiosis<br />
a race<br />
 no longer<br />
at war with itself<br />
the community of humanity<br />
united by their love<br />
 not separated by their hate</p>
<p>i no longer see<br />
 the extremes of rich and poor<br />
the inequity<br />
of the have and have not’s<br />
when  a population<br />
is no longer consumed<br />
by its hedonistic pursuits<br />
its fidelity and allegiance<br />
 is to humanism and compassion<br />
tolerance and unselfishness</p>
<p>A vision of humanity<br />
by which today<br />
you  may say<br />
i am<br />
 just a wide-eyed dreamer and unrealistic<br />
but I state unequivocally<br />
 that this day is nigh<br />
 and coming  bright<br />
 as a mid afternoons sun<br />
though you may not perceive it<br />
 since it is your reality<br />
 that is a temporal allusion</p>
<p>The epiphany<br />
when humanity discovers its humanity<br />
Is no longer<br />
a mass of locust<br />
 consuming blindly  into obesity<br />
when we clean up our mess<br />
 return this place<br />
back into the garden<br />
that it once was</p>
<p>This day<br />
is irrefutable<br />
because<br />
it is inevitable<br />
faith<br />
 is the strength<br />
but foresight is lucid as chi<br />
for are we destined<br />
for goodness not evil<br />
are we not<br />
scattered seeds<br />
of an immeasurable mystery?</p>
<p>Within<br />
each and everyone of us<br />
you deem judged<br />
 the most vile<br />
the most divine<br />
we are all destined<br />
 to walk the same path<br />
that path<br />
is back<br />
 to the source of the infinite cloud<br />
to the Dao, maker of light</p>
<p>What amazes me<br />
 by far<br />
is this future<br />
 so few embrace<br />
At the tips of their fingers<br />
they feel it not<br />
in front of their faces<br />
 still they see it not<br />
but I know<br />
its there<br />
just as surly as you are here<br />
and I am not<br />
it is you<br />
understand?</p>
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		<title>
		By: toto che handala		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[toto che handala]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2015 13:13:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dulce Et Decorum Est III &#038; A Taste of Armageddon
(Or the Empire has no Clothes but a Disposition Matrix)


In due homage
 to Horace, Owen &#038; Mikhail
 i humbly nod


for how sweet &#038; glorious 
it must be to kill or die
for God &#038; country
via pompous duty 
asphyxiatingly-wrapped
 in faux honor
 and a fools pride

so c&#039;mon kiddies, 
any up for good jingo sport?
who’s hungry &#038; poor,
who wants to play
the hubris &#039;anything for profit&#039; killing game?

As newspapers rah rah 
pied piper patriotism
with journalistic integrity 
&#038; objectivity ha ha!
as a new battle/fear lies just around the corner 
&#038; armed forces day just weeks away hooray!

rally loyal citizens 
to whitewash warm innocuous blood 
off disgraced musket &#038; sullied polluted flag
strike up the marching parade
 manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!

Awaken &#038; open thine eyes
chauvinistic folk 
come &#038; see
 your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality 

As you’re liable
for this appalling 
tax-paid supported violence
you&#039;ve exported to hamlets &#038; villages

Assaulting families
who’ve never 
did you any harm 
in lands you&#039;ve never heard of
or care less for
so step on up
one &#038; all

Take a trip 
to the overflowing morgues
 filled with small smashed bodies
 once toddlers
 full of laughter &#038; life

Deeply inhale
the rancid stench 
of scorched flesh
crispy burnt
to a black  bubbly mass
by phosphorus 

Gaze into doll dead eyes
frozen forever
by shock &#038; awe
renditioned 
via your God blessed terror from above

From atop a cold gurney 
a stiff  finger of a tiny hand
amidst a mish-mosh of mangled flesh
 bulls-eyed at you war supporters

Watch
 as grief-stricken father’s
 zombie-wander
 in shattered silence
sifting through ragged debris 
devastating destruction 
searching
for lost sons
missing daughters

Discovering 
ripped wet mangled body parts 
strewn out as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle
taking home
 the ear, the hand, the foot
 to be quietly buried 
while 6000 miles away
 heroes giggle and snicker
 calling this crime 
&#039;bugsplat&#039;

Harken 
to the heart-piercing shrieks
as soul-torn asunder mothers
wail like howling wild animals
as they find their loves buried
broken &#038; bloody 
in the rubble
of your glorious works

Then if you can
please explain
to the unresponsive moaning
neonatal orphan
why your armed forces 
just murdered his parents
by accident
 then wave a condolence payment
like juicy bait in his face

Celebrate
as your special op-forces 
silently &#038; quickly
dig out bullets
from civilian bodies
to cover their tracks
from being at the wrong address
again 

Declare as a national holiday
murdered  women at a bridal shower
or when
4 kids are droned to smithereens 
while tending sheep
rejoice
in exported evil exploits
as great american victories
for which your war crimes always are

Trust  flim-flam,
the PR propaganda spin
from subjective mass media
obey leaders and church leaders
pay your  taxes
which finances anglo-terrorism 
through illegal &#038; immoral aggressive violence

Raise your filthy faux flag 
higher higher ever higher 
to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie
however
dear good christian citizens
no civic rag 
could ever soar over
the sick slaying of the innocent

Consider Fallujha
surrounded &#038; caged
as the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants
are shot, burned &#038; barbequed 
like slaughtered sitting ducks
in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery 

Ponder
upon your sanctimonious attack
at a school in Bajour
where 69 children are massacred by joystick
as you deceive yourself
into believing
it did not happen
washing your hands
turning as you walk away

This is Sand Creek
Wounded Knee
My Lai
Haditha
too many other mass-media
contorted &#038; distorted great triumphs

To wit
no doubt in my mind
the next war crime called
a ‘battle’ 
or a ‘humanitarian bombing’
will be patriotically anointed too
of course
ta ta]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dulce Et Decorum Est III &amp; A Taste of Armageddon<br />
(Or the Empire has no Clothes but a Disposition Matrix)</p>
<p>In due homage<br />
 to Horace, Owen &amp; Mikhail<br />
 i humbly nod</p>
<p>for how sweet &amp; glorious<br />
it must be to kill or die<br />
for God &amp; country<br />
via pompous duty<br />
asphyxiatingly-wrapped<br />
 in faux honor<br />
 and a fools pride</p>
<p>so c&#8217;mon kiddies,<br />
any up for good jingo sport?<br />
who’s hungry &amp; poor,<br />
who wants to play<br />
the hubris &#8216;anything for profit&#8217; killing game?</p>
<p>As newspapers rah rah<br />
pied piper patriotism<br />
with journalistic integrity<br />
&amp; objectivity ha ha!<br />
as a new battle/fear lies just around the corner<br />
&amp; armed forces day just weeks away hooray!</p>
<p>rally loyal citizens<br />
to whitewash warm innocuous blood<br />
off disgraced musket &amp; sullied polluted flag<br />
strike up the marching parade<br />
 manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!</p>
<p>Awaken &amp; open thine eyes<br />
chauvinistic folk<br />
come &amp; see<br />
 your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality </p>
<p>As you’re liable<br />
for this appalling<br />
tax-paid supported violence<br />
you&#8217;ve exported to hamlets &amp; villages</p>
<p>Assaulting families<br />
who’ve never<br />
did you any harm<br />
in lands you&#8217;ve never heard of<br />
or care less for<br />
so step on up<br />
one &amp; all</p>
<p>Take a trip<br />
to the overflowing morgues<br />
 filled with small smashed bodies<br />
 once toddlers<br />
 full of laughter &amp; life</p>
<p>Deeply inhale<br />
the rancid stench<br />
of scorched flesh<br />
crispy burnt<br />
to a black  bubbly mass<br />
by phosphorus </p>
<p>Gaze into doll dead eyes<br />
frozen forever<br />
by shock &amp; awe<br />
renditioned<br />
via your God blessed terror from above</p>
<p>From atop a cold gurney<br />
a stiff  finger of a tiny hand<br />
amidst a mish-mosh of mangled flesh<br />
 bulls-eyed at you war supporters</p>
<p>Watch<br />
 as grief-stricken father’s<br />
 zombie-wander<br />
 in shattered silence<br />
sifting through ragged debris<br />
devastating destruction<br />
searching<br />
for lost sons<br />
missing daughters</p>
<p>Discovering<br />
ripped wet mangled body parts<br />
strewn out as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle<br />
taking home<br />
 the ear, the hand, the foot<br />
 to be quietly buried<br />
while 6000 miles away<br />
 heroes giggle and snicker<br />
 calling this crime<br />
&#8216;bugsplat&#8217;</p>
<p>Harken<br />
to the heart-piercing shrieks<br />
as soul-torn asunder mothers<br />
wail like howling wild animals<br />
as they find their loves buried<br />
broken &amp; bloody<br />
in the rubble<br />
of your glorious works</p>
<p>Then if you can<br />
please explain<br />
to the unresponsive moaning<br />
neonatal orphan<br />
why your armed forces<br />
just murdered his parents<br />
by accident<br />
 then wave a condolence payment<br />
like juicy bait in his face</p>
<p>Celebrate<br />
as your special op-forces<br />
silently &amp; quickly<br />
dig out bullets<br />
from civilian bodies<br />
to cover their tracks<br />
from being at the wrong address<br />
again </p>
<p>Declare as a national holiday<br />
murdered  women at a bridal shower<br />
or when<br />
4 kids are droned to smithereens<br />
while tending sheep<br />
rejoice<br />
in exported evil exploits<br />
as great american victories<br />
for which your war crimes always are</p>
<p>Trust  flim-flam,<br />
the PR propaganda spin<br />
from subjective mass media<br />
obey leaders and church leaders<br />
pay your  taxes<br />
which finances anglo-terrorism<br />
through illegal &amp; immoral aggressive violence</p>
<p>Raise your filthy faux flag<br />
higher higher ever higher<br />
to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie<br />
however<br />
dear good christian citizens<br />
no civic rag<br />
could ever soar over<br />
the sick slaying of the innocent</p>
<p>Consider Fallujha<br />
surrounded &amp; caged<br />
as the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants<br />
are shot, burned &amp; barbequed<br />
like slaughtered sitting ducks<br />
in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery </p>
<p>Ponder<br />
upon your sanctimonious attack<br />
at a school in Bajour<br />
where 69 children are massacred by joystick<br />
as you deceive yourself<br />
into believing<br />
it did not happen<br />
washing your hands<br />
turning as you walk away</p>
<p>This is Sand Creek<br />
Wounded Knee<br />
My Lai<br />
Haditha<br />
too many other mass-media<br />
contorted &amp; distorted great triumphs</p>
<p>To wit<br />
no doubt in my mind<br />
the next war crime called<br />
a ‘battle’<br />
or a ‘humanitarian bombing’<br />
will be patriotically anointed too<br />
of course<br />
ta ta</p>
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