Transfixed

 

 

Hey, watch me!

See how fast I am moving?

You may think I am stuck here

But really, I am grooving.

 

What you think you see

Is not what is happening,

You perceive I am motionless

But I am actually moving.

 

A lot of trans going on

And in some cases, legally so,

Woman today and man tomorrow

Never mind the pappy show.

 

The law is about trans too:

Trans from sense to nonsense,

But I just want to be who I am

And I mean no offense.

 

Just like you want to be you

Leave me as me, please,

Transfixed you can call me that

And I don’t mean to tease.

 

I really fear for our children

Especially the innocent ones

For by the time they grow up

Reality will be gone.

 

 

Trans-reality will be rife

Nothing will be wrong or right

Absolutes will have disappeared

No difference re day and night.

 

Two plus two will be whatever,

Ten minus six will be it depends

And a thing may be laying down

And at the same time upend.

 

Me? I will be transfixed

Meaning what that really means,

Motionless, even hypnotized,

Not as some may deem.

 

Transfixed as in spellbound

At the nonsense going on,

Not trans-present as in while here

But yet still I am gone.

 

 

“Your honour, it was a man”

“But how can you be sure?”

“He was bearded and muscular,

Need I say more?”

 

“Not forty years ago

But surely in this modern day,

For back then a man was still a man

Even though he was gay.

 

Everything is changing,

Even transfixed means moving,

Transman is really a woman

And this is really confusing.”

 

So, see me? I am transfixed,

Meaning definitely staying my ground,

I have the reality that up is up

And down is truly down.

 

It used to take a magician

To confuse one’s reality,

Now it takes an elected politician

To legalize one’s stupidity.

 

I repeat, I fear for our children,

Especially those at risk

Who being robbed of their childhood

Will continue to drift.

 

Called on to make decisions

As though they were already adults

And the nature of these decisions

Is nothing more than insults.

 

 

Exposed to a biology

That in no way relates to science

And a proposed family structure

Viewing the Bible in defiance.

 

I frown on this scholarship;

This so-call scholarship it seems

That seeks to uphold human rights

And yet human life demeans.

 

Transfixed, I call this poem

To play on the popular trans

That has an entire world fascinated

As the LGBTQ executes its plans.

 

Here is a call from me to you

To remain resolute and fixed,

Transfixed may be a tad confusing

But you can focus on the fixed.

 

Stewart Russell © June 12, 2023

 

The Burden of Proof

 

 

If I claim what I am not

Am I telling the truth?

And if I say, that’s how I feel

Is that acceptable proof?

 

If the truth is what it’s not

Then what is a lie?

A lie would be the truth

Can’t you see why?

 

They would be synonyms

Words that mean the same

Hence, right now you think

That I am insane.

 

This kind of argument

Is prevalent these days,

We have gone stark raving mad

In so many ways.

 

 

Truth is a feeling

That burns deep inside

And once I sincerely feel it

That truth cannot be denied.

 

There is a truth for you

And a truth for me,

And though diametrically opposing

It is the truth that we see.

 

I see it as black

While you see it as white,

We are both correct

The two are alike.

 

 

 

Similarities in differences

Difference in similarities

Truth and falsehood

Are established parities.

 

Established in the sense

That it was not always so

But given our recent knowledge

It’s a fact we now know.

 

I fear for our children

I hope you can see why,

The goalposts have been moved,

On what can we rely?

 

 

What will our teachers teach

If a lie is the truth?

Hence the title above:

That is the burden of proof.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019

 

They Want Our Children Too

 

 

They have captured many adults

But they are still not satisfied,

They want to have our children too

And they will do it in style.

 

They are diligently working their way

Into our children’s classrooms

And under the cover of education

They aim to have them soon.

 

All that outdated hogwash

About this present binary gender

Will be a thing of the past quite soon

And just barely remembered...

For procreation purposes only

Until that is needed no more,

With advancing medical science

There will be much more in store.

 

Our children are their future

They must be ready for the change,

Hence, the subtle manipulation

So at first it won’t seem strange.

 

Like the contented frogs

That had eventually died

When the water was gradually heated

And they met their demised.

 

The container was left uncovered

They could easily jump out,

But they were happy in the water

This was better than any drought.

 

The frogs never really noticed

That the water was getting hot

And when it reached its boiling point,

They were all cooked in the pot.

 

 

This is a serious lesson for parents

And to responsible adults too,

They are coming for your children

Do not let them deceive you.

 

Monitor your children closely

Show them that you care,

Tell them that you love them

And keep them in constant prayer.

 

Be their trusted confidant

Be the support on which they can lean,

Show them that God and you and them

Will always be a winning team.

 

Don’t take this admonition lightly

They want our children too,

We must do everything in our power

To prevent this from coming true.

Satan’s agents are near and far

They are at home, at church, at school,

Do not let him catch you unaware

Please, do not become his tool.

 

Be aware of Satan’s enticements

He is a specialist in traps and snares,

Do not try to fight him on your own

God is the only one he fears.

 

Stewart Russell © October 2019