The Undesirables

 

 

This world is too crowded

The population’s too huge,

We must rid us of most of them

Which ones will we choose?

 

Let’s think about the races

That’s a good place to start,

Which colour predominately

Do we want out of our park?

 

We have yellow and red

And there are bronze and black,

Three of them at this time

We can give some slack.

 

Though it’s colour we want

We’ll settle for the blacks,

Let’s get rid of those first

At the top of the stack.

 

 

They are most undesirable

Though, not in the past,

Back then they served us well

But as our slave class.

 

Now they want equal rights

And think we are unfair,

It is time those undesirables

Just disappear.

 

We can starve them out

Or let them have a feast

Particularly on those things

That make them deceased.

 

Let us create a virus

To which they are susceptible

And deprive them of a vaccine

That makes it irreversible.

 

Let us build up stress

So that they will want to die

And the police can take them out

Once they defy.

 

Blacks are the undesirables,

The other colours are too

But for the time being

The blacks will do.

 

 

Too small is our global village

For these undesirables,

The poor class is next;

Their demise is inevitable.

 

They are eating up the food

That is in store for us,

They are demanding more

And creating a big fuss.

 

They too must go

'And the sooner the better'

That brings us to creed

But that’s a different matter.

 

 

Colour, class and creed:

That’s how we will proceed

Then we will deal with our own

If they do not heed.

 

The rich will rule the weak

Or we’ll get rid of them,

Soon we’ll have the right numbers

To solve our problem.

 

Did you notice who is left?

It is the white rich class:

Their obsessive right to rule

Goes way back in the past.

 

They will take out their own

When there’s no more to take out,

That’s what the undesirables

Is all about.

 

 

This world is too crowded

The population’s too huge,

We must rid us of most of them

Which ones will we choose?

 

Stewart Russell © July 2020

 

 

Just a Regular Habit

 

 

 

Solve this puzzle

Figure this riddle

One is uncomfortable

It’s a real hassle

 

What is it?

A regular habit

Here’s a bit

And there’s a bit

 

In the muscles

And in the joints

Then in the bones

To make a point

 

It’s never tangible

So I cannot touch

I cannot see it

But I feel it so much

 

It’s all the time

Particularly with age

Respects no person

At any stage

 

A puzzle sometimes

As to source

But make no mistake

It’s a compelling force

 

It troubles the mind

And robs of sleep

You may doze

But nothing deep

 

Sometimes it’s masked

Sometimes deferred

Nothing one likes

Nothing to be desired

 

Medication helps

Only for a time

Soon it’s back

To mess with the mind

 

Babies have it

To the aged it’s habit

The youth a bit

To all it gives a fit

 

It’s a mechanism

In the system

But medication

Masks the problem

 

When it’s around

Something’s wrong

Affects the weak

As well as the strong

 

Robs of energy

Affects one’s health

Shows no respect

For those with wealth

 

 

Affects the living

Never the dead

Troubles the foot

Annoys the head

 

Solve this puzzle

Figure this riddle

One is uncomfortable

It’s a real hassle

 

Spoils your features

Lines you face

Makes you squirm

With every pace

 

Can be excruciating

Sometimes dull

Recessive sometimes

But often full

 

Can be long lasting

Or for a season

Or apparently sometimes

For no reason

 

Some will argue

That cannot be

Something is wrong

If it finds you or me

 

What is it?

A regular habit

Here’s a bit

And there’s a bit

 

In the muscles

And in the joints

Then in the bones

To make a point

 

Something’s wrong

Have it checked

If you don’t

You may regret

 

 

It’s just like sin

It will nag and nag

Get to the source

Do not lag

 

Fix the symptom

Won’t fix the problem

There is a source

From which it stemmed

 

Fix the source

Will fix the symptom

Jesus is the answer

To the sin problem

 

Back to the start

What is it?

I am sure by now

You have a bit

 

For the answer

Search yourself

You will find it

No matter your health

 

Be patient

And you’ll get it

And you will see

It’s a regular habit

 

Solve this puzzle

Figure this riddle

One is uncomfortable

It’s a real hassle

 

If not now

Just wait a while

It’s never out of fashion

Or out of style

 

Stewart Russell © 2017

 

Money

I believe I work harder now

Than I have ever worked before

Particular in the area of the mind:

In that area I’m working more.

I know I spend more time sitting

So thoughts run through my mind

And I feel an urge to express them

Almost each and every time.

Like today I was just pondering

About this thing we call money

Who or what is its source?

I know that sounds kind of funny.

You hear about six-figure salaries

About millionaires and billionaires

And what strikes this runaway mind of mine

Is that all of this just isn’t fair.

Why do some have so little?

Why do some have more than enough?

Why do some have none at all?

Why do these have life so rough?

How could some own banks

As though they are a government

Or huge financial corporations

And still never seem content?

From where do they get the idea

That as long as someone else has money

They feel they must get that too?

Certainly that must be a form of gluttony

As a matter of fact it seems to me

That some control the money source

And block it wherever and whenever

So that another’s hands are forced.

I once heard from a friend of mine

An outstanding accountant is he

That money at no time leaves the system

Even when some go on a spending spree.

It changes hands and location,

Usually it goes from the poor to the rich

Who allow a little bit to trickle back;

Perhaps this is their little trick.

It works for them; it really does

That’s why the poor will always be poor,

They spend their money with the rich

And the rich just get more and more.

Not only does this occur with people

But it happens to countries too,

Hundreds of poor countries around the world

Are forced to spend with the rich few.

Money appears to me like water

That flows from the top of the hill,

The ones who control it are at the top

They always have more than their fill.

They impede the flow as they see fit

And open the dam to allow a trickle

Knowing quite well it will return to them

For the recipients must spend the little.

Meanwhile they have more than enough

That they can hoard and accumulate,

Not for a rainy day as in the poor man’s case

But to increase the demand for their sake.

Whenever we think of money

A number of images come to mind:

For the poor and poverty stricken

It is paper or cash by which it is defined.

For the moderately rich it’s a bank account

Somewhere in the thousands vicinity

But for the filthy rich and that’s a range

They have both worth and liquidity.

Some are millionaires of the multi-type

And these have accumulated their millions

But a few are richer than third world countries

With estates worth tens of billions.

But where is God in all of this?

Why does He allow such to occur?

Sometimes in running the affairs of the church

There are projects that have to be deferred.

Not because they are unnecessary

But because there is not enough money

And God owns the cattle on a thousand hills,

I am sure you find this rather funny.

But Jesus once told a Roman Governor

“My kingdom is not of this world.”

Find John chapter 18 and verse 6

And you will find it there in God’s Word.

“Here we have no continuing city,”

Hebrews 13:14 states “But we seek one to come.”

There will be wealth far exceeding billions

When Jesus ushers in his coming kingdom.

Therein there will not be a “have-not”

And no one will dam the flow,

There will be more than enough for every one

And God, who cannot lie, says it’s so.

Regarding many of the world’s richest

They already have their reward,

They have toiled for this world’s mammon

And their soul’s salvation abhorred.

“For the love of money is the root of all evil.”

According to verse 10 of 1^st Timothy chapter 6,

From this it should be clear in everyone’s mind

That when money rules we are in a fix.

Do not lay up for yourselves earthly treasures

Where thieves will break in and steal

But lay up for yourselves, treasures in heaven

The result of which Matthew 6:20 reveals.

This world’s wealth will wane and decay,

A little money will help in this life

But an obsession with it will destroy its quality

And will bring mostly bitterness and strife.

Money will probably help just up to the grave

And encourage an elaborate turnout

But it won’t buy a fan to quell hell’s flames

Or a lozenge for sore throat when you shout.

Stewart Russell © November 2017

Vote Buying

 

If vote buying were right

It would be for the rich,

It could not be for the poor

Some couldn’t buy a stitch.

Remember a time long ago

When the poor couldn’t vote

One had to have land

Or its value in notes.

For me that was vote buying

Money had the say

The poor didn’t have any

So the rich had their way.

Now that has changed

Do we want to go there again?

I say no, not on your life

That would be insane.

But look at what we are doing

My vote for the highest bid,

Of such shameful behavior

I thought we had been rid.

Once corned beef and biscuits

Had held quite a sway

With Mount Gay or Alleyne Arthur

And that made our day.

But from that we’ve graduated

And we ask a higher price

It’s Grantleys: one, two, three, four

Oh, five Grantleys would be nice!

Silly season is upon us

And the promises are rife

Another vote buying strategy

We fell for all our life.

Governments are the best

At the next one I shall tell

Like timing the sweets pot

We all know that well.

During an entire term

Some things cannot be achieved

But on the eve of an election

Tax returns, appointments and title deeds.

Before, the treasury was empty

But now it’s been replenished,

With elections pending

There are things to finish.

So things are looking up

And the joy has returned,

This sophisticated vote buying

Must also be spurned.

Vote buying is an insult

I don’t care who does it,

We as intelligent electorate

Should detest this habit.

Vote selling is unconscionable

For whatever reason we choose,

It cheapens who we are

And it engenders abuse.

It doesn’t matter the level

Or how much we get,

If that’s our mirror image

Then we’ve much to regret.

On each and every life

God has placed infinite value,

Such was demonstrated

When Jesus died for me and for you.

To vote is our civic duty

But to sell our vote is not,

It’s time we tell our leaders

Vote buying must stop.

Treat vote buying and selling

As you would treat any crime

Have the perpetrators arrested

Then fined or confined

Stewart Russell © April 2018