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6052]‘Bees will Return to Hives!’dr_john_celes
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dr_john_celes writes "The Saffronization of India?
–Phulbani, Kandhammal, Orissa, India.
‘Calm follows every storm;
But Christians must be calm!’
‘Where martyrs’ blood be spilt,
More churches will be built!
Without much shame or guilt,
Fanatics hit the hilt’
Their saffron hues, they spray
On Dalit Christians, aye!
They won’t allow them pray;
They hunt them night and day!
What tragedy now looms!
‘Turn Hindu,’ call now booms;
‘Or die; be bruised and maimed!’
Why Christians all are blamed?
Frenzied mobs on rampage:
A war on Christians wage;
Conversion is their lie,
As Christians many die!
Can’t one profess their faith
Of choice and freedom, say?
Are Christians not Indians?
God will show them their way!
Such states are keeping quiet;
They want Christians to fight;
‘Violence begets violence’
Most Christians stay calm, hence.
Are there no basic rights?
Most Christian homes lost lights;
Hundreds have been destroyed;
Pleas have gone null and void.
Most Christians are too hurt;
No one seems to regret;
Churches are simply torched,
And human beings scorched!
As angry mobs destroy,
And loot the Christian homes;
And burn them down overnight;
O, see the Dalit’s plight!
‘Kandhammal is burning;
Christians are hiding
in the forests near-by,
Out of fear for their lives!
The Bureaucracy’s sleeping!
A community’s weeping;
And the nation goes on
As usual, from dusk to dawn!
Who gives the rioters rights
To kill and loot and maim?
The government takes no blame;
Keeps its political aim.
All Indians are brothers;
They spare not nuns, sisters!
They burn Christians alive,
For converting the tribes?
Will not some leader ask?
Is peace then no one’s task?
Christians cannot worship
Nor live in peace, friendship.
Conversion is excuse
For mobs to cause abuse
Of Dalit Christians poor
Who grew in numbers more!
God watches all these crimes;
He will usher new climes;
As martyrs’ blood cries, pleads
To stop arson, misdeeds.
Has Nature lost its cool?
More floods are going to kill
the robust and the ill,
The ‘wise fanatic fool!’
Shouldn’t Christians not unite,
As churches, homes ignite?
Our patience isn’t weakness;
God is God of fairness!
If churches bear insult
Temples aren’t stronger built;
Time teaches all lessons,
As blatant lie weakens.
They blame the poor Christians
Who belong to same soil;
Their living God’s mighty –
One, only Almighty!
But how long will they kill
And take innocent lives?
The fanatics have skill?
‘Bees will return to hives!’
Such states can’t then progress
If violence won’t regress;
God will not spare culprits
Ready are His hell-pits!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-27-2008
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5961] THE ARMENIAN HOLOCAUST’S 1896 to 1915 [biggus]
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biggus writes "Since prehistoric times, humans populated
The mountainous lands of Armenia
Adam and eve, in the biblical garden of Eden
Trod this land in the shadow of the Armenian highlands
And Mount Ararat towered above
Upon which Noah’s ark came to rest
Christianity was nurtured in these historic lands
Sustaining and comforting the gentle people
They lived in peace for centuries
The oldest Christian nation of the world
Until the Ottoman Empire spread
And they fell under Turkeys oppressive yoke
Churches and Cathedrals were desecrated
And the devout Christians Persecuted
Four centuries of oppression past
Until finally in utter despair
They rose up against the tyranny
To shake loose their shackles
And drive out their Muslim overloads
But hopelessly outnumbered and ill equipped
They failed to win their freedom
And the wrath of their Turkish masters
Was brought down upon their heads
With merciless efficiency they struck
Killing indiscriminately
And when the savagery ended
50,000 Armenian souls had ascended
Then 20 more years of suffering followed
When the savage allies of the Kaiser
Sent word from Istanbul
To solve their Armenian problem
A chilling phrase echoing through the years
This time their actions were unprovoked
And the butchery unprecedented
One and a half million Christian souls
Were sent heavenward by the Turkish tyrants
A solution that provided the Germans
With a template for the future
Which they would employ to great effect
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Z3 writes "“What if that was me”?
Passion completes
the ability to give,
well received generosity
On the other side of the street
cleared by a path of sympathy.
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5986]Lamentations of an Abortus [dr_john_celes]
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dr_john_celes writes "
God knew me ev’n before I was conceived;
He blessed me to be formed wholesome in womb;
He had great ideas for me to do;
I was so eager therefore, to be born.
Just when I was all set to be born live,
I knocked the womb’s door. My mom did not heed;
I knocked for long and pleaded to be born;
How I wished to make my parents happy!
I longed to see my daddy and my mom;
I yearned to be fondled and kissed by them;
I loved to show the baby doll, I was;
My dreams were shattered: I was aborted!
Oh, mother dear, what folly had I done?
Did I ask God to be born as your son?
Was I not life like daddy and my mom?
I had been murdered for no crime of mine.
The love of God which formed me must be shocked;
How foolish men and women try to be;
They do not hesitate to kill their own;
How mean to kill the baby that’s unborn!
Forgive my mother’s mortal sin, O God!
For, if you don’t, she’s bound to land in hell;
Forgive my father’s iniquities, Lord;
Forgive them both; I wish they will REPENT.
O God, I pray to meet them in Heaven;
Shower your mercy on them both, O Lord;
Forgive them for their heinous crime and sin;
Control your wrath and forgive mom and dad.
This is my prayer to you Lord, O God;
This is my final wish for now, I’m dead;
Please spare my parents from your stern just rod;
Dear God, by devils, they were both misled!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-16-2008
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5758]Doctors’ Day 2007 [dr_john_celes]
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dr_john_celes writes "
Behind a man who’s successful,
There is a woman of great worth;
Behind a woman of great fame,
There is a man who goads her on.
Behind a pupil studious,
Are parents, teachers and some friends;
Behind a child who brings laurels,
Are seen the family-members all.
Behind a doctor of repute,
Is found much labor and wisdom;
Behind a healer who is great,
God stays, blessing his healing art!
The doctors’ profession is great;
Ennobled, they must change the fate
Of patients suffering, in pain,
And dying undiagnosed, ‘insane’!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2007
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