Curaezipirid
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Salamalaykum,
This particular grouping of the many many poems I am writing, is one that I selected as a distinct group, to put into a context in which they could be accessible to the Australian police. I heard a rumour that they want to seek evidence to charge me with sedition, so thought to try to oblige their wit. However, now the case is that there are a few distinct factions among the police whose surveillance I am under. (having been a peace activist in my teenage year, an Aboriginal land rights and anti-appartheid campaigner in my early twenties, then in being accepted by the Aboriginal community as of Indigenous ancestry, now also being professed a Muslim, they seem to imagine that all alone without any means or friends in my daily company, that I pose a serious threat to the Australian territory, as though a formidable terrorist foe - well the expenses they are not spareing upon policing me would only be warranted in that instance at any rate)
Some police believe me an innocent victim of circumstance. Others believe that I am totally a puppet of another section of the police force. (which I might have encouraged for immediate safety) Yet again others believe that since I show signs of intelligence, I must be a prostitute. Those whom know that I am not married, and should still be under my father's protection, seem to be also whom set him up to set up a man to rape me as though to test my actual status. However, this thread is for the set of poetry to be posted.
Take care in reading it because I am very misleading with my tongue when I need to be. I will put each poem in a seperate post like also at myislamweb, so that moderators can get rid of any which might be inappropriate: here is the first one:
Letter Bombers Song
Because my poetry started
By a letter writing habit
Developed into this pen defamed
So need became
To write to sustain
Each meaning plain
It might be no shame
So in to explain
That my letters were game
Enough to describe their love
As a letter bombing campaign
But there was jealousy in the diversion
A letter box murder
Is the more purely Australian version
Of the phantom letter bomber
Of the sort that
Writes upon it
This is not a bomb
Nor can it have been sent because
The letter box murderer
Called for justice against the bomber
By infringing upon
The bombers just letters
Of Love’s real fate
The box murdered its own state
Of ignorance as to the real name
Of whose gate that fate
The hope of a Wiccan poet
That a Father’s Stamp collection
Caused all worth in detection
Bar the pen
That came since when
It is
Sent me by
The addressee
This particular grouping of the many many poems I am writing, is one that I selected as a distinct group, to put into a context in which they could be accessible to the Australian police. I heard a rumour that they want to seek evidence to charge me with sedition, so thought to try to oblige their wit. However, now the case is that there are a few distinct factions among the police whose surveillance I am under. (having been a peace activist in my teenage year, an Aboriginal land rights and anti-appartheid campaigner in my early twenties, then in being accepted by the Aboriginal community as of Indigenous ancestry, now also being professed a Muslim, they seem to imagine that all alone without any means or friends in my daily company, that I pose a serious threat to the Australian territory, as though a formidable terrorist foe - well the expenses they are not spareing upon policing me would only be warranted in that instance at any rate)
Some police believe me an innocent victim of circumstance. Others believe that I am totally a puppet of another section of the police force. (which I might have encouraged for immediate safety) Yet again others believe that since I show signs of intelligence, I must be a prostitute. Those whom know that I am not married, and should still be under my father's protection, seem to be also whom set him up to set up a man to rape me as though to test my actual status. However, this thread is for the set of poetry to be posted.
Take care in reading it because I am very misleading with my tongue when I need to be. I will put each poem in a seperate post like also at myislamweb, so that moderators can get rid of any which might be inappropriate: here is the first one:
Letter Bombers Song
Because my poetry started
By a letter writing habit
Developed into this pen defamed
So need became
To write to sustain
Each meaning plain
It might be no shame
So in to explain
That my letters were game
Enough to describe their love
As a letter bombing campaign
But there was jealousy in the diversion
A letter box murder
Is the more purely Australian version
Of the phantom letter bomber
Of the sort that
Writes upon it
This is not a bomb
Nor can it have been sent because
The letter box murderer
Called for justice against the bomber
By infringing upon
The bombers just letters
Of Love’s real fate
The box murdered its own state
Of ignorance as to the real name
Of whose gate that fate
The hope of a Wiccan poet
That a Father’s Stamp collection
Caused all worth in detection
Bar the pen
That came since when
It is
Sent me by
The addressee