******Justice or Just US******
Ask yourselves, is there Truly justice here in the US so-called America, a Stolen Continent since 1491 [Anahuac]!
America was founded on LIES, Murder, and THEFT......
Justice or JUST US!?!
The Haves and have NOTS!
Homelessness
Illnesses
Hunger
Drug Addiction
Alcoholism
Religions filled with LIES
In the land of PLENTY, Plenty WHAT
America LAND of the Free, but Free WHAT!?!
Justice or JUST US!?!
Children losing their minds due to fear and anxiety over going to school.
Who will be gunned down today?
Justice or Just US
Lenord Peltier is still incarcerated for 46 years for a crime he did NOT commit!
While Nixon and Trump walk free! Along with many other government officials past and present!
Justice or JUST US!?!
The Haves and Have Nots
The Color of Justice in America
No not White, Black, or Brown
The color of justice in Amerikkka is GREEN [In God We Trust] on every dollar Bill!
Chicahuac Necahuatl
Strong Left Behind Survivor
9/14/2023
The land of Oz
Well, you must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
Cause now some unfortunate people are gonna have to pay
Pace around the room, throw on some clothes, about to have some fun
Heading for the door, grabbed the car keys, don't forget the gun
-You're too far gone, there's no turning back now
Your thoughts gone dark, letting the demons out- (pre)
-Of your mind, are you that fucked in the head?
Now you've left behind a trail of bloodshed
Look around, everything you see is dead
No remorse, you just smile for the camera instead- (chorus)
So, as you drive around the city looking to find more prey
You're streaming it all on social media like it's a play
And you're leading the ones after you on a wild goose chase
Too bad your daddy ain't around to praise your evil ways
-You're too far gone, there's no turning back now
Your thoughts gone dark, letting the demons out- (pre)
-Of your mind, are you that fucked in the head?
Now you've left behind a trail of bloodshed
Look around, everything you see is dead
No remorse, you just smile for the camera instead
So lock the doors and hide inside
You don't want to be next in line
11-14-22
*
The chickens are
kidnapped, and kept confined,
then murdered
and finally
by how their
cadavers are cooked, defined.
Some are called
broilers. Others fryers
by mass murdering
avicidal profiteering liars.
saiom shriver
1
“Can I take your order, sir?”
I jump, startled at the voice and look up. Just the waiter.
“Just a black coffee please.”
“Any pastry or dessert to go with that?”
“No. Just the coffee. Please.”
As he walks away, I glance at my watch, for what must be the thousandth time. Two minutes past eleven. He said be here at eleven. It’s two minutes past and he still hasn’t arrived. Did I do something wrong? Is he not coming? And, since when does a doughnut in Wimpy count as a pastry?
And, Patsy….?
I feel a twisting in my gut; my vision swims as I feel the nausea rise again. Overwhelming. The stench of stale coffee and burger fat… I lose my breathing and start to gag.
“Your coffee’s arriving. That wouldn’t look seemly.”
I catch my breath again, open my eyes. As the dark whirlpool explodes into a million shards of light, I see the waiter approaching with my coffee. And a pair of dark sunglasses, opposite me, at the table. So black, can’t see my own reflection.
“Make that two coffees. And… how are your brown derbies today? Haven’t had one those since I was a kid.”
“The finest in London, sir.”
“We’ll have two of those, as well. My friend skipped breakfast again, this morning.”
Behind the sunglasses…
Short brown hair. White skin. No facial hair…. Can’t even tell if it’s man or a woman… just those sunglasses.
“We spoke. Earlier. On the phone.”
Is it him? He came? I gotta tell him everything….
I open my mouth and gibberish comes out. The blahs and slabberings of an idiot.
A straightening of his (her) jawline. A deep breath.
A deep exhale, relaxing the muscles.
“You are confused. Stressed. Feeling panic, maybe. Do like I do. A deep breath in. And slowly, let it out.”
I do as instructed and feel exhausted as the tension leaves my body.
“We spoke on the phone. Earlier. You said you needed help.”
“Yes, I need help. Definitely fucking… Yep… need help! I found him…. they said…..” and I fall back into silence.
“I find these situations are easier if you start at the beginning.”
“Start at the beginning? What the hell does that mean?…..” I start gagging again.
“Breathe….. in…… out….. breathe….
“Okay.. let’s start from a different angle…. how did you find me?”
A deep breath in, to pause and recollect my thoughts.
“I googled…. ‘need help, don’t know what to do.’
“After twenty five pages of links to dying from cancer and buy your Russian bride here websites… I came across ‘Odd-Job Man. You don’t know what to do and you need help? I do the oddest of jobs. Discretion Guaranteed!”
“You just went all tense and scary, what did I say wrong?”
A deep breath from Sunglasses… exhale…. slowly….
“Nothing…. seriously…. google search? That’s really how you found me?”
“Yes.”
“Just, straight google?… not dark web… private VPN… summin like that?”
“No, no…. just google. Don’t even know what the other two are.”
“OK. Google.” A deep breath in. “I’m really gonna have to work on my advertising and promotion…. OK…. Why did you call me?”
“They got Patsy. They killed him. They say say they going to kill her.”
Having said them, my words chill me. I feel my skin prickle with the iciness of fear. My stomach just melts into warm mush. My vision melts into kaleidoscopic images as the tears well up in my eyes…. I feel a crushing pressure in my shoulder and look up to see an outreached arm and the hand gripping my shoulder.
“Remember to breathe. Slow…”
I follow that advice. The madness dissipates…
I look up into those sunglasses.
“Who’s Patsy?”
“Patsy?… Patsy?… who’s Pa…”
It’s like a firework went off…
I sit up straight and look around. A burger bar… a coffee in front of me… and Sunglasses sitting opposite me.
“Patsy’s my sis……”
The world explodes into a cacophony of madness. One giant ‘BOOM!’ unleashes the 1812 overture…. loud, deafening bangs… tables splintering and falling… the wall puckering out… spitting debris all over me.. people falling.. and screaming…
A pressure forces me to me knees… I recover myself and look up… to see Sunglasses beside me, pushing me down….
“Get low! Stay down! Do as I say!”
He has a gun in his other hand… what the…..
The world explodes into the brightest light I’ve ever seen… the loudest thunder I ever heard… blind… deaf… I try to stand… feel a solid… and know nothing but blackness…..
2
I feel a rhythym, a rumbling….
I hear…. everything… nothing… it’s all indistinct.…
I open my eyes.
And close them as burning pain racks every fibre of my being…
“Ah. You’re awake. Breathe in… and out… sorry, but your head’s gonna hurt for a little while. Things went bad, back there and I had to… improvise…”
Little by little, I open my eyes again. Everything still hurts, but not as much…
The blackness of a million fireworks exploding, slowly fades into the back seat of a dimly lit car.
“You were saying… Patsy’s your sister…?”
Patsy? Sister?…
I start to sit up as I remember.
“NO! NO! Stay down for now!”
…. and the back window explodes in to a million splinters…. prickling me a thousand times over as I’m showered in the debris.
My stomach heaves as the car lurches to the left.
The indistinct sounds dissolve into squealing tyres and… bangs… pops… repetitive, explosive drumbeats… and crashing glass and whispers buzzing past my ear…
“Who’s they?”
“What? What the f…. where am I?”
“You said, ‘They’ve got Patsy. Who’s ‘They’?
“What the… Patsy… who’s got Patsy?” My head feels so sluggish…warm… I close my eyes.. just a second… so warm…
“The ‘THEY’ who are shooting at us!”
…. shooting… WTF?….
I sit bolt upright….
“Sh..sh…shoot….”
“Yeah, damn, right, shooting at us!”
My left cheek explodes into warmth as the window shatters beside me.
And I huddle, right down to foetus, birth position, on the back seat of a strange car. Nearly thumb in mouth, baby-style, as glass splinters rain over me.
I scream…. “Please, WTF is going on?”
Kill the woman
I won’t let him
stop me.
Nothing in this world can
help her
The time is near. And I am going to go
through with it.
The shadows hide my presence. I am
her. Vulnerable.
I draw my weapon. I see
My moment is now
I am a killer
Introduction
The concepts of madness and suicide have captivated and mystified generations of scholars. Shakespeare seems to be obsessed with the portrayal of insane characters and their ultimate self-killing in his tragedies. In fact, the Shakespearean tragic characters such as Othello (Othello), Lady Macbeth (Macbeth), Brutus (Julius Caesar), Ophelia (Hamlet), Timon (Timon of Athens), Cleopatra (Antony and Cleopatra), Goneril (King Lear), Mark Antony (Antony and Cleopatra), Cassius (Julius Caesar), Romeo (Romeo and Juliet), Juliet (Romeo and Juliet) and Portia (Julius Caesar) may have certain flaws in their characters but they would not have taken their own lives away unless there were strong and negative influences from the external forces in the society. In other words, they are made utterly frustrated and depressed by the people, their actions and behaviours.
Therefore, they lose control over their minds, act irrationally (as the decision of committing suicide is not logical and it is the proof of madness) and lead themselves towards self-destruction. In this sense, they have not committed suicide; indeed, they are murdered by the instigators or social agents! It would be clearer to understand by an easy example- the so-called ‘suicide’ is similar to the way a murderer stabs and kills someone or someone who pushes another person down from the top of a building. The one we call ‘murder’ is committed by using weapons like knife, pistol etc. which we can see and touch but the murder in the guise of the ‘supposed suicide’ is committed by using weapons that we do not actually see or touch such as, spreading rumour, constantly pressurising someone psychologically, hurting someone’s self-esteem badly and the like. For instance, Iago drives Othello towards the point of insanity by spreading rumour about Desdemona. He suffers psychologically as his honour is at a stake and his self-respect is ruined. As a result, Othello murders his wife. However, after finding that Desdemona is not adulterous, Othello loses his rational mind and acts as a mad man; he stabs himself with a dagger and dies beside Desdemona’s corpse.
Othello in Othello
Othello, the Moor of Venice, has married Desdemona, a young lady from Venice. They have a strong bond between them since Desdemona has respected Othello’s love by eloping with him. She has deceived her father so that she can stay with Othello forever. Undoubtedly, Othello is a leader of great stature. The Venetians honour him because of his valour as a leader. However, great leader and stress are similar to the body and the shadow. He has much tension on him. But, only stress does not drive Othello towards ‘madness’. Indded, the combination of the stress, envy, and loss of honour act as catalysts in making Othello insane. Therefore, he does not hesitate to murder his wife. We see a mad Othello when he cries:
thou hast set me on the rack.
I swear ‘t is better to be much abus’d
Than but to know a little.
I cannot figure out my problem,
I sit alone in my room.
and for once I’d like to think my parents were right-
I’m fine, just 13.
I understand why I’m afraid of heights
I am afraid of being towered over,
looking past me to someone else,
I am forgotten.
Years later, I am only known when being seen in the wrong light,
I am only seen on the TV,
or the jury look at me,
I see the blood on my hands,
the prosecutor cannot let me see more land,
I am scared for my fate,
I act like I am without a care,
I don’t think the death penalty is fair.
As a young boy I always wanted to be a soldier
Counted the seconds as I got older
Then came the day and I joined the ranks
Not for me working in shops or banks
Then they sent us of to War
My Mother cried as I closed the front door
I shot a Taliban who killed a soldier
Now I rot in prison accused of murder.
© Tony McNally