Activism – Word Smith Wisdom

First Anarchy, Then God

Many factions, all expressing dissatisfaction.
Getting to the real truth is like an extraction.
The confusion is great. The suffering more.
Who is that knocking at my door?
Vote for this. No, vote for that.
Somewhere here I smell a rat.
All news media is controlled.
Does this mean the truth is never told?
People rioting and fighting for what?
When questioned all is vague except the ‘but—‘.
No one has the real answer here.
It is one big SNAFU. That much is clear.
There seems to be only one who is really in control.
That would be God, the one who is truly in the know.
It sounds to me like we are headed for trouble.
The big time of trouble. I hate to burst your bubble.
But, it was predicted in the Holy Bible long ago.
This whole mess is not a new show.
Time to get your spiritual life in order.
Don’t let Satan give you orders.
It seems first anarchy, then God.
That may sound a little odd.
But, a time of trouble like there’s never been,
should be a sign to put away all sin.
It is a simple choice for one to make.
Just surrender yourself, there’s nothing to take.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Caravan Is On Its Way

A large caravan is headed this way.
They are coming to the US to stay.
Tighten your belts, it will cost us all.
I feel like Rome before the fall.
This will run up the national debt.
Plus, we have to hear them vet.
Trump can’t build a wall in time.
The military activated will be a sign.
Hold the hoard at the border.
Establish some law and order.
Half the country says go for the gold.
The other half says: How can you be so bold.
Our country was built by aliens.
People from other countries saying,
this country is our new home.
We will defend it to the bone.
They came here the legal way.
Why? Because they intended to stay.
The caravan is only running away.
Looking for a handout from day to day.
To them, this is the land of plenty.
They want their share, be it jobs or money.
Some will be willing to work.
Others will expect welfare. What a quirk.
Some will become gangsters, to put it mild.
It won’t take much to get them riled.
They should come here in the legal way.
Become citizens, pay taxes, then they can stay.
Anything less is an insult to our founding fathers.
Not to mention our ancestors from afar.
It is a hell of a position to be in.
To be the one to cut and trim.
But, I fear, it must be done.
Hopefully, I am not the only one.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Time To Vote

It is almost time to vote.
Is it legit, or all a hoax?
Is it pre determined who will win?
If that’s true, it’s a major sin.
Some say life is pre determined.
Is that what Waldo said to Sherman?
If it is all planned, nothing matters.
All my hopes will surely be shattered.
I can’t trust a voting machine.
Electronic voting is a scam, it seems.
Mail in your ballot and pray for the best.
Put all your paranoid fears to rest.
The results won’t always be what you want.
In fact, the results could leave you a little gaunt.
Whatever the results, let it be said.
You did your patriotic duty before bed.
Trust in God for how all will unfold.
For He is the one in ultimate control.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Existence Of The Others

The Existence Of The Others

The walking man looks like a bag of bones.

He wanders along alone without a home.

He never knows where his next meal is.

Don’t put your blame on him for this.

Circumstances were beyond his control.

What brought them on, he didn’t know?

He once was a lot like you are now.

Earning a living by the sweat of his brow.

Now, he doesn’t live, he just exists.

He is beyond being mad and having fits.

His focus is strictly on what’s to come.

Where is his next meal coming from.

True, the poor will always be with us.

Society rejecting them can make you cuss.

There’s little help. They have stopped trying.

There is no motivation. I’m not lying.

It is an existence hard to comprehend.

For them, they have reached the very end.

You could say they are waiting for God.

That’s all that is left. This is not odd.

What else to do if they were you?

There must be something we can do?

The answer is a curse to society.

Unsolvable, probably do to our piety.

At the least, we can all pray for them.

Treat them like they were our kin.

They are already down and out.

In a zombie land, without a doubt.

An hour, a day, a year to them,

is just the passing of a blur within.

The high points being a decent meal.

Little is said about how they feel.

Except for the grace of God, go you.

Can you see what they are going through?

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Something Went Amiss

Something Went Amiss

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Something Went Amiss

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

A Cashless Society

A Cashless Society

The value of the dollar is going down.

You can see where we are bound.

Can you see any reasonable way out?

This is what it is all about.

The latest answer is pretty weird.

It is the direction we are being stirred.

The Federal Reserve will issue bit coins.

“Fed coins”, or something, will be coined.

They will rapidly replace paper money.

People, at first, will like it plenty.

Till they see how their privacy is destroyed.

This is something that can’t be ignored.

We have all heard it before in the Bible.

If you don’t comply, you’ll be more than liable.

Can’t buy or sell without a mark & # of his name.

A bit coin, or ‘Fed Coin’ is a start. Make it plain.

It’s a small step from there to a ‘chip.’

Embedded under your skin to be quick.

It will contain all there is to know about you.

Your privacy is gone, whatever you do.

All purchases or sales done through the ‘chip.’

You can easily be barred from any of it.

Say your religious belief didn’t agree

with whatever was allowed by the powers that be.

You would be barred from buying or selling.

I am sure of this without even yelling.

Best to hide out and avoid the ‘chip.’

If you are caught, you will be in for it.

It is much closer than you think.

We are standing right on the brink.

Get your affairs in order.

We are right on the border.

Make sure your life is right with God.

The end times are here. This isn’t odd.

Don’t be caught unprepared.

Remember, He has always cared.

That is why He warned us of the end.

It’s in the Bible. Why pretend?

There is only one way out.

That’s what the 2ond coming of Jesus is about.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Society Has Lost Sight

Society Has Lost Sight

Society is looking real sad.

Everything is turning bad.

People want it given to them.

They will bitch until the end.

Young people want it all.

Yet, not willing to recall.

How to succeed in business.

Or, whatever it is they wish.

The world owes them a living.

Their country is good at giving.

But, still they burn the flag.

Protest all in which they lag.

They want, , still they taunt.

No cure for what they want.

Hang them with a new rope.

They will bitch without hope.

What I am trying to say.

How did they get here today?

They forgot where they came from.

Now, they are little better than scum.

Time to study our real past.

Take a look at what will last.

Have pride in your endeavors

True, it won’t last forever.

Yet, it should not end this way.

Take pride in what our past does say.

Live like a true American.

Not like a Socialist veteran.

Work hard and try to succeed.

No more whining. No need to plead.

Ask not what your government can do for you.

Ask what you can do for your government too.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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A Storm Is Raging

A Storm Is Raging

A raging storm is going on.

Attitudes coming on strong.

The government owes us a living.

Support me now. I ain’t fibbing.

Don’t worry about money. The rich will pay.

Hasn’t that been the American way?

I will riot, destroy, pillage, and burn.

Maybe then, you will finally learn.

I don’t work, so I don’t pay taxes.

Don’t tell me I know what lax is.

Maybe I was not born here.

Maybe I was. Get this clear.

You owe me. I don’t owe you.

What is this world coming to?

Why should I go to Mexico?

It is nothing but a hole.

The ‘haves’ should give.

So that the ‘have nots’ can live.

How dare you call me just a leach.

You need to watch what you preach.

Then judgment came down from heaven.

They were left without any leaven.

They did not raise to a better life.

They went down with all the strife.

To burn till all was gone.

Purifying all that was wrong.

They were motivated by the wrong God.

Now they have paid. That is not odd.

For what goes around comes around.

For many, this lesson will abound.

They will miss out on what’s really good.

Just to terrify their neighborhood.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The ‘Cosmic Trigger.’

The ‘Cosmic Trigger’

It was something called a ‘Cosmic Trigger.’

Sent from the Dog Star.—– Go figure.

What it was can’t be described.

If I told you, you’d say I lied.

Call it mystic. Call it spiritual.

It didn’t require a ritual.

It was ‘dogmatic’, to say the least.

Some say it released the beast.

Call it an idea or an epiphany.

A ‘New World Order’, or a mystery.

It started as a movement of minds.

Like thinkers, drawing their lines.

It was a thing way overdue.

It was tasty, like a porridge stew.

It wasn’t food, nor anything close.

It was just pleasant to most.

It was a new way of thinking.

A way to make the most of linking.

Linking one to another to one goal.

A drawing together of the inner soul.

Every person becomes as one.

An equal meaning for everyone.

Central and equal in every way.

It will lead us to the stars someday.

One for all and all for one.

The 3 Musketeers have finally won.

The whole world pulling together.

Toward a central goal forever.

Did aliens dabble in world affairs??

Are we showing off their wares??

Are we better off with the ‘Cosmic Trigger?’

Or, was it just blanks?—–Go figure.

—————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

Dreaming I Ruled the Land

Dreaming I Ruled The Land

It’s time. Something has got to be done.
I’m not talking of the wars we’ve won.
It would be different if I ruled the land.
No more ‘macho’ to prove you’re the man.
All would be content and having fun.
There would be enough for everyone.
All would feel peace and contentment.
You wouldn’t wonder what it all meant.
I’m not talking Socialism, or any such thing.
All would have what they could bring.
Messengers would be sent to all lands.
The message would spread like sifting sand.
Soon to cover every habitat of man.
All would preach it, when they can.
This is how it would be, if I ruled the land.
Love would be spread by every man.
People would work together, gladly.
Just to make things better. Sadly,
they would beg to do much more.
All would be welcome at their door.
Such changes take time to come about.
“Make it happen,” they would shout.
They would know I am doing all I can.
If I was the one that ruled the land.
Given time, all would be a paradise,
They would want it at any price.
Yet, it would be free to all people.
Be they healthy or be they feeble.
It would be actual reality.
All of the very best quality.
Spread to all, like shifting sand.
That is, if I actually ruled the land.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)