Two people in Haiti whom I especially admire wrote email responses to the
Madame Marie-Marthe Balin Franck Paul wrote: 'Magnifique!'
Lòlò of Boukman Eksperyans wrote: 'So beautiful! Paul, this one particularly touched me a lot. It will touch a lot of people.... You see clearly what's going on with their "vaccine". They cannot fool us anymore!! Money, Control ...
Thank you Don Paul. The Child is clever and strong!!!'
It feels like we can win, this month. Abuse and nonsense grow too much. The
poster to your right links to 'OmniCon' and much else.
Lòlò and Manzè and youth in the splendid Boukman Eksperyans'
The Child Is Clever And The Child Is Strong
The child is clever and the child is strong
The child asks why we can’t see what’s wrong
How many must gasp? How many must die?
How many must clutch their chests or heads and writhe?
How many more studies?
How many more proofs that Corporations’
And Governments’ COVID shots don’t work?
How many more proofs of IVM and HCQ?
How many lives saved in India and Peru?
How many millions more lost in our Americas?
How many pilots? How many actors?
How many athletes, old and young?
How many teen-agers, students, lovers
Seized and stricken before their careers begin?
How many heart-attacks will it take
Before you Ruling Few
Know that your shots are not good for our health?
Ah, but you know—there’s the foul rub!
You knew all along that your shots must kill.
“Seven billion must take it,” said your boy Bill.
Yes, and now: "They don’t have a choice."
They must take poisons
For we Few to do our worst
And--as our sickness thinks--best cleansing of the Earth.
Ah, and we know you all,
The small Few of you, now.
We see through your lies like
Fire through glass will burn grass.
We see through your Summits
Like private-jets burn gas.
We know how you wish to eat, drink
And be “happy” with us gone from the Earth.
Ah, that’s your dream—
A United Nations of chipped slaves
Who won’t know enough to think or create—
Who’ll accept whatever abuse
Is force-fed through screens you own too—
Who’ll bend and bark like a Biden to your bidding
With what minds they have left just a haze and a glaze.
Ah, but we’re HERE, still here and NOW—
Seven billion loving, clever creatures
Strong as all the tools and miracles
Our God and Gods have given us,
Centuries long. We’re the Many,
You in your Castles and Tombs are the Few.
We’ll leave your Banks for a world of worlds of our own.
Don Paul, Nov. 8, 2:30 a.m.