Zyklon B, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Chugging down the track, they’ won’t come back
Zyklon B, “Arbeit Macht Frei, Work Sets You Free”
Barracks blanketless, torture blocks , execution walls
Screaming down the halls, the crematorium calls

Clickity clack, the luggage stacked, tossed aside
Marked with their names, and whence they came
Their shoes as well, a mountain swell, fate befell
Barking Shepherds, shouting guards, line them up

In the muddy yards, shuffling out of boxcars
Tattooed numbers, become their lifetime scars
Shaved heads, slave labor, for the lucky ones
For the elderly, children, sickly, they were done

Zyklon B, “Arbeit Macht Frei”, it can never be
Repeated, ever again, in our history
We must always, and forever see
We are the same species, all part of humanity

Soon the last victims will see their final night
But all the world’s children , must keep their fire bright
That iron slogan over that gate, the propaganda of hate
We must not take the bait, and let it become our fate

The ghosts are rising to haunt, and taunt and scare
They want to reconstruct that horrible nightmare
They want you to fear, the authoritarian rule
They have learned the evils of that vicious tool

Chugging down the track, we won’t come back
We will not survive, if we don’t keep this alive
For decency to survive, for dignity to be the norm
We must quell the storm, we must be a swarm

Of bullhorns, loud enough to be heard
For generations to come, remember
The chemicals that killed them, that will kill
The chemical of scapegoating, vilifying

The toxic lexicon, masked as patriotism
Nationalism, wrapped in a flag, and holy book
Take a look, what one man did, 6 million dead
And all he said, was, “I alone can save you.”

Tennis Match, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Remember how epically long the volleys would be
Borg of Bjorn , Graf of the legend Steffie
An advantage and a joy for all to see

But this poem isn’t about that, it is about a flea
Or should I call it a fly? My cat’s heads
Would sway back and forth as it flew by

Outstretched paw, like a racket serving the ball
Waiting for the judges call, was it in, was it an ace?
That fly was buzzing all over the place

My cats scatter , scrambling all over
Like the ball girls and ball boys
Tossing another to the players

They’ll never know Venus and Serena
They just care about their Purina
But when they are in the stadium arena

Of my home it is a pleasure , a treasure
To watch my pair turn their heads
Right to left, left to right

Dart all day, dart all night
I should buy them a trophy case
Or a racket newly laced?

French, U.S. or Wimbledon
There’ll be more sets to be won
I love watching them have fun.

Construction Workers, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Put your hard hat on, have a good time
Let me tell you about these amazing enzymes
Let me start off, let me make a case

For that snipper that they call helicase
Unzips the DNA two separate halves
Now in play, the leading strand, and lagging strand

Now the builder, polymerase, is in command
It builds in opposite directions, for each band
3 prime to 5 prime, inverted, opposite spanned

Here comes primase primer just in time
To show the builder where to start
Oh what an art, but how to mend gaps in part

Of the lagging strand, Elmer’s glue, I’m a fan
Ligase patches the Okazaki fragments scanned
DNA replication ends up in the new strand
(end)

This video is a cartoon just giving you the basics.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qqe4thU-os8&t=66s

Un Imaginable, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The masses sing of his prowess
Aways does everything seamless
Does no wrong, always blameless

On the green he’s on the scene
Drives the wood, great not good
In the cup, off the tee, hole in one

Can it be? 11 in a row, how is that so?
Don’t you know, he always wins
He’s the master in his head

DPRK, the family is on it’s way
To make their daddy God
Outside the cult he’s a fraud

He walks on air, eclipsing mighty Mike
Jumping higher than Jordan’s spike
His minions fall for the phony hype

Not the 38th parallel, not the DMZ
It is the compound in Palm Beach Florida
The criminal that all can see

Boxes in the bathroom, deniability
Falsely playing victim, zero credibility
Un Imaginable, is this fantasy

He is the messiah, that will save humanity
Obsesses over crowd size, not a surprise
Fungus in his pants, always telling lies

This Pied Piper smoking PCP
Praises Kim Jong Un
For it’s what he wants to be
(end)

The Kim family in North Kora, are always depicted as having super human abilities, in battle but also willing to brag about the mundane, like the time the state media said that Kim Jong Un made 11 holes in 1 with a 38 under.

Seems similar to Trump bragging about his golf tournaments he always wins. And just like North Korea, he and his camp always brags about how big crowd size is and how everyone loves him.

Believe Trump when he says he wants to be a dictator.

Disclaimer: The part about him smoking PCP is metaphor for how fucked in the head he is and how delusional and petty and narcissistic he is. But I am dead serious in saying he wants to be a dictator.

Ether, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I speak to air, when nobody is there
Impotent soundwaves that go nowhere
I have nothing profound at all to share

My walls and ceiling have no ears to spare
They bring no comfort they cannot care
Out of my window I gaze a blank stare

The sunshine is bright, crisp is the air
Will I venture out, I do not dare
I speak to the air, when nobody is there

Important words that carry no weight
In my head a mundane fruitless debate
No race to be had, not out of the gate

Fleeting afternoon, it’s getting so late
Clock on my toolbar knows not of my fate
I’ve accomplished nothing on today’s slate

I speak to the air, when nobody is there
The bric-a-brac on my bookcase
Collecting dust, it has no face

After I am gone, it will be given away
Or end in a landfill where it will decay
My voice will be silenced as it is today

I talk to myself, and that is always okay
It is my therapy, helps me find my way
I may not know if these words will sway

So into the ether, the flight with no plan
It doesn’t matter if I am not in command
Sometimes there’s nothing to understand

Live in the moment, look out the window
Somewhere a butterfly flutters in the shadow
Of a weeping willow, no need to stress
If your head’s on a pillow

Nobel Prize, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

You prattle on call me unwise
All the sciences are all lies
Then prove your claim
Win a Nobel Prize

You can cut me, down to size
If you think evolution is a lie
I dare you, please go and try
Your dirt man magic, will get fried

Creationist hypothesis has been tried
It is pseudo science, and is betrayed
By fossil records, strata layers that are made
Prove the Grand Canyon was not made

In a mythological 40 days, 4 billion years old
Our planet has aged, 5 mass extinctions
Earth has been through, but you are
More than welcome to, write your hypothesis

Collect your data, conduct your experiments
Repeat this process sufficiently, consistently
Over and over, then maybe, just maybe
Real scientists would take you seriously

Peer review it, publish it professionally
Rejoice at your groundbreaking discovery
Adopt your methodology, and put you in
A category, of Nobel Prize winner

But we all know you’re just a spinner
Of fairy tales of bronze age men
“Abracadabra” are your answers when
You don’t like what science says.

I would choke to death, if I were to hold my breath
Waiting for you to prove creationism true
But this is nothing new, the same silly song
You are wrong, evolution is strong, good luck to you

You know it’s not true, but you stew and brew
Concoct claptrap and your face turns blue
Abiogenesis, macro and micro, buzz words you use
Twist them, bend them, without understanding them

Only to point to a book that creates the sun and moon
More than once, and even then, treats them
Like separate sources of light, one for day, one for night
When we know now, the sun is the only source of course

And the moon simply bounces the photons of it’s surface
And what is the purpose, of claiming an adult woman
Magically popped out of a man’s rib, call me glib
But you need the bib, because the bible was written
By ignorant men, who had no way to know

What DNA was, or what cell division does
They had no clue what fallopian tubes do
Stone the virgin, is what ancient men knew
If she accidently broke her hymen , she was through

You think that book, fits modern day
You think that destroys what science has to say
Then get it in a lab, pave the way, show us you’re wise
Get it in a lab, show your work, win a Nobel Prize.

Out Of Many One, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Out of many, one, unless you are one
Of us, at best, I’ll let you live as a guest
But equal you will never be

Out of many, one, I am never done
Making arguments that I am the one
Who is chosen, you’ll always be frozen

In second class status, if I am being generous
Yet that is erroneous, I am full of hate
I want to eradicate, anyone not like me

Out of many, one, by point of gun
I’ll make you run, diversity I shun
My God said this land belongs to me

By Providence decree, I look up to see
The voice in my head, wants you dead
Fear my wrath and live in dread

Out of many, one, must not arise
I will not tolerate or compromise
I am deaf and I hear no cries

Cries lost in fog, the vicious dog
Breaks my flesh, kills your kin
With rabid bite, say goodnight

Compassion dies, cruelty wins
The seeds of hate are where it begins
If you drink my poison all life ends

We must resist, and always fight
The venom voices hijack the night
Out of many, one, defend the light

Out of many, one, that person unknown
For the unfounded hate that you have shown
Shedding ignorance shows that you’ve grown

Out of many one, this one planet we share
We must take heed and always beware
Of those who want to divide us

You are not different than us
We are all the same, food, shelter
Especially love, never live in shame

It is easy to point the finger
To cast aspersions and blame
That leads us all to maim

And kill the nasty shrill
Thinking we can bludgeon
Those who don’t agree

Don’t let this be our history
Don’t let this be our final page
Don’t let our species die in rage

From the festering self inflicted
Wound of hate, because that hate
Is the mirror we look into

Out of many, one, it’s overdue
To return to that spirit of pluralism
And end that pustular schism.

Waralda, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The question about the inferior people
The solution to the undesirables
The extermination on an industrial scale

The Fuhrer, blind loyalty all must hail
Their justification an epic fail
Himmler’s unmasking the monster’s veil

“The ancient one, the one mightier
Than we are” furnace bodies charr
Ashes ashes scattered wide and far

Winds of hate flakes of bone
Stole all property not their own
All the corpses they did dispone

By the might of providence
Brute force of bullies arrogance
Born out of blatant ignorance

Master master as white as can be
Blizzard of blood that cover’s thee
Race to unimaginable atrocities

Never again should the world ever see
Never again should it come to be
Never repeat the horrors of history.
(end)

On top of Hitler mentioning God several times in Mein Kampf. And calling the Nazis a “Christian movement”, and the Nazi belt buckles that read “Gott Mit Uns”, I ran across yet another vile disgusting quote from Heinrich Himmler who was basically the architect of the “death squads” and the “Final Solution.”

“I have not tolerated an atheist in the ranks of the S.S. Every member has a deep faith in God, in what my ancestors called “Waralda, the ancient one, the one who is mightier than we are.” Heinrich Himmler.

This quote is from this YouTube Documentary “Heinrich Himmler, Architect Of The Final Solution” link here, time stamp 34 minutes in is this quote.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmV1ehLK9sI

Here’s The Kicker, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

This chief lines up, to kick the ball
“Bamboozled” he claims women are all
Their only lot is to spread their legs
Make babies for men, and fry some eggs

You wasted you your money on a degree
You’re only alive to serve idiots like me
I wear this beard to mask my insecurity
Handmaids Tale for all to see

Laura Thatcher Ulrich, would not agree
With your blatant stench of misogyny
The only lot for females to be
“Well behaved women rarely make history”

It is because of inventor Hedy Lemarr
That wi fi today, is global by far
Marry Anderson set a high bar
Put that windshield wiper on your car

Photo 51, her deed was done
Rosalind Franklin was the one
Who discovered the shape of DNA
The Double Helix was the way

Are you jealous of swift women
That are more successful than you
Take this claptrap of which you balk
You missed wide right with your sexist talk.
(end)

Religiously conservative kicker for the Kansas City Chiefs Harrison Butker says that the female’s job is to be bun ovens and house maids.

I am so sick of religious misogyny. That same book of mythology has Lot offering his daughters up for rape Genesis 19:1-11. It has Moses saying telling his followers to murder all females captured in war who have slept with a man, but keep the virgins for yourselves, Numbers 31:14-18. It puts the penalty for rape at a mere 50 Shekels, no jail time, and the fine is to be paid to the father, not the victim, and the father can even force the victim to marry their rapist.

Falling Down, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

The bloated Basilisk, spins his tales of woes
Blaming all of his foes, on middle school grounds
His fist he petulantly pounds, incoherent sounds

Hopscotch he plays, cheats in various ways
Mar A Lago monkey bars, paying off porn stars
Grifter, rapist, con, incompetent mafia don

Marionette, sleeps in a bassinet
Lindsey is his pet, Putin pulls his strings
“Victim” he falsely sings, wife buried on golf green

Lexicon is obscene, baby bottle needs
Eloquent he’ll never be, worst in history
Soiled presidency, will kill democracy

It should have been the end
When his first campaign began
“They’re rapists” he once said

It should have been lights out
When the words came out of his mouth
“McCain is no hero”, but he is the real zero

Scapegoats, vilifies, the sane know, it’s all lies
Lord Of The Flies in disguise, fascism on the rise
Our Republic compromised, despot he wants to be

Only the blind cannot see, he will bring just misery
Sycophants his company, purging all dissent
The Basilisk is hell bent, he never will repent

Spineless slithering, slimy blithering dimwit
Constitution under threat, throats he will slit
That would be it, if we don’t take command

If we don’t make our stand, burry him in the sand
On the Jersey shore, no choice but to win this war
Down to the wire, put out this dumpster fire
(end)