by Jon Rappoport
July 3, 2018
Two humans on the Earth
the faces at the bar just want the news
music is playing
some old sentimental country tune
“she left him” “he left her” whatever the hell it was
3am stumbling from his seat to the bathroom
Jack is counting his change
that’s all he’s got left
after The Company raped his land
giant superweeds are all Jack’s got left
he had to buy new seeds every year from Monsanto
(and when The Man found Jack had accidentally used Roundup Ready seeds without paying for them he sued Jack)
3am stumbling back to his seat at the bar
Jack still doesn’t know what hit him
the tune keeps playing
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
the faces at the bar are watching the news replay
another drone attack
baby diapers
restless legs
neutralize stomach acid
invisible makeup
GE, Pfizer, Glaxo, Syngenta
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
one drunk at the end of the bar says “it’s a strange night”
everybody stops and listens
they don’t know it but they’re hearing a giant wave of poison coming out of St. Louis
towering above
the plains
So deep, so blue the night
Jack holds up his hands
and says
“my family was on this land for a hundred years
and now the lights go off
I fell for their pitch
they took me to the cleaners”
the bartender says, “yeah, well, my ass hurts”
and everybody starts laughing
they laugh
&laugh
tears roll down their cheeks
they pound their heads on the bar
they fall off their stools
they roll on the floor
they’re yelling and picking up chairs and throwing them
and now a big-time pol comes on the news and says
“we’re all in this together”
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
who are the soldiers who go out into the fields of America and Africa and Asia
and South America to push food
changed forever
into the mouths of wasting humans
the bar quiets down again
pockets empty
Jack walks out into the rain
and moves along the road
under the sky
and begins to stride
his pulse picks up
more than human and less than human on the earth
Vaccine Woman
there was no way to deny it or get around it
her little boy started screaming after the shot
and then 2 days later
the world shut down
he sat in a corner
he lay in his bed
he didn’t speak
the doctor huffed and puffed in back of his steady blank eyes
he assured her this had nothing to do with the shot
it was a predisposition or a genetic trait or a precondition
he smiled now and then
he said autism could have emerged on its own just after the shot was given
as if the universe rearranged itself
at that moment
she saw she was talking to a psychopath
he had been a machine for a long long time
she went into the darkness and pled her case before a government committee
they sat like ancient high priests
and listened and glanced at documents
and when they had permitted her the allotted time they handed down their judgment:
no
she went home and took her boy in her arms
he was still
he didn’t look at her
he didn’t speak
she consulted a lawyer
who told her
the manufacturer was protected by an iron wall
he would continue to make the vaccine and sell it
and pocket billions
the long night was closing in
the storm was here
the silent boy was sitting in its eye
rage was burning in the middle of her chest
a rage the public would see as insanity
from a distance, the moon and the stars might know
what was going on
but people in their everyday straitjackets
would lash out at her
because they needed a target
they needed to ridicule a defector from their own slave-shuffle
they obeyed all the small print
they were neutered in their cores
paralytics
but she wields
the two-edged sword in the empire
that cuts away the web
and comes to the spider
no matter what defamation
the intermediary whores
lay at her door
lady liberty, liberty from the living death…Vaccine Woman
She and her family are pre-civilization, civilization, and
Post-civilization
And she will go to the ends of the earth
To bare the innards of the crime
Her enemies will never know
What it means to have her mission, her eternal mission
But she knows
Vaccine Woman
Love in her breast for her own is one answer
Justice is the other
She has a two-edged sword in the Empire
That cuts through the web
And comes to the spider
Vaccine Woman…
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Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
Vaccine Woman is powerful, Jon. Wish every mainstream doc would read this and see themselves.
Play us a song….You are the PIANO Man
play us a song tonight…….
Thanks Jon for fighting. I read your poem yesterday and was inspired to write this one: The world is a whirl when you see ‘both’ sides, a constant spinning some are ‘winning’ but most will have a ‘different’ ride. The ones who always ‘win’ will say “here’s nothing but the truth” but there’s bones behind those hides within the closet of their youth. Seek not the summit of the mountains you can see, just find the sacred hills and seek that which you wish to be. A castle built is a castle won and those who steal shall be revealed, their evil be undone. The loves and love-you-nots have all been plucked within their towers, their dungeon holds an everlasting love that never flowers. I speak ye not of middle man nor that of which I know, for evil is a hidden thing I never wish to grow.