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Global Issues - Current and Outstanding Celebrations, Issues and Problems

(From the Author of “Poems by Kolki – Absolutely Humane”, a recipe for better world)

We can celebrate Earth Day, UN Day, Youth Day, Children’s Day, Peace Day, etc., year after year! But without resolving core issues causing the very sufferings, abuses, wars, pollutions, hunger, and discriminations on Planet Earth - the celebrations end like any other such yearly ritual.

Here is a short list of global issues, current and outstanding - some lasting a very long time:

1. Open public investigation for 9/11 US Domestic disaster which gave USA, NATO, Israel power to take unilateral military actions against any nation and individual bypassing Rule-of-Law and Proof-of-Convictions as well as ignoring United Nations and International Court of Justice

2. Ending illegal Iraqi Occupation by most brutal and abusive US-led so called allied military forces that killed 800,000+ civilians, wounded millions, and displaced 5+ millions in civilized 21^st Century. Democracy in Iraq can never work while it is occupied and the puppet government is under the supreme military-mercenary gun

3. War Crimes in Iraq – invasion of peaceful Iraq was illegal as certified by Kofi Anan and Hans Blix based on UN and International Charter! But the war criminals of Bush-Blair-Howard administrations and respective military are still free endangering the world communities and societies

4. US-British-Israeli Private Mercenaries - UN must sanction US-Britain-Israel for using private mercenaries in Iraq, Afghanistan and Palestine with absolute immunity from sovereign laws. Use of private mercenaries in war or as security forces must be totally banned in a civilized world.

5. US/NATO forces must stop all pre-emptive air strikes in Afghanistan and they must be judged under war crimes for all killings of Afghan citizens and destruction just out of mere speculations. We must ask who gave US/NATO forces license to extra-judicial killings resembling Israel’s path of lawlessness.

6. Unknown Detainees must be brought to open public justice system so that world can see them, hear them, and judge them once for all to identify true nature and power of Al-Qaeda

7. 900,000 Secret US Federal Employees – Fellow Americans must stand tall for transparency of Democratic Government identifying all secret federal employees trained by CIA/FBI and what they have doing around the world since 9/11!

8. Anthrax Perpetrators – UN must help fellow Americans investigate who sent US military grade Anthrax to Democratic Senators, Media critical to Bush Administration. This is important to stop future biological terrorism around the world.

9. Kyoto – All countries must sign and ratify this protocol as a sign of international solidarity against global warming addressing the issue with urgency bypassing politics (US and its worldwide military operation produce 25% of the green house gases, worst polluter, must be the first to sign and obey the protocol as a leader)

10. Democratizing Constitutional Monarchs – as world embraces democracy and democratic values it is time to have true democracies in most NATO countries including United Kingdom, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Netherlands, Spain, Belgium, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and Japan. Use of military must be a political decision of sovereign countries where non-elected Constitutional Monarchs must not be the Commander in Chief. So, it is time to end all Constitutional Monarchies to secure and sustain worldwide true democracy.

11. Dissolving NATO – West needs a western Gorbachev to dismantle Aggressive/Abusive NATO military alliance voluntarily. Peace can never be achieved when a military alliance attacks and sanctions countries bypassing UN authority justifying Humanitarian Hypocrisy. Thus NATO expansion is United Nation’s destruction.

12. Freeing Korea, Japan and Germany from US occupation – large US military presence in those countries for half a century works against democracy and national unity. It is time - Korea, Japan and Germany enjoy freedom void of US military occupation.

13. Air India Disaster of 1985 Open Public investigation (long outstanding): Since Canadian Government, Justice System and Media failed to launch an open public investigation into one of the worst terrorist act in airline history masterminded and perpetrated from Canada, UN must help Canadians towards full open public investigation serving long outstanding justice to the real perpetrators including CSIS and RCMP officials for destruction of all important audio tapes and many physical evidences related to the disaster.

14. Last in this list but not least – Democratizing UN Security Council reflecting world population and voice to minimise abusive sanctions and convenient wars of supremacy.

When the wise fail to act, the ignorant world becomes a dangerous place. We must stand tall as world citizens despite all business to ensure these issues get resolved for the benefit of mankind and other sentient beings, leading to lasting peace, prosperity, and enormous cultural evolutions on Planet Earth.

Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Tel: 250-412-2897; e-mail: kolki@kolki.com ; Poetry web site: www.kolki.com

New Pearl Harbour

(From the Author of “Poems by Kolki – Absolutely Humane”, a recipe for better world)

(Dedicated to all who have been suffering the wrath of world supremacy since 9/11 – Deepak Sarkar, 9/12/2006 , www.kolki.com)

NEOCONS in the United States of America had fantasy!

To rule the world in peace time with hostile vision of Supremacy!

Where, as minority, they govern US and the world with secrecy;

Maintaining parallel military Government hijacking democracy;

Installing NEOCON ambassadors in UN and Embassies!

Indulging citizens in gossips and rumours of private ideology!

Spreading Al-virus in the cyberspace exploiting technology;

Occupy promise world fulfilling Biblical Prophecy!

So, they wrote in peace-time the dossier of world supremacy!

‘PNAC’, The Project of the New American Century!

Reviving century old imperial tools of divide and rule policy!

Dismantling all peace initiatives, poisoning global intimacy!

Financing NGOs as crusaders for the International Republican Party!

Asked then President Clinton to sign and implement it!

Rebuffed from a man of passion and extreme humanity!

They trapped his vulnerability using Jewish American Monica Lewinsky!

Ruined the possibility of Al Gore Presidency with constant publicity!

Marred 2000 election with deceptions and fraudulent activities!

Patronized cunning George Bush for presidential candidacy!

Encouraged Supreme Court for undemocratic Republican victory!

With firm grip on NSA, CIA, FBI, NASA, FED and Military –

They fooled Clinton Administration with false Al-Qaeda activities!

Framing Islamic militants with tips from allied Intelligence Agencies!

Revived idea of Military Coup rebuffed by President Kennedy in sixties!

Started implementing ‘New Pearl Harbour’ under George Bush’s presidency!

The military plan of hijacking Passenger Jet came to life from infancy!

Hiring Dov Zakheim, the Guru in Flight termination technology!

With knowledge of ‘Home-Run’ locking Boeing 757/767 as drones remotely!

All they needed to change existing NORAD fighter scrambling methodology!

Making Mike Canavan (FAA) the sole contact using presidential authority!

Transferring WTC ownership to private from Port Authority!

Implementing demolition plan under well guarded FBI and Mayoral authority!

Rescheduled ‘Global Guardian’ before Colin Powel’s UN diplomacy!

9/11, a bolt from the blue, empowered NECONS with dream publicity!

For unleashing ‘Shock & Awe’, the ultimate terror, destruction and hostility!

Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Tel: 250-412-2897; e-mail: kolki@kolki.com ; Poetry web site: www.kolki.com

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War-Like

(Dedicated to all who suffer from civilized terror – Deepak Sarkar, www.kolki.com)

(In the age of High Technology, do we need the World War II sound of terror in Police Cars, Ambulances, and Fire Trucks? Kolki)

From dawn to dusk, night to morning -

Ambulances passing through city streets speeding!

Police cars racing with emergency lights flashing!

Fire trucks rolling through neighbourhood screaming!

Horrifying animals, children, patients with unwanted warnings –

Reminding elderly constantly their time is nearing -

War-like sirens and scare just normal daily living!

Corporate managers busy running war rooms -

Brainstorming survivability in global rules!

Employees must take their best shots at the new bull^* -

Staying on call with beepers, cell phones, being mindful!

Fearing competition, job security for family and breads –

Stress is normal like a doctor by the emergency bed!

Presidents-Prime Ministers get briefings of intelligence –

Which country is advancing beating analyst’s estimates!

Downsizing, outsourcing, subsidies to trades –

Blame the peacemakers knowing peace is a threat!

Identify leaders gaining stability in economic strength –

Justify more military spending for national interests!

People at bars and clubs, looking for a smoking gun!

Children’s book to video game killing is just another fun!

In news, movies, television, gossips, and theatres –

Crime is dominant so is suspicion of terror!

Homeland security, Air Marshals, Internet Fire Walls –

Bird Flu, SAR, Mad Cow Disease, War on Terror –

Red Cross, NATO expansion, peace prize awards -

Normal life in our World is just readiness for another war!

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Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Tel: 250-412-2897; e-mail: kolki@kolki.com ; Poetry web site: www.kolki.com

War Crimes

(Dedicated to all who suffer the wrath of military Supremacy – Deepak Sarkar, www.kolki.com)

(Must we wonder why UN and NATO can never sanction against Western and Israeli aggression? As occupiers executed Saddam Hussein for hearsay domestic killings, allied Invaders are still free after destroying Iraq inflicting 655,000+ well documented killings! How just is our justice? Kolki)

Judges punish citizens

For felony, battering and crimes!

Lawyers build cases for the jurors

Proving innocence or guilty as charged!

Nations join together -

To stop imperialism by super power!

Creating United Nations, International Court

With votes, veto and legal power!

But super power can buy votes!

Bribes lawyers or apply own veto for war!

Dividing nations creating allied power

Attack and occupy country at peace

Exercising brutal military power!

Killing, terrifying, abusing civilians

Destroying culture ancient and dear!

International court remains helpless and silent!

As war crime tribunals punish victims of violence!

While criminals of wars celebrate victory

Making world more fragile, divided and angry!

Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Tel: 250-412-2897; e-mail: kolki@kolki.com ; Poetry web site: www.kolki.com

Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; E-mail: kolki@kolki.com; Web site: www.kolki.com ; Tel/Fax: 250-412-2897

(Dedicated to conscious non-violent co-existing world – Deepak Sarkar, www.kolki.com)

Author: Deepak Sarkar, 844 Royal Oak Ave, Victoria, BC V8X 3T2, Canada; Tel/Fax: 250-412-2897; Poetry & Peace Web Site: www.kolki.com ; E-mail: kolki@kolki.com (Written: May 12, 2005)

Ok, so let me tell you a little bit about 1950s El Paso, when life was easier, perhaps, and the avenues of injustice didn’t penetrate our adobe living room walls. But, as a young man, say in 1954, I was ten years old and ready to trek Downtown to view a favorite picture show of mine called White Christmas.

Yes, we lived in a tenement apartment in the barrio of Rivera and Estrella, but we also enjoyed seeing other lifestyles, especially those where Anglos were concerned. We admired Anglos. We thought they all were rich. We wanted to emulate them. But, that was hard to do, you know?

Anyway, I would arise inside our two-room home (not two-bedrooms, two rooms), which I shared with mom, dad, three sisters and four brothers. I was, of course, the second to the youngest, with my brother Simon the baby of the family. My other siblings were Elvira, Carlos, Dario Jr. Nasario (we called him Challo), Cruz (we called her Cuy) and, of course, Petra (we called her Peter).

My first call was to attend to the natural elements, so I would walk outside to a cold breeze shivering in my heavy coat. A roll of toilet paper was held under wraps so that nosy neighbors wouldn’t know where I was going. Of course, they all knew, but I tried to hide it as much as possible.

Once inside my house again, breakfast would be ready. Oh, let’s say that today my mother had made huevos con chorizo, frijoles refritos and a batch of freshly made flour tortillas. Ummm, ummm, such delicious fare to start out my day, with, of course, a cup of hot chocolate to warm my chilled bones.

So, my repast completed, I would do my toilet – you know, wash my face, brush my teeth, comb my flat-top, what there was to comb, that is. My toilet was accomplished over a sink equipped only with a cold-water faucet. By then I had already read the newspaper, the El Paso Times.

My large family created a constant hive of activity. This was Saturday, but no rest for the weary, because we got up early to begin the day. Each of us with plans that meant meeting the world on our own terms, and loving every minute of it. Because, you see, life was so exciting. To be ten years old and viewing life inside darkened theaters.

So, there I would go, walking about four blocks on Estrella Street, past Pera, to Alameda Avenue, where I would climb the blue Lower Valley bus for my ride Downtown. I would sit awhile, but, more than likely, I would get up to offer my seat to a little old lady or a little old man, or even some young, beautiful girl. My mom and dad had taught me to always be a gentleman, and so I tried to comply.

The bus traveled down Alameda, then veered onto Texas Avenue and continued to the Plaza de los Lagartos, where everybody got off. I would walk in that cool weather to the Plaza Theater, my canned goods in hand. Every Christmas, the Plaza would sponsor a day of movie and cartoon viewing. Admission cost a can of food to be donated to the less fortunate. It’s hard to believe, but there were others less fortunate than me.

So I walked on San Antonio Street, then up Stanton and past the E-Z Shoe Shine Parlor, where I would one day work as a shoeshine boy for Frankie Marlboro. Then I would go left at Mills and to the Plazita de los Lagartos (stopping to gaze at the lazy alligators that graced the center of the Plaza).

So, anyway, the Plaza Theater beckoned. My can of food safely stored in a cardboard box, I would enter this wondrous edifice, with its high ceilings and stars that twinkled merrily. Of course, it was scary too, because rumors were that ghosts haunted the men’s room downstairs. Without much ado, I would take care of my business – imagining untold horrors – then rush back to the safety of my seat and a packed house.

After the movie ended, I would either catch the bus home or wander into the Kress Department Store, where toy cars were a dime apiece and comic books a nickel. Archie, Superman and Little Lulu were some favorites. I could also go farther south, walking to the Colon Theater to see which of my favorite Mexican comedians was playing. Would it be Cantinflas? How about Resortes, or even Tin-Tan, or Clavillazo? Maybe Pedro Infante would be singing his way to paradise, or Maria Felix, with her dark, mysterious eyes. After viewing White Christmas, starring Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye, it was good to get a jolt of Mexican artistry.

I could even walk to Juarez, to stroll on Juarez Avenue – mariachis serenading, the mystical beat pounding deep into my subconscious. Juarez, Down-town El Paso, what difference was there? The electric trolleys traveled both ways, so that if you were tired of walking, you simply boarded and relaxed to your destination.

El Paso in the 1950s. People strolling, mothers pushing baby carriages, fathers toting tots on husky shoulders. Radio stations blaring loudly, television sets – relatively new contraptions – barely viewable, with only two stations, plus the one station from Juarez, in Spanish – yet, entertaining pieces of machinery. Yes, I miss those days. But, you know what? I’m glad I’m living now, today. I’ve seen much, but there’s so much more to see, so much more yet to come. Asi es que, stay tuned, you know?

Oh, what beauty and tranquility I spotted on that peaceful day as our Middle East Airlines flight prepared for landing at Beirut International Airport. The year was 1970, and the beauty of a now war-torn land beckoned and beamed a bright welcome to international travelers. Beirut is a city caught in a deadly tug-of-war. But, it wasn’t always so.

When last I saw Beirut, the verdant hills pulsated life, while the Mediterranean Sea pushed hard against sandy-white beaches. The climate was hot and muggy, but it was a natural heat. One that grabbed you by the arms and lifted you with its exotic air. You didn’t mind that kind of heat.

That kind of heat was not caused by man-made weapons of destruction. There were no bullets or short-armed bandits bouncing bombs and mayhem upon the countryside. As our plane touched down, I said goodbye to a Lebanese gentleman; he had invited me to his farm somewhere in the suburbs of Beirut.

I was on my way to Saudi Arabia to work under a contract with an American firm based in Marietta, Georgia. Subsequently, I was to be assigned to Al Karjh, about 50 long and dusty miles from the capital city, Riyadh. The stopover in Beirut was to be an overnighter, and I gladly anticipated the adventure. Middle East Airlines was picking up the tab for our stay. We stayed at the beautiful (wonder if it’s still standing) Phoenicia Hotel. Its marble opulence lent an air of sophistication to my youthful enthusiasm; I was 26 at the time and ready for romance and adventure.

Certainly, Beirut provided both as the city spread out its welcome. A friendly representative of Middle East Airlines met us at the airport and helped us speed through customs. Soon, we were on our way to the hotel, where the loud and exciting street sounds greeted our entrance into the city.

I remember standing on the balcony of my hotel room, a drink in my hand, and gazing at the local populace as people rushed madly through their myriad activities. There was a hurried environment, and I soaked up all the images, sounds, sights and smells that my brain could manage. I remember having dinner at the hotel’s main dining room, on the top floor, where I could look down into the darkness of the Mediterranean. Small fires dotted the white beaches, which glowed mysteriously, even in the dark.

I dined on shrimp cocktail, chateaubriand and good old American-styled French Fries. I remember smoking a cigar in anticipation of the night on the town yet to come. There were four of us from El Paso that had opted for overseas employment. As we made plans for the evening, I excused myself, promising to meet my friends later that night. I browsed around the hotel, sat and enjoyed Spanish music being played and sung by a musician with a guitar. The crowd of people staying at the hotel were, by all evidences, wealthy people. They also represented a variety of nationalities

I remember leaving the hotel and walking the streets of Beirut, hungry for experience. I remember “hawkers” standing outside nightclub doors and practically pulling in people. It was so much like being in Juarez, I thought at the time. I remember walking into a club located in an alley. I don’t remember the name of the bar, but it was owned by a Spanish lady. As I walked in, two of my El Paso friends were there.

One of them was a rather mellow fellow, who had known the club owner for a long time. The lady was obviously infatuated with my friend, but my friend was indifferent to her charms. He had only recently married and was determined to be true to his new wife. I remember the club owner telling us that our money was no good in her place, and I remember finally walking back to the Phoenicia Hotel at 5 a.m., staggering slightly from my all night bout.

I had every intention of visiting the farmer whom I had befriended on the plane the very next day. However, the fumes of fate clouded my mind, and I did not awaken until 4 p.m. It was time to fly to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. I remember Beirut with fondness. I remember Beirut before hundreds of Palestinian refugees were slaughtered by Israeli-supported Lebanese Christians. Yes, I remember Beirut before the deluge.