Poem to the Chemtrail Pilots By Najma Fichthorn
By Najma Fichthorn. A poem written to the pilots who are flying the planes that are dumping toxic chemicals on us.
Take Back the Skies
Centuries old, instilled a sense of wonder.
The human race
LOOKed up at the skies, the stars, clouds,
the grand mystery of space,
long before the roar of jet’s thunder.
And although I am told
In America, we’re no longer supposed to ask,
I want our pilots to answer
in the midst of so much asthma and cancer,
“Where is your conscience?
when you perform tyranny’s task
of spraying aluminum into our atmosphere?”
While you are flying, life is dying.
“Do you care?”
Then stop. Don’t fly. Perhaps cry and think!
-about the poison you spray from the air-
over the land, and into the water we drink!
It’s gravely sad,
this mad physics lab,
accosting earth’s sphere.
So forget your mission, transcend your fear,
help us wipe away this big grey tear
smothering the blue skies, we once lived under,
before aerosol was attached to jet’s silent thunder.
Because the sky’s the limit! Heed mad cap of Rome!
And trespass not against Earth’s celestial dome,
where sky’s sacred spaces, once heavenly places
for feathered grace
have become hedge-funded fields
for government shills
dropping chemi-kills on the human race.
“Godless scientists, What have you done?
What have you done?”
God knows all.
But can God save all; those creatures of earth
who fly, walk, swim or crawl?
-After toxic trails from mindless machines
flown by pilots, the Wrights Brother’s invention
gone wrong, turned mean
…..spreading death from the skies
with manmade clouds of barium, strontium
and so much aluminum,
exceeded only by the lies
of those trying to cover up
all this crap that flies; the lies
of the Runaway-Government, Corporate State,
insane scientists, technocrats,
hiring flying acrobats
bent on their goal to depopulate.
Now, the hour is getting late.
While blue angels sing America’s anthem out loud,
mocking some gawking, intoxicated crowd,
sky-lit clouds form,
with false-flag rainbows
framing for -hire pilots,
who are busy pulling levers,
pushing buttons to the scream of “Queen”,
hard-rock fashioned irrefutable death machine!
Hey, Band Man, Foreigners!
making clouds in the sky,
-to the tune of Plumes,
black, magical Shrooms,
Grids and Crosses,
spewing Fumes and Toxins,
Lucifers’ illumined fallout Flakes,
Snap, crackle pop,
With each lethal drop!
“When will you stop? When will you stop?”
-With your aluminum, barium, Morgellon’s shake?
It’s more than someone’s carbon footprint at stake!
This mad marathon of destruction,
no macho man can win,
causes obstructions to all who
breathe it in.
These chemtrails that AREN’T contrails
are an egregious sin.
So, don’t echo the lies
of the DeFacto Government, Corporate State,
those militant dupes who destroy and hate,
while covering up what flies, a LIE….
A LIE of such outcast unconscionable greed,
Destroying life, destroying seed!
A LIE of such vast, stretchable size,
making all blue, except for the skies.
For this grey Shroud; Haze,
manmade clouds from aluminum,
high-tech chemical plasma,
causes Tree Death, Soil Spoil, Cancer and Asthma.
So these toxic clouds can’t be “contrails”-
‘Harmless condensation of icicles over our nation’ —-“Phew!”
But rather it appears to be,
corporate, intensification plan
to affect the life span
of organic farming,
while breaking down the lungs of
child, woman and man,
and without regard to all other beings
chemclouds are harming.
PLEASE, Hear now, a call to conscience,
Pontius Pilot, Hear now our cries!
Come to us now, Come to our side.
“Take Back the Skies.
…..Take back the Skies.”
To be believable, we must be credible,
To be credible, we must be truthful.
– Edward R. Murrow