“By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith”. – Hebrews 11:7
Where Are the Children?
by Michael Doyle
Minnesota's finances are a web of revelation.
It seems Somali fraud has found its location.
Layers of ever-expanding fraud
Sorted into questions asked amidst discovered odds.
Antifa and others act to spread the fear.
Yet, why are there no children who should be there
Nick Shirley came and began actively looking
At the facts and the books that someone had been cooking.
Where are the children?
Where do they study and play?
Where are the blessed children?
I heard someone ask one special day.
Children's daycare becomes a point of loss
Where the Democratic Party has long been the boss.
The Somali community is the bloc of power,
And its daycare fraud is the scandal of this hour.
Covid's "Feeding the Future" was a financial fiasco
In which fleecing the government was the goal.
Sixty-one convictions are just the beginning,
In the fraudulent web of Somalis openly sinning.
Where are the children?
Where do they study and play?
Where are the blessed children?
I heard someone ask one special day.
Whistleblowers have revealed it all,
But Governor Walz brushed it off to avoid his fall.
Until the spark of germane truth gave revelation.
The truth of the fraud will be known by the nation.
Welfare fraud has spiraled out of control.
The immense stench has ruptured our souls.
There is even fraud found in patient transportation.
Why it has been allowed to grow defies explanation.
Where are the children?
Where do they study and play?
Where are the blessed children?
I heard someone ask one special day.
It isn't just in Minnesota but every Blue State.
We cannot accept this as America's fate.
President Trump has set up an office to fight
This disease of fraud; let's hope we get it right.
The Somali crisis is not by chance but by choice.
It is up to the rest of us to raise our voices.
The truth of the matter comes to accountability.
To shift these patterns requires a moral vocabulary.
Where are the children?
Where do they study and play?
Where are the blessed children?
I heard someone ask one special day.
Somali clans, the Muslim Brotherhood, and vast corruption
Have brought America to the point of disruption.
Open borders with unconditional welfare are the incentive.
American law must act in concert to be preventative.
Free competition, science, and rights of property,
Combine together for the good of Western vitality.
The rule of lawyers over rule of law wounds propriety.
The hard sins of Minnesota might return us to barbarity.
Where are the children?
Where do they study and play?
Where are the blessed children?
I heard someone ask one special day.
(c) January 31, 2026 Michael Doyle
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“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?” – Henry David Thoreau
“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” – A.A. Mllne
My Taken Stand
by Michael Doyle
It's time for a little Sunday good,
Listening to a sermon as understood.
It's about the faithfulness of God's love
Shared with a hallelujah from above.
It's all about walking our faithfulness,
Knowing the path of His wonderfulness.
In return, all I offer is His praise.
I sing of His glory to my end of days.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air,
Stretched and reaching, letting go of care.
It feels like I've become a walking prayer,
And I feel His presence everywhere.
God meets us all where we are at.
I live this like a natural fact.
Whatever the weather outside,
The Lord keeps me warm inside.
Let's stand with our hands toward the sky,
Feeling His love in the sweet by and by.
Every challenge is met with optimism,
It has been this way since baptism.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air,
Stretched and reaching, letting go of care.
It feels like I've become a walking prayer,
And I feel His presence everywhere.
With my eyes lifted ever higher,
I reach out despite knowing my desire
Lays in the Heaven as close as my heart.
It's been there since the start.
Somewhere beneath this all too human mask,
There are the questions we need to ask.
By the unasked questions we become undone,
Until we are redeemed by God's only Son.
I stand on my feet, hands in the air,
Stretched and reaching, letting go of care.
It feels like I've become a walking prayer,
And I feel His presence everywhere.
(c) January 30, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“The goal of socialism is communism.” – Vladimir Lenin
Let there be no doubt about it. There is nothing innocuous about socialism. When someone tells you what they are about, it’s best to believe them and take reasonable precautions where what they are s something bent on the destruction of our nation.
“Knowledge will forever govern ignorance; and a people who mean to be their own governors must arm themselves with the power which knowledge gives.” – James Madison
Jagged Edges
by Michael Doyle
Her jagged edges blur into curves.
The way she moves is smooth to my nerves.
I like the way I find that her flow hits me.
She’s a beautiful disaster that maybe gets me.
She says every scar has its story.
Every ride and die burnt out in glory.
Crash and burn choices her own way.
I want her contentment in our days.
This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.
She’s the kind who won’t put up with neglect.
She is right in demanding her respect.
Those eyes are deeper than my soul.
One kiss and I know that I’ll lose control.
She starts a new chapter with every page.
The pen she writes with I love and rage.
The trick is to keep the plot plausible
With love like hers, it has to be possible.
This girl, she’s a woman on fire.
Her heart’s a puzzle of desire.
Every scratch has her own meaning.
The imperfection of being a human being.
She’s easy to love, that’s easy to see.
I wish she would come on and take her chance with me.
It takes a lot of darkness to find the light.
But when I hold her close it feels so right.
My heart keeps beating as I long,
There’s a lot of meaning in this song.
Is it the spell that I’m under,
That makes my heartbeat crash like thunder.
(c) January 29, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“I believe that our national security lies not just in protecting our borders, but in bridging divides.” – Joe Lieberman
“If you do not take an interest in the affairs of your government, then you are doomed to live under the rule of fools.” – Plato
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