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Political Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Political

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Four corners.
Stands, four players. 
Quarrels of foul cries, collided.
Facing each nemesis into quadrants, divided. 

Individuals motivated by objectives.
Devising plans, careful detectives. 
Goal to achieve the highest rank, careful steps--discriminate.
Going by the hit-list, tunnel vision, hindrances must eliminate. 

Scoping intensely, measuring opponents, methodical evaluation. 
Staying alert, mind assessment, sedulous investigation. 
Shrill of the first struck, the red bullet--bounces. 
Instant reflex, ricochet the shot, violence--denounces. 

The King may bend the rules, charges swift modification. 
The Pawns are summoned, critical prosecution. 
The Bishop prays for the suspects, classified praises, flattery denunciation. 
The Queen cradles a heart, each beat rebounds, battery probation.

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Beautiful ones are dying

Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/

A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/ 
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/

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Can't Happen Here

Some Storks and Froggies
Decided to play
One night by the light of the moon

But the tail of their game
Was much too profane
And besides 
It ended too soon

It’s for your best
Storks would say
Please see things our way
Just trust us
And you will do well

But the rules they rewrote
And the frogs lost the vote
And with frog
Stork bellies did swell

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Is a double standard
   Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
       What ever
    Happened to
It was really nothing
          - And -
Don't worry about it!

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields

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Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
         I will also get
       An attitude if
   You mention it!....

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields

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Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
         That you
   Should do for Me
However, I will do as little
    As I can for You!

         Poet Author
         Gary Fields

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            **********Note: This is Part II to the 'BIG GAME'**********
                                        May the Lord Be with you!

Now the Devil was at First Base
Ready to take a steal
One of his minions' is on Third
Preparing to do the devious' deal
He planned to steal
While one of the Lord's Shepherds'
Was out playing the field
And their was one little truth
That wasn't heard
And that was that the Shephere
Got the word...
As the ball clasped and thundered
A ground ball that barely cleared
         The ground...
It took every-body by surprise
Fore it never made a sound
And the multitudes' shuttered
As he took first base
I could barely believe my eyes'
The Devil is low you know
He stole second base
But, God kept the minions'
At bay... In their place...
And it has been that way to this
Very Day
The fear engulfed  the multitudes'
This game was to last all day'
And it seem as though the
Devil would win....
That he should have his way....
With a little help from his
The Minion (BATTER^UP) was of
The Devils' own making
He was a bat... Lords' people
        Were all shaking...
And you know what made
           Thing's worse
He did make first and released
               The Curse
And the Plague was in
World Domination was about'
          To begin

    ******Surely to be continued*********

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We Are No Cowards

In the jungle of our collective heritage
In our wild teaming with endless species of flora and fauna
In the savannah, the tropics and the deserts of our kingdom
There is place for neither the honest nor the peace-loving
I am not adding to adages, I am talking reality
I  am talking about the principle of virtue
And of the practicality of vice
I am talking about the cat family of our jungle life
That is celebrated for disrupting our conscientous existence
They are deemed meritorious because we are miserable
Because they are admired, our clamours go unheard
We are lowly, we are vulnerable, we are defenseless
We set our table with vegetation, but graze them with trembling
We respect their pathways but they don't respect ours
Under the lush delicacies of our livelihood, they ambush us
By the edge of our collectively-owned flows, they await us
They parade majestically and in showy antics, they stretch and growl
We see their prowess and bravery flaunted, and we cower into shades
They mock our meekness, even our gentleness, they deride
They mistake our peacefulness with cowardice
We are no cowards; we are only not favoured with their strength
We recognize our weakness the way they recognize their strength
And we bow loyally to their wishes and decline their contests
But our every decline provokes and challenges their ego
Our surrender and our protest are alike to them 
Our existence is their headache, yet their means of livelihood we are
They will not stop until they have suppressed us into extinction
Unfortunately, when we are gone they shall be gone too
They shall comprehend the truth but very late
That though the cat rules, the jungle shall breathe without it
But without us, there is neither the jungle nor the cat

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Paroxysmal Distortion

You’re prearranged with all those thoughts of dread, rearranged for a propaganda fret. 
You are the few, you are the same, and you have been bought.
 By all who knew just what to say and do, holding change like it’s an enlighten noose. 
Monkeys it’s not the same without a thought 
	Morals distorted as it fills your glass. Pungent as you taste the last, drop of all
who’ve came and all who’ve gone. You watch them as they smile and book. The television
shows of smut. Behind the camera they still cook your bones. 
Stay tuned till this intermission, behind the curtain of rendition. You’ll find them with
the chain that holds your thoughts. 
Now as you vote for change, you shed like a dog who whines to be fed. 
Where’s your politician with his cross. 
	He’s holding all the change you gave. In a box prearranged, rearranged and saved. Just in
case his future comes to a halt. 

So here’s your fortress of solitude, hold it close as you choose. For a mirror imagine of
your thoughts. Hold it closer as you think our fractured structure on the brink. 
It could depend on you to make them fall. 

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If these walls could talk they would have said 'No!',
No!,to growth of green algae and mosses on their skin,
 perforated with holes which allow water to flow,
Their colors fading and their beauties cannot be seen,
Their very foundation shaken with great intense,
The land they defend is no longer fertile,
Ideas and sovereignty they protect have become past-tense,
All their works become insignificant and futile,
Clay,sand and loamy quarrel;to divide the land they seek,
while soil flora and fauna fight with a bad motive,
Animals collide with these walls making them weak,
Cyclone,storms and floods ram unto them like locomotive,
With all these commotions,they would have cried not talked,
These walls regret for being together,they could have walked.

*These walls--past Heroes and Nationalists that fought for the independence of my country.
Now there are internal wrangling or fighting,commotion,dissatisfaction,tribalism,religious bigotry,killings and terrorism.The unity of the country is shaking...
*clay,sand and loamy soils--three major tribes in my country.

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