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Political Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Political

These Political Villanelle poems are examples of Villanelle poems about Political. These are the best examples of Political Villanelle poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


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Kind Woman, Womankind

Brutes, in name of God, to show their might, fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep. Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight. Innocents of war with smiles once bright, ravished; tossed like garbage in a heap, angels hovering nigh have you in sight. Faithful brides, for something less than trite, set on fire in their beds as they sleep. Kind woman, womankind, your soul‘s in flight. Girls in huts, legs spread, cry out in fright. A ritual to mutilate cuts deep. Angels from on high do hear your plight. Wives in their own homes (not all is right), beaten, hush their children not to weep. Womankind, kind woman, comes the night. . . . Sisters, don’t be wearied by the blight. For what they sow, God’s told us they shall reap. Angels have prepared you robes of white. Kind woman, womankind, hold tight your light. By Andrea Dietrich


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Through the Fog and Filthy Air

Through the fog and filthy air—
Which hurts my eyes just to see,
I come with something to declare…

I bring no one but myself; still, beware!
Beware of what may come after me
Through the fog and filthy air.

I come with bad news laid bare,
I come with lost souls—mad and hungry;
I come with something to declare:

Build high the wall, let them flare;
Lest all of them break in, running free!
Through the fog and filthy air.

Believe me what awaits out there:
They are not what they used to be,
I come with something to declare.

And, oh, I see them rushing from there—
Legion of hell which no one can compare!
Through the fog and filthy air
I come with something to declare!


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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


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Road Sixteen Hundred ( Alexandrine Villanelle)

With no idea none at all of what to do,
were sixteen hundred soldiers counted newly dead.
Ask sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue,

How many more to muster, murder; though untrue
the reasons given?  Gone where angels fear to tread,
with no idea none at all of what to do.

Unconcerned for what is lost or even who…
just "Collateral Damage"... that is what they said
at sixteen hundred Pennsylvania Avenue.

From hollow oath the young men follow through
as "Cannon Fodder"… aren't they "lives" instead,
with no idea none at all of what to do,

What loss of value, freedom.  Dressed Red, White, and Blue
now shades of ghostly grey except where they have bled,
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.

We waited as if deaf and blind to what we knew,  
Now sixteen hundred to untimely death have sped
with no idea none at all of what to do.
Tell sixteen hundred Pennsylvania avenue.


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Independence Tribute - For Jamaica

From Afric's banks secure naked we came
In empire's shell to build a name again
And each yearly leg we carry the flame

Forward with mighty surging wave. Proclaim
Us then the phoenix from fiery pain,
Children of Jamaica true to love's aim.

And this another year in sunrise frame
Strong, independent, problems we disdain
On the scroll of nations we write our name

We are Jamaica, fanning freedom's flame
We singers of faith, dance not here in vain:
To survive the rim you must make the game.

Let there be no tears, no cup for a blame
Sweet Jamaica is a green palm to reign
Where Columbus dead caravel found shame

And Hawkins and all his pirate's host lame
History repeat not here in God's domain
But pyramids rise of Africa's fame
Jamaica is the swallow - joy the rain 


 






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Apathy is Fatal

Obedience  is  vital
Join  the  front-line  fray
Conscription  is  essential

Answer  the  war  call
Warships  want  mêlée
Obedience  is  vital

Apathy  is  fatal
Battle  breaks  in  the  bay
Conscription  is  essential

Be  the  hero  and  stand  tall
Join  us  today,  go  without  delay
Obedience  is  vital

Get  your  SLR  and  fight
Help  secure  the  water-way
Your  conscription  is  essential  

Taliban  snipers  will  see  you  fall
Their  aim  is  sharp  and  won't  stray
Obedience  is  vital
Your  conscription  is  essential


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Imitator of Perpetrator

Malefactor of our mighty land
Guile do they practice from them, beat
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Their soul's the people reprimand
Like flies rejecting a rust feet
Malefactor of our mighty land

Drive them from our inunct land
Like Fulani cattle being hit
Skank do they drop on our prior rand

Sweep out before broth turns our hand
Like cobwebs cleaned out of room neat
Malefactor of our mighty land

Their tongue festooned with sweet canard
Embellished with tear thorns their teeth
Skank do they dump on our prior rand

When they continue being rotund
We the citizens turns unfit
Malefactor of our mighty land
Skank do they dump on our prior rand


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Villanelle: Strike - And you sign your own death warrant

Villanelle : Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

   for Obama, a swell chap he may have been or may yet be

Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
   Wild men’ll come a-gunning avenge their own god
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Come they’ll too clad in black : King and President
   All muttering under breath : « The Old Sod ! »
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

You’ll have time to rue what a lone strike meant
   Your shores were never at stake nor your Lord
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

Those who build iron walls know they can’t hunt
   Must the World be sacrificed for one god ?
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !

When d’you strike back for the Sandyhook Lent
   The NRA strikes back and call you : « Sod »
Is that wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot ?

Be the Statesman and make every word count
   Bring the toddler gods to the feet of God
Strike ! And you sign your own death warrant !
Is the wart on Fa-ling line : Death by shot?

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


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You Planted a Garden

You planted a garden and must make a decision,
As some varieties become very independent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

The corn grows tall, creating massive division,
Suppressing all others, becoming the one percent.  
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The squash is crafty by wondering in any direction,  
And steals nutrients from others without consent,
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

The tomatoes spread through rapid disconnection. 
Their vines hold others down through dissent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision.

The potatoes hide to avoid any infection,	
Become the underground within the basement.
You are the one that has to control this situation.	

So remember, you are in charge solely by election,
And every plant is part of those you represent.
You planted a garden and must make a decision,
You are the one that has to control this situation.

By Greg Stanley


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