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DEMOCRACY IS THE WAY

"Democracy is the way"
perhaps the greatest lie ever told
or so it seems through my African eyes
that have watched hope grow old.

They say elections bring freedom
that ballots are keys to chains
but I’ve seen the vote become a veil
while poverty still remains.

What fills the screens are polished lies
campaigns drenched in foreign languages 
while behind the stage are hidden hands
and vaults packed out of sight.

Taking turns is never a kind of freedom
Promises wrapped in deceit
a rigged game played with loaded dice
where justice never takes a seat.

queen of the suns

The suns had never had a queen before
But it was an idea the solar system did not deplore
Matter of fact, some planets thought it was the way
To honor a sun who was merry, joyful and gay

They held a contest and the willing female suns strutted in
One of the older ones had spittle sliding off her chin
A young sun dabbed it with a hankie, helping her immediately too
As far as the judges were concerned, this is what a queen should do

Placing their ballots in secret, they figured out right away
That the empathetic young helpful sun was merry, joyful and gay.
They gave her a gorgeous tiara made of flowers in pastel blue
She was excited, and appreciative and grateful too.

Voice Choice

Ballots fill the box,
Silent hope for what's to come,
Voices find their way.

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A War Beneath Skin

Cells held secret ballots in my bones,
voting for mutiny in whispers.
Cancer, that drunk architect,
scribbled collapse into my blood's blueprint.

They built black gardens in my lungs,
where breathing became a treasonous act.
Tumours whittled my ribs into broken bridges,
pinned eviction notices on my veins.

Every chemo drip was a gamble—
waging war against a traitor
that wore my own face.
Hair fell like forgotten promises.

This was no battle to win;
only a siege to outlast.

notice of breach in print statements or?

deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego


overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law 
being held

deportation hmis

creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's

Election Turmoil

Waited patiently in lines to cast the vote
The turnout was expected; patience was tested
Uneasiness, hungry, and tired enough to be tempted
To leave the line, but frustration heavy in tote

Some feel it was not a honest fair win
Ballots were burned prior to election
Should there been more ballot protection
Oh well, candidate chosen with a jovial grin

Just pray this candidate is honest and true
A lot of talk of what is needed in this nation
Many voters are celebrating with elation
Some voters will continue to be sad and blue

Everybody will not be happy no matter the circumstance 
Its the fate of the political experience for voters
Both parties campaign hard with ads and funny posters
Switch. Different party, its like the nation qualify for a refinance.

And the Winner is

And the Winner is  ..........


I knew the outcome long ago
counting ballots a waste
			just for show
Democracy lost, bought for billions galore
your new President
the same as before
Netanyahu
more dead children and babies 
the real election outcome
		was never a maybe

I Can’t Wait

I’m tired of reading articles
About Election Day.
There’s nothing new that anybody 
In the world can say.

Opinions, mostly set in stone,
Are not about to budge
And hopefully, November 5th,
Our ballots get to judge.

I can’t wait ‘til it’s over,
Though I’m trying hard to hope
That whichever way the wind blows,
Those who lose will somehow cope.

My Two Cents

For voters who sit on the fence,
Allow me to add my two cents.
If your rearing forbids
Nasty words by your kids,
Of one candidate there’s no defense.

If you’re childless, with maybe some pets,
Voting one way you’ll have no regrets,
Since when bullies are beaten
Who believe cats are eaten,
We can focus on climate and debts.

And for women, just think about Roe.
Let our ballots let everyone know
That when we get to choose,
Anti-female men lose
As our voting booth bodies will show.

This election will let us decide
If our country can cross the divide
To unite for a chance
For respect to advance
Or to mourn when democracy died.

RIGGED ELECTIONS

The ballot box frowns 
As a second slip sneaks in
Agents asleep, their guard undone
This act, their party's loss begun.

In another world, quiet and cold 
Where eyes merely witness, and truth is sold
Another ballot box grins with glee
Its smile bought by bribery.

What once was a promising race
Now marred by a missing name, a darkened trace.  
A different print, a shadowed twist
A voter lost, forever missed.

No longer a choice, but a staged deceit
A premeditated game where truth meets defeat.  
Like a circus without its clowns  
The ballots turn, as fate frowns.

vote early and often

It is said that our ballots are secret
And that is the way we should keep it
A trip to the polls
No chads, marks, or folds
Just some deft sleight of hand to delete it

They vote early and often
Some vote from the coffin
A nod and a wink
Was it blue or soft pink
There’s a bucket right here to put that in

Political Enemies

The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.

Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

SPOILT BALLOTS

SPOILT BALLOTS

During an election, winning hopes go uP
Other than postal voting it is a dilemmA
Usually, people use a pen with a fine tiP
Booths hiding if a cross or a tick is madE
Leaving both won’t count - it is either-oR
Each paper is posted so causes problemS

As votes are examined, a counting bluR
Can it be a tick, cross or nothing to seE
Resolved by someone recalling the RaJ
Offering a decision, accept it or ignorE
So, by the end of such a day so hectiC
The results are not worth making a beT
In dawn’s early light, a win to celebratE
Can it be normality, all pressure to enD

Unveiling Our Myths

Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters 
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.

In politics, a performance: 
marionettes on a dream-filled platform, 
ballots cast for favor 
lies woven with words 
strands of optimism and dread 
woven in imperceptible restraints.

Religion, with its narratives,
deities and monsters depicted in faith 
comfort sought in fables 
significance discovered in customs,
fleeting peace in their presence 
prayers ascending, vapors in thin air.

Daily rituals of superstition 
a black cat crosses the path, a broken mirror 
navigating through symbols 
interpreting with outdated understandings,
guided by obscure beliefs
apprehensive of uncertainties.

What if we dared to look behind the curtain 
to view the myths we hold; 
What secrets lie beyond?

STAINS OF DEMOCRACY

Ah, Democracy, that grand charade
Where every voice is equal made.
But think, what chaos this has bred
With common folk so widely led!

A vote for every man and Bio?
Come now, let's be serious, still.
Why trust the masses with the fate
Of nations large and issues great?

Behold the wisdom of the few
The enlightened ones who truly knew
The paths to power, gold, and oil—
Why let the commoners this spoil?

They debate in squares, protest in streets
Disturb our peace with angry tweets.
Why suffer noise from every faction
When silent work breeds true satisfaction?

Our forebears knew a simpler time
When power was held by birth—sublime!
No need for ballots, polls, or stance
When lineage alone advanced one's chance.

Think of the money saved from polls
The forests spared from ballot rolls.
Let's toast to simpler, quieter ways
Where few decide the nation's days.

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