Best Activist Poems
ANIMAL ACTIVIST
Union activist actually – Animal Branch, dude.
My union buddies are thinking it‘s intolerably rude
To have penguin members thrown fish - an insult.
It should be politely offered, like to any human adult.
Our AFL-CIO sheep in an “overcrowded” flock
Must have minimum workers’ space needs; the stock
Needs two metres between each pair of sheep.
Some of our pigs are working in conditions so horribly cheap
As to be described as “a pig sty”.
But the most ridiculous waste of unionized labour in my
Opinion is cows, who‘ve got salt at one end of field
And water at other end: they gotta walk miles each day.
Seems obvious they could have salt and water together, say
At one end, and save a lot of walking for our brothers.
And what about racial slurs and implicit name-calling of others -
“Great Dane” suggests other nationalities of dog workers are worse.
Should be called “Danish” - all dogs are worth paying a fatter purse.
One of our brothers is a dog who’s a boxer:
Horrible, he’s one of the Marquis of Queensbury jocks…er…..
Oh…. and no more of that Old English Sheepdog stuff, I’m afraid.
It’s obvious age-ism in the trade.
You talk of neo- liberalism
And progressive politics
They say Im left of centre
Like a sort of wonky shelf
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep.
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
Terrorists aint freedom fighters
And what the hell is Daesh
Just a bunch of Idiots
Who’s imaginary friend as sent them ape
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep.
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
As carbon really got a foot print
And diversity not a dance group on a show
And a honest conversation
Thats not telling someone they are as ugly as their mum
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
The voters will stop listening
And turn on their television sets
And start voting for a dancing dog
On X factor instead.
for any readers abroad diversity the name of a dance group on a uk talent show .
Joan Chandos Baez is an American singer
Eighteen years old, first of the later date
protest folk singers
Famous before Bob Dylan!
Songwriter, musician, and activist.
Folk music of protest and social justice,
in the fields of nonviolence, civil rights,
workers' rights, and the environment
Made over 30 albums
Fluent in Spanish and English,
recorded songs in at least
six other languages
March on Washington for Civil Rights
Supported Cesar Chavez and his
United Farm workers Union
Protested Vietnam War, and supports
homeless veterans
Fundraiser for the Ukraine refugees
Eighty years of age, Joan is still
performing for cherished causes
History will teach us
"The Purpose Of Life" through
the genius women such as Joan Baez.
what the!
did you say
we the people
are living
in a bad new age
we can no longer
live in a melodramatic
irredeemable way!
oblivious to
what, we do
and how it will
hurt the children
of today
you say
we the community
need to act
in a uncivilized way
clean up this
right away
and do all we can
on this very day
cut down on
things that cause
environment toxic waste
shout no more
crude oil spills
in the river and lakes
and not to live
with plastics
severed up
on our family's
dinner plates
no! you didn't,
just
try and save the World
by getting manhandle
by every cop in the world
whats that you say
its time to
get up and march
its another
fu*k with the
man Friday
Ok! lets do it your way...
What matter the pain or the will or the echo of man,
Is hated more then speech or is left to blind to sort the wording out,
Like a holocaust left to the death from swimming would you plague such a,
Disaster as a disease or more of phenomena,
Or lack of conscience of truth.
Opportunity is not the lack of affection but the sooner of the attention,
If words give meaning ideas from form laughter smile joins to pleasure,
How have the idea of wait and change a reset button,
At the hear beat of a pulse most be a measure,
At the heart of a city there must be a crow,
And at the heart of a man there be surely a soul,
And if not where is pulse that bless for mankind,
Dear god is grace among the living? ,
Like a story of a building levels of levels of stiff steps,
Clear the landing just wait for it I think,
As mankind will found it's balance.
How To Become Fireflies
For a man to live
He must first be born.
For a man to be called
He must first speak in tongues.
For a man to believe
He must first see not hear.
For the lost of a mother
Leaves a child in a state of eternal grief.
For a man to pen writes
He must first learn to lie.
For gods do not laugh or smile
When humans offer their head as sacrifice.
For a man to learn the ways of the ancestors
He must first learn to die.
For the living have no business with the dead
Whose fate is neither known nor stated.
***
For a man to be a firefly
He must first learn to give up his life.
How? He must learn to fly without wings.
For to be a firefly is to be;
The soft voice liberating stranded souls in Aba.
*[ Prologue, Cleanse The Home ]*
_As Written By:_
*Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare et Obosa Brait*
SPEARE POETRY
I know is sounds funny, the fact that I’m so shy,
To say that I’m an activist for anything.
I don’t like big crowds, and I’ve never figured out why.
You’ll never get me up on any stage to sing.
But whatever I defend, I’m passionate about.
I believe very strongly and hold to my beliefs.
There are times I lose my cool and get up and shout,
But then I hide and heave a heavy sigh of relief.
Put me on the radio and I can talk all day,
But don’t even think about putting me on t.v.
One on one in a studio, I have lots to say,
But the lights and cameras always make me queasy.
Something happens in our lives causing us to question what we know.
We open our eyes and seek the truth learning more as we go.
The more we uncover the hungrier we get for more understanding,
but the world is so full of distractions and deception.
We have a burning desire to take action and do more.
We protest injustice, corruption, politics and war.
We are labeled as hippies, angry kids, anarchists,
conspiracy theorists and terrorists.
Family and friends often reject us.
Such is the life of the activist.
We are beat by police and mocked by the news,
yet we remain steadfast to spreading the truth,
and for many, much like me,
it becomes a very lonely, solitary journey.
Being an active activist isn't for they who live their lives complacently.
Peace on Earth, Oh, We Will Not Comply
Days of Mirth, No, We Will Not Comply
Raise Our Rifles, Help the People Die
Laws Are Trifles, We Will Not Comply.
“I don’t want to hear about blood and guts;
I’m clean-white inside, like a potato,”
Thus she dismissed her true anatomy
In favor of conceptual notion.
Remembering this while I watch the news,
I think maybe I too favor notion
Avoiding the focus on blood and guts –
The country is at war, but I’m at peace
I don’t want to dwell on inner workings --
the lies and deals and cheats of government,
the crimes and atrocities of commerce,
the injustices and world tragedies.
A blue-eyed redneck, all clean-white inside,
I veg on the couch like a potato.
I am a true activist who will go so far as to be civilly disobedient,
but I absolutely draw the line and will never partake in out right violence.
You see the plight of man
And the mess that he is in
You want to change his world
But where do you begin
This line that you have crossed
Spurs thoughts inside your mind
His does along with don'ts
Hoping that he finds
The root cause to those faults
As plain as they can be
You see them more than not
As surely as you breathe
You hope to change his mind
Open up the door
All of this is fine
But you first must change the heart
The heart is where we love
The heart is where we care
And unless it's soft and pliable
You will get no where
The best way for you to get this done
Is to start out on your own
When a heart is filled with hate
No battles will be won
Because hate can not beat hate
It only fuels the fire
If you truly want to change the world
You first must change the heart
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
hired activist
mind the figure
you adore
mind the ideology
you adopt
mind the believe
you portray in reality
cos out their
on their heels of power
remember the closed door
behind the closed door
your faith is determine
prepared and chosen
to reality
don't forget you are
not there
don't be fooled
by the popular truth
remember you are not
part the circle
the circle that controls
what you never know
yet adopt
beware cos
so many idols are
not for truth
so many talent are
bought to promote evil
so many intellectuals
don't say no truth any more
they no longer read from
the soul
but read only from the master's
script
beware cos
so many are money hungry
and this dont excluded
those you adore
somany are also victims of
hired activist
What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?
How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?
An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.
We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win interdependence
predicting robust interactive health systems
of and for dynamic climate outcomes.
But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacredly interwoven Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.
Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.
Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win balancing orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.
In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets
Unfolds tomorrow's Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside,
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude outside
secular/sacred inside
ReMembering.