Best Cartels Poems
America, trillions in debt
gives to many nations!
Alas, what for, we are seen
as a selfish nation?
Homeless populate the streets
of LA.(thanks to governor Newsom)!
Yet don't you get it, we have
no extra money to pay.
No hidden vaccines do we store.
But all nations yelling...
More, more, more.
We are not a vaccine store!
I have no idea why we ever
helped our allies?
They do, to this day, forever
despise us
I would not come on an international
site.
Insulting any nation, as though what
they had, was my right.
We are on the road to becoming
Venezuela, two.
People waltz in here, like
we owe them a living, too.
Besieged with Covid at our
borders.
Thousands for a free monthly
check plus medications, such
hoarders.
There are people legally, wanting
to move here.
Overrun by gangs, the Cartels,
who have no fear.
I grew up in Chicago, quite
international.
Relatives, legally arrived when
LAW was still fashionable.
But we are expected to take all in,
as if we are a bottomless money pit.
Don't you understand, we've
surpassed our money limits?
Stop lying and saying we are
hoarding vaccines.
You are listening to the Cancel Culture
station, in itself, worse than the disease!
3/16/2021
~3~
Categories:
cartels, america, angst, international,
Form:
Rhyme
This country’s sure got problems
Corruption, crime, and drugs.
And though we try to fix the world
The world just hates our guts.
But for all our woes and troubles
I still love the US
‘Cause compared to the rest of the world
America sucks less
They call us all polluters
With our Hummer SUV’s
But in China you can taste the air
And it taste like iPhone 3’s
You may hate our politicians
And protest what they say
But think about how much it sucks
To be Russian and gay
Our congress can’t do anything
Our senators are goons
But at least they were elected
And their name’s not Kim Jong–un
Japan makes better cars than us
Games and cartoon shows
But I saw The Cove on Netflix huh
And that was pretty messed up, bro
America, I love you, out of necessity
You’re not too hot and not too cold
And mostly not diseased
Compared to the alternative
You’re probably the best
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucks less
Our economy is tanking
But we’re not as bad as Greece
Our fast food is disgusting
But Italy has maggot cheese
The NSA is spying on
Our emails and phone calls
But good luck finding WiFi
In some village in Nepal
Brazil is full of riots
Australia’s full of snakes
Mexico’s got cartels
And their water makes you crap for days
Dubai is just Las Vegas
Without alcohol or fun
And Africa’s in a post-colonial tailspin
Of genocide and oppression
I am so sorry for everything you guys have to deal with....Anyways,
America, I love you
Though you’re run by old white men
Republicans are a-holes
But at least they’re not the French
We’d probably get a solid B
If they gave the world a test
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucksless
America, I love you
For your lack of murder squads
Your working indoor plumbing
And your mostly valid laws
In a world of mostly crap
America stinks the best
Except for maybe Canada
You guys have a pretty good thing going
‘Cause the whole world sucks
But America sure sucks less
Categories:
cartels, america, satire, drug,
Form:
Free verse
A woman speaks:
“I will live in a tent, or demand I pay no rent!
My name is Sally, I want everything free!
To God, I never will bend an ungraterul knee!
For my community…..nothing will I ever do!
For the USA, you see, I think so little of you!”
“I will burn every American or Isreali flag I see!
Because everything in the USA belongs to me.
That new, red car you drive, it should be mine.
Anyone else's hard work, I shall never will do!
But all your accomplishments belong all to ne
not to you.”
“I am dying of bright, green jealousy and greed.
I steal anything I possibly can,it is my fervent creed!
I make our government tax you, till you bleed!
For you are my slaves,to fulfill all my selfish needs”
The USA, now a nation that will not work?
Why not we kindly deport these hapless jerks?
The melody I hear is so incredibly tragic,
People refusing to live lives, that are could be magic!
Criminal rioters are now totally honored here?
Teen gangbangers do stand on corners, slurping beer.
Children in Chicago, weekly are with no mercy shot dead.
BLM Marxist marches, rioters destroy, where are their heads?
Alas, the Jews are now not allowed a higher education
But must live as rodents~in fear and open the door in hesitation?
Americans, unite and do so very soon.
Do you applaud the slaughter of infants beneath an October seventh moom!
The new normal of hatred here must end now
I Pray to God, no money to Iran..I vow!
Find people with character who love, not have the joy to kill
October deventh gone,I still hear cries for mercy still!
Tent cities have ruined many delightful towms
fentanyl, thanks to Cartels, have taken many American lives.
While we hide at home,penning pietry that rhymes
Servants of the Gestapo, how dare you shame,
Those of us who believe in the American Dream, lost our flame.
We learned too well …..what happened in Germany,
When people thought that nutcase Hitler was sanity?
I hope you recall all the millions of lives thar were takem!
May God help us, this never occurs again ~ our hearts forsaken!!
4/25/2024
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Categories:
cartels, addiction, america, hope, how
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The CRY OF A KENYAN.
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation.
And here's my plead.
Am lost within a nation
No name no trace
No location no possession
No government but govern men
No freedom but free doom
Threats are the new proverbs
New slogans taking over,
(guilty till proven rich)
Corruption a current chess game
Leadership now a business gap
Leaders being Board Members
Cabinet being the shareholders
I wonder if we are the debtors
No say, since the burden is too big.
Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence
Enough, if the flowing blood
Enough of the illegal lands
Enough of the assassinations
Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood.
A crew hired to act the movie
The happenings seem dreams
All like fiction in The Originals.
The only fact, that time is passing
No longer can we entrust our lives on the government
No longer can we express out freely
No longer are our cases ruled with justice
Cases clog in the courts.
No longer can even prayers shaken their utter
No longer do they fear the Supreme One
But in churches, all different
Sited like an innocent infant
Faked sorrows while praying
All aiming to win our trust
Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya
Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled
Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves
A fact,they are meant to be our servants
But act like we are theirs slaves
Some lie to be fighting for us
But are after the seat, to grab the cheques
Wanting the privileges and Excellency
Let's stand for our poor Kenyans
Say No to their treachery
A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya.
courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016
Categories:
cartels, africa, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Narrative
Underage Immigrant Crisis Part 1
We are having a big problem here in Texas, by the border.
It is turning into a dilemma. A lot of underage children are
coming into the United states, from El Salvador, Honduras
and Guatemala.
These immigrants are only kids. They are running away from
poverty, gangs and their lives being threaten. They come here
to reunite with parents, or relatives that already live here.
At one time President Obama said that any child that reached
American soil, would not be sent back to their native Country.
I think that people confused his words. He never said for them
to send them by the thousands.
Now it seems that their own families are sending them, or
paying the coyotes big money to bring them here. Last year
24.000 children cross over. This year they expect 90.000.
What can we do? This is a big problem.
In their journey to get here - these children encounter a lot
of dangers. Some get raped, some get killed and some are
taken by the Cartels and forced to work for them. Still some
get here, but without an ear, or some fingers missing. They
do that so their relatives can pay more money to save their
lives.
These kids come to the Texas Valley, than they bring them
to Houston. From here they take them to California, where
they are not wanted. I think we should be more human with
them, by that I mean - maybe we should let them stay with their
families that are here already and help the ones that have no one.
What do you think?
To be continued:
07/11/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
Categories:
cartels, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Trump wants to build a wall
Between Mexico and us
I can't help but wonder
Why he's making such a fuss!
Cartels were building tunnels
Underneath our border fence
When Trump was groping females
And Pence sought common sense
Though Congress say Trump's thinking
Is reasonable and sound
We know they'll find the workforce
From los peons underground!
Categories:
cartels, america, culture, environment, immigration,
Form:
Verse
Pity my city
I pity my city there is no dignity in this city
There is no justice no freedom
Street children in a locked hall, shocking
County council overworking
The city must be clean so some humans are garbage
Some are cabbage, the garbage pay the damage
No houses sleep on spillage
But there are human rights
There are human right activists
There is the department of justice
All filled with malice
Pockets practice
Gross malpractice
Injustice, silence
You are in court
Guilty of court contempt
Another charge
The bail or the sentence
I’m bailed out in silence
Next time just bring your presence
Retain your silence
I was told
You will be safe.
My phone is gone, my shirt is torn
No bus fare so I walk alone
I think a lot, go back home or not
I remember I am a poet
I write a poem, a paradox
Pain in the city
I pity my city there is no dignity in my city.
Never what I came for
Likewise not what I prepared for
To be robbed by those I voted for
I am not happy anymore
My city is no more
I don’t wish for more
I just want go
not the city I know.
not where I wanted to grow
cartels make us bow
Now, now, now, it is time.
Time to know I am grown
And carry always my identity card
The men in blue are out bad
And always never forget also to carry ‘kitambulisho ya polisi’
Hawa watu ni mabeast na mafisi, human hyenas
time to tie up my seat belt whenever in a matatu,
sina mia tano ya kulipa coti kila saa na sitaki kulala ndani siku tatu
two days I am locked up inside my own head
spinning spinning, my thoughts are dead
the life so far I have led
no step has been made
no journey finished
No house furnished
Time is running and broke is sickening
My heart is listening, my brain is calculating
I have to act quick, just do something
The weather so good for chilling, but bad for singles
Life is unfair
No dream has been real
No love to heal
No feel
No deal
Just the bill
More and more bills
The city is fattening
Wanjiku is sickening
From Nys to health to Tunnels
It is all on the channels
How they on the seat eat
Meat
The citizen kitty is gone
The city is torn
Get the president on the phone
Call the press, what must be done be done
Impunity will not rule this city
Dignity must be restored
This city no more a pity
Bring back the citizen kitty
Say no more
The city.
Categories:
cartels, city, corruption, evil, humanity,
Form:
Ballad
The cry for peace
The pain of innocent blood-flow
The perplexity of having a tomorrow
The losses of our loved ones
The moan and grown for our life security
For it is a new Kenya
Where me you make no sense in a sapiens mindset
Brotherhood a word that lost meaning
Kenya only means boundary to them
Does guilt eat up a mans mind
Does the scene of a cold blood offer a crown
Or is it all under the so called cartels?
Am worried.
Categories:
cartels, africa, betrayal, conflict, peace,
Form:
Light Verse
Mysterious me
I'm mysterious, secretive,evasive
No friends, very little family
A Nomad traveling from city to city
State to state, country to country
No ties or obligations
I am free in my own mind.
I posses the inability to fear.
So I cast myself to lions and wolves
Wishing death but I constantly
Survive.
Gazing down the barrel of a loaded
Ak47, I smile and step forward
Pressing my head to the warm metal.
The enemy hesitates to seal my fate.
Russian roulette one bullet six holes five tries click, click, click,click,click
Most say I'm sick, to some it's a
Magic trick, I'm dancing with death
Following his footsteps . I'm not a
Mad man I'm just offering help.
Gang life I've played with the cartels
And mafia
The triads and yakuza
Gangsta disciples
Bloods and crips
Nick name no soul
With a Black heart, my eyes very
Cold.
Merchant of death to the highest
Bidder.
Cash, diamonds, or gold
What's the price? Ok I'm sold.
Military soldier slash henchman what you have captain? Its a dangerous mission, "well hell that's what I been missing" it's too hot for most but I'm
Perfect for the kitchen. "HM1 Do you desire to die"? Yes captain, "but why" So I looked in his eye and told the guy " I am who i am" with a loud
Battle cry.
Traveling the world from coast to coast enemies become friends that
Offer up a toast, but to my host
I'm a ghost. Mouth closed because I
Never boost. I Keep my enemies closer than most.
At the end of it all lies six bullet
Wounds, nine stab scars, ptsd,
Mental problems you can't see,
Self mutilation because my injuries
Are neck deep.
I can't weep
I can't sleep
I guess death killed me without
Moving a feet.
Categories:
cartels, death,
Form:
a world changing impact a horrific explosion leaving a crater sixty two miles wide loss of life can not be estimated an asteroid slams into Russia's countryside - - But It may be the death of a diamond cartel for this event happened long ago and far away leaving diamonds all over this giant diamond clustered bowl - - Trillions of carats fell more best friends than a woman could ever wear diamond remnants scattered from the sky is why cartels beware - John Beam
Categories:
cartels, funny, humorous, natural disasters,
Form:
Couplet
When I go to buy gas,
My teeth I want to gnash,
And I curse 'neath my breath,
And want to choke the hose!
Save room at the poor house;
I am gonna need it!
Gas is awful high.
Four bucks a gallon!
A loan from the bank.
Might help somewhat to,
Fill my empty tank!
Those crude cartels,
Control each drop.
And what is worse,
They drain my purse!
Help Congress!
Off your duffs!
Ease my plight!
My car
Gasps for
Gas!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 8 in David Williams' "Diminished Hexaverse" Contest - June 2012
Categories:
cartels, funny,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
First day on the job,
you took an oath to only tell lies
Had to sign a non-disclosure agreement,
before you got the Company suit-and-tie
You're CIA now,
sworn to secrecy
You're in the world of espionage,
living a 007 reality
Illegal arms dealers,
Mata Hari babes
Foreign rogue generals,
dark net cyber caches
Toss in a few drug cartels,
and everybody's getting paid
Everybody's getting spied on too,
electronic whispers homemade
You love your job,
truth be told, yet only under oath
But you dislike the party politics of it all,
though you like the sound
of hearing corrupt governments fall
You're CIA bred,
sworn to secrecy
You're in a world of covert spies,
living a James Bond reality
Illicit black market trade,
femme fatale operatives
Pandemic pathogens made,
secret outlawed experiments
Toss in a few psychotic terrorists,
and everybody's getting death video feed
Everybody's getting propaganda-ed too,
hacked disinformation makes liberty bleed
But you didn't reveal this publicly,
because of course,
you're sworn to secrecy
Categories:
cartels, hero, perspective, satire, truth,
Form:
Light Verse
MY NAME IS?
I always wake up feeling paranoid but never alone,
How many faces and shapes will I take?
Like a snake which sheds its skin, I change every time from one country to another,
Wearing different faces, different masks,
I feel blessed and fortunate each time I help someone,
I helped improve people’s lives,
Living the dream life,
Feed the poor, provided shelter to the homeless,
They all seem to love me,
I have lived for ages,
I have seen wars; diseases and famine wipe out generations,
I will never really die,
Humans depend on me for survival,
My dark side emerges every time,
I sleep with prostitutes, slay queens &drug dealers,
I Made men & women kill for me,
They Offer sacrifices and demonic worship,
Some even worship me,
They have burned me with witches, but I keep coming back
Rising from the ashes like the phoenix bird,
Just to get a piece of my power,
I have brought down emperors, monarchy and countries,
I have led men to slaughter and began revolutions,
I have been buried with dead presidents, kings and wealthy businessmen,
Some church members preach for me and lead their congregations astray,
Tonight I will dine with evil men whose hearts are dark,
My company will be heroin, cocaine, meth, molly, alcohol and purple haze,
Some will purchase this products overdose, others will murder just to get a piece of the pie,
I lived with cartels, gangsters, mobsters and they all love me,
They hide me on mattresses, carpets, ceilings, hidden cabinets and safes,
Some wrap me up in rubber bands, plastic bags,
Yesterday my company was the desert eagle, ak47, Uzi submachine gun, 33 callable pistols and m16,
These weapons of war will take innocent lives and wage war between different countries,
Will I ever die or go to sleep forever,
I am just tired of living this life,
Tomorrow they will print my brothers and hand me out,
I come in different denominations,
They call me Money, Benjamin’s, ace, bling- bling, dough & cash money.
Categories:
cartels, conflict,
Form:
Classicism
MY THOUGHTS ON PRESIDENT TRUMP
Donald Trump is truly a man among men
He fought for the Presidency and achieved a great win
He is now being denounced by politicians so corrupt
But our President's answers are rather abrupt
He let's them know his stance on conditions
And then finds a way to bring them to fruition
They cry what he has done is against the law
But he proves them wrong and it sticks in their craw
I believe for certain he will build his wall
And kickbacks received by others will be their downfall
The Mexican Cartels and drug lords will be upset
But the Borders will be safe, on that you can bet
I could say more about our brave President
And his desire to make America Great Again
But I would have to slander too many politicians
Both men and women in corrupt positions
So I will only go on record and say
President Trump has great plans for the USA
The construction of his wall will bring peace of mind
And prove that the corrupted front has been blind
So this President that others want to impeach
Will accomplish whate'er he beseech
And, yes, President Trump will show men
That he will make America Great Again
GO DONALD!!
16 February 2019
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin
Categories:
cartels, america, appreciation, dedication, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
The Don, the Boss, El JEFE, El Patron mas feroz.
Born and bred to relinquish the rules, exploit the fools, and elude the FEDs
Andando sin cuerda en los calles de Medellin, Don Pablo nacio con hambre y
sed "Pues Claro mijo, por que yo no soy ningun estrella bonito. I came to
conquer this world, an d steal from Los Ricos." He'd say, thus being his
mission objective.
Medellin, Colombian wasn't you're everyday plot of Land or tale of glory.
Mountanous landscapes, alarmingly temptuous women, and love stories.
Cocaine paid the drug Cartels en route to the most lucrative drug trade
Escobar swore that he would dig his own grave, if he wasn't a millionaire
by the age 22, so he stole and he killed with cold-hearted skill engraved
into the Soul of a man possessed by El Diablo mas bravo que el Fuego.
El nino Pablito, un nino de Cielo... Gano todos sus Exitos sin nada de miedo.
Yeah, yeah, yeahh. He killed, he robbed, his thrill was the mob! So WHAT??
He was a sick man, a smart man, could form a mile of sand into contraband.
He was N-U-T-S. Pues si, claro caballeros, mas que todo Loco pero mas que
nadien Astuto. He bought land, he bought planes, he negotiated business
just by the drop of his Name. I won't judge, and I won't budge, the fact is
the man made so much money that FORBES had to nudge, he was rated.
In retrospect, history teaches us many lessons concerning human behavior.
You take a man from any walk of life and fill him with a tenacious Ambition
and it won't matter how the chips fall, because if he isn't holding the Ace's
he's strategizing to rig the deck of cards, already ahead of the races. Look,
Im not the guy you puts these guys in cuffs, and I ain't the guy that honors
this stuff, But I will tell you this -- Pablo Escobar understood something that
the rest of the world won't, or can't. Fear in the presence of action can and
will override ruling powers and force their submission. Lo llamaron un "Robin
Hood", y El Patron De Mal. Indeed, he figured out a way to divide and Conquer.
Categories:
cartels, people, sin, drug,
Form:
Free verse