Best Coups Poems
I wore no uniform—
just silence and suits.
A ghost in global rooms,
a whisper behind the curtain.
I was a civilian,
but my job was war.
They called it "analysis,"
but what I did was study souls.
The psychology of power—
Presidents, rebels, kings.
We knew their childhoods,
their fears,
their fault lines.
I was trained to see through smiles.
To know,
from a handshake,
what could break a man.
Africa.
We watched it like a hawk.
A map of minerals,
and men we could move like pawns.
We flew them to Washington,
dinners and flags,
and while they smiled for cameras,
we read their eyes,
filed their secrets,
decoded their pride.
Every trip—
a trap.
Every handshake—
a scan.
Instability was our most valuable currency.
If a leader dreamed too loud,
if a nation dared to rise,
we lit fires in its shadows.
We funded chaos,
armed ghosts,
named them rebels.
Terror was not born—it was designed.
I have walked through cities burning from our whispers.
I have read reports
on coups we engineered
like boardroom mergers.
We called it "foreign policy."
But it was a slow, brutal theft—
of futures, of hope, of sovereignty.
No country escapes us
without scars.
Only the strong,
the truly awake,
can untangle our web.
I was just a civilian,
but I held nations in my briefcase.
And now I see:
Power without soul
is the truest form of evil.
Africa, can rise.
But that is only if we are ready to fight.
And to end our plight,
Our weakness should come to light.
But Africans think is normal?
That our children under five should be dying of malaria.
But I ask, are we proud to be tagged with poverty?
And as a continent with no dignity?
Yes! We have to be in haste,
Because there is no more time to waste.
A people united in faith,
Is stronger than the bombs the enemy will make.
So to our divided Africa, let us mingle,
So that we can become single.
And together,
We can push Africa further.
But I it is only the mulish,
That always want to remain foolish.
So if only we want to be illustrious,
Then Africans should not keep quiet about our nefarious.
And let us not always be clamorous
But rather, be adventurous.
And to our leaders I advise,
You are able to afford iPad,
Meanwhile, our girls at puberty lacks sanitary pad.
So can’t you see your own followers bewailed?
After you promised them ecstasy.
But what happened after they hailed.
Only to realize they were living in fantasy.
We have made them enjoy mansions and cars that are very deluxe.
So I ask, why they won’t relax.
And act, only when they see the body and property of their people, rot and rust,
To form dust.
But Africa must rise.
Mother weeps because her children are so soft and plaint to be fooled
Because we have being used as weapons for coups.
So instead of standing for democracy,
We Africans opt for nothing but autocracy.
But is time we say no to fixity,
To help change our destiny.
And we should also be ready to fulminate the ways of the devil,
And depart from deeds that are evil.
But if we refuse and fold our hands and think of trepidation,
Then we should blame ourselves for the destruction of our nations.
Inundating, binging,
the muddy, bulimic river
gorged the flood plain, consuming
everything that wasn’t nailed down:
tree limbs, leaves, bleating sheep, chicken coups,
plastic grocery bags, inner tubes,
cesspit contents, only to vomit
it back up to its torrential torrent surface.
Helpless victims stand the high ground
with a wing and prayer their homes
be spared the wrath of God
knowing only too well that the laws
of nature…
have no favorites.
The death of common sense has been under reported lately
As a coups d'état has taken the world by storm.
Now
Upon his throne "stupidity" holds council with callousness, greed , hate and war ,all of whom smugly agree it's seem like a darker future a head .
Stupidity calls for Suffering , but she is busy in foreign lands at present , so war is sent with a message to bring her home.
Meanwhile callousness and hate shall have to do her bidding until she returns .
So the word goes out, common sense is dead ,
Stupidity and it's ways now rule us all !
There is a place in Africa
Where the children are hopless and dream-less.
Their hope are taken by the politicians who
Seems to have it all in their domain whilst the
Poor rot in the dungeon of hopelessness.
The pretty girls are no more beautiful,
The mothers are no more mothers,
Women are no more soul- mate
But soul- hunters, always plotting coups
Against their husband as though we are in
The military eras.
Brides are no more virgins when the day is still young and promising.
Some where in Africa, they smile while suffering.
The beauty of humanity they have made to be weak.
Some where in Africa, teens are married away in tears and female circumcision is the order of the day.
Some where in Africa! Some where in Africa!!
Women no longer love and befriend their husband
As it was in the days of my forebears.
The tradition and custom are going into extinction
The culture are been abandoned on unknown hands.
The shrine of their forefathers now weep, calling for help.
Some where in Africa,
Their Men are no longer the king: the bread winners
But the responsibility of warming the house had been thrust into the hands of the female counterpart.
Women now bear the pains, lost and heart of a father.
Divorce has becomes the order of the day.
Some where in Africa,
Alloitment of public fund beams greatly to their wings.
Embezzlement of money becomes very interest that have no shame and knowledge of what the future holds.
OGADINMA! OGADINMA!! OGADINMA!!!
They hear all the time from their sweet mouths but
Things remain the same day and night.
1971 to 2011
Then,
If only, we could understand
We could have walked hand in hand.
If only, plots could be reversed
Echoes could have been hushed.
If only, coups could be avoided
Laws could have been abided.
If only, lust could be elapsed
Our land could have been wrapped.
If only, ego could be aside
‘Sorry’ could have been pride.
If only, “The Book” could be cited
Some respect could have been provided.
If only, we could understand
We could have walked hand in hand.
Now,
We may walk hand in hand
If only, we can understand.
Situations should not be revised
If only, leaders can be advised.
Other’s drones should be erased
If only, dear ones can be praised.
Respect and education is their right
If only, we can feel their plight.
Mistakes are meant to teach
If only, past may we reach.
As a nation may we reside
If only, keep “The Book” beside
Then, we may walk hand in hand
If only we can understand.
So many times our lives rearranged
Resilient we are, accustomed to change
Wars, Revolutions, Coups and Upheavals
Plunder and Pillage and assorted evils
Recessions, Depressions, Runaway Inflation
Calls for austerity and eating food rations
Bankruptcies, lay-offs, terminations
Then all of a sudden, rejuvenations
So go with the flow, and just do your best
Give yourself one leg up on the rest
Could always feel the threat in the air,
When a bad storm was gathering fast.
Soon heavy clouds would conquer the fair,
And hold them captive in their firm grasp.
Thunder like huge kettle drums would pound,
Lightening hit with perilous strikes,
A downburst of rain would fall and pound,
All nature, mankind and beast, alike.
Most storms downhome approached from the west,
But other storms much, much worse, it seems,
Are forming and raging in the East,
Threatening borders of all regimes.
History notes World War I and II,
Civil to Iraq and some coups,
Revealing that war brings on much rue,
Leaving chaos and pain when it’s through.
Yea, in many places conflict rages,
Devastating loss with deadly bombs,
Crushing precious lives of all ages,
Leaving their hopes and futures stillborn.
Very real threats linger in the air,
Binding people captive in war’s grasp,
Struggling in the midst of woe and fear,
Dying daily in war’s stormy blast.
Earthquakes, storms, disputes, and conflicts rage.
Guess they shall ‘til time fades away,
But there is a word from wisdom’s page,
Calling for swords beat into plowshares.
Peace is fragile and frail in nature,
To have a chance, peace must be honored,
By the brave ones of every culture,
Who desire war itself be conquered.
dancing prancing spring
grass roots thirsting blossoms bursting
glades in shades of green
The truth is : world system is totally wrong,
It is not wrong to criticize it daily.
Only few beneficiaries can think otherwise
whenever some victims speak the truths.
Quote by poet.
young women of Niger accepted to die like warriors
in the battles , their decisions astonished many people
who don't really understand their sorrows.
They had been kidnapped and raped by terrorists
for decades now they decided to be with the men
on the front battles than continue to die like cowards.
They gave green light to the decisions of some puppet leaders of Ecowas who want to kill them for the interests of some colonists.
many people ignore the coups of France
in some African countries which continue
causing miseries to some Africans.
If eighty percent of national reserve of Niger must be
in France, how does it benefit people of Niger?
Is this not a financial coup?
Why France remained in charge of the Niger Army
from independence day till today?
If that is not a coup of France, how can a president
lead his country when military orders
are coming from France? can you call that democracy?
How do you feel when you hear about a country
with much uranium but it has ten percent of electricity?
sometimes some folks must be reasonable.
Why the world rejecting people of Niger who have rights and supporting French government which is totally wrong?
French citizens must open their eyes
as early as possible to join the people with rights
and reject their criminal government.
There are prophecies about the collapse
of the European economy,
hard life in Europe,
increasing of prices of many things six times...so on.
As God said it
through his prophets
So no one can change that.
It is better to join the people with rights
To be right too.
August 21/2023
We Must Decide
By Franklin Price
4/14/2017
We must decide just who we are - Not who we have become
Our Christian values under foot - As in the place that we came from
As persecuted Christians - Chose to sail to get away
To choose how we would worship - A place of freedom we could stay
We landed in Virginia - Then again at Plymouth Rock
Suffered much for our beliefs – The natives helped the flock
We grew in population - Built on ways that we believed
Villages were small and closed - Change begrudgingly received
Most of us were English – Christians mostly but in name
Other than belief in Christ - Little else was quite the same
To define the rules for us - Founding fathers would not quit
They penned the Constitution - Never was the likes of it
Freedom for all people - To believe in what we thought
Not be persecuted for it - Not be put away if caught
There would be no royalty - To dictate who we are
Government by the people - Not a king, a queen or czar
They put in checks and balances – Laws for this disagreeing pack
If you don't support the Constitution - Get out and don't come back
Let's thank Japan for who we are – What we're about today
They brought us into World War two – Forced us not to stay away
Pulled Americans together – To defeat the enemy
Who wanted to control the world - Overcome democracy
Americans did all we could – Left our isolated place
And working with our allies – Put world leadership in place
When the war was over – We thought we were the king
Refer to the Constitution – To see that's not this country's thing
If we have religious rights – All others should have too
We cannot decide for them – As they cannot for you
Not our job to rule the world – With a global U.S. coups
Let's take care of our country first – It's the least that we should do
Today's headline: Mass vaccination in Africa begins in mid-2021
Wildfires do not pause for water hose, their seething pain not soothed by
a retard, life's full of
pose and repose when fairness reigns, otherwise
it's forfeited to vulgar lust.
The season's devil must vanquish
kindly, collectively, without murmuring prejudice, or it seizes upon
our wretched walls, taxing our profit,
the lofty humanity.
Gladly lay account to an unreality,
that Africa gets it first and the West last, can you imagine, they'll
likely nuke Africa to come out first, so the white ruling class of the world
can rejoice a heroic battle won with its golden-wiped, polished media bandits -- they are good for a swindle and a grief.
I want someone to rob the West of all their vaccines and dump them in Africa, so the slave continent can beat the old sorcery kitchen and escape its wilderness, let the scoundrels of the West hue and cry and speak of fairness and equality, scrabbling Africa's chestnut, their halls of power in moonlit gloom. The seven deadly sins of colonialism jump at us too late to stop the momentum, a brilliant revenge: pillage, slavery, settlement, indoctrination, coups and countercoups, and lies, history's full of them, and so is the ballad of the barefeet people's will to resist, every day is a good day to hang a colonialist by a Christmas tree.
The death of common sense has been under reported lately
As a coups d'état has taken the world by storm.
Now
Upon his throne "stupidity" holds council with callousness, greed , hate and war ,all of whom smugly agree it's seem like a darker future a head .
Stupidity calls for Suffering , but she is busy in foreign lands at present , so war is sent with a message to bring her home.
Meanwhile callousness and hate shall have to do her bidding until she returns .
So the word goes out, common sense is dead ,
Stupidity and it's ways now rule us all !
I'm retired and now possess an acre of land
with plans to build a home. This acre is a few
feet from the spot where I was born. If the home
is where your story begins, I'm home now.*
I've been away for many a day from this lovely place
where I used to play. But I'm home now, and I came over
2000 miles to get here; not just for a visit, but to stay.
I left home more than 50 years ago, but I'm home now.
Presently, three of my siblings have homes within a mile
of our birthplace. Our birth home grew old and feeble and
had to be demolished about 10 years ago. But I'm home now.
I miss the places where I have been, what I have done in life,
and the people I've met. But they are all history now, and the
future shines bright just ahead. All is well because I'm home now.
Yes, it was very difficult to leave adult children and our grandchildren
2000 miles away in California, but I'm home now. Perhaps someday,
this will be their retirement place, even if strange to them.
As my husband and I grow old, there are stories yet to be born, yet
to unfold. But there are no stories better than those to be told about
where my story began. The chickens and their coups, the cows and their
pasture, the pigs and their pins; all are gone, but not the memory of them.
The people here are still most dear, and it's so soothing to hear so clearly
the whispering of the wind reminding me of how it was way back then. Yes,
I will surely miss so deeply the many people and things that came in between the year 1968 when I departed and the year 2022 when I returned.
It's been a great ride, and there have been great strides because God has been good. Like the song says, "Country Road, take me home where I belong". Where the skies reveal a God who loves art, painting breathtaking clouds. Where the air is clean as I stare across the fields of corn and beans. 'I'm home now.
92522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest.
cjonthebehalfofbj
*Written by me as if my wife was speaking.
Civil War II
Perhaps if civil war comes, it will be broken into scores of guerilla wars.
This prolonged agony is a reason General Lee surrendered!
The division in America—2024
Once again, they’ll vote him in
Unfinished business he’s say’n
With inflation, border security, and Putin
If I were President, no war ‘tween Russian and Ukrainian
The root of every problem lies at the feet of DemocRats
I’ll make America even greater again so wish me congrats
With all due respect, say the other body, about MAGA Mayhem
Coming from the Rat Party, Trump’s administration
Second American Civil War erupts
Portland bucks any attempt at a putsch, mobs
on the part of bonkers right wing nutjobs
NOVA-Richmond-Hampton Roads urban corridor
Virginia’s historic ties to the first Civil War
Michigan takes firmly on the blue population
Process of coups and political consolation
Attempt on the part of the Far Right
Blue stand up winning this states fight
New York City is far more progressive
N. Y. State revolutionary hotbed, aggressive
The Big Apple proclaims itself a free city
Maine, Texas, California, I can go on, such a pity
Political Refugees
The Deep South the old confederacy on a political level
Getting extremely excited, a race with the devil
As for the rest of the states, their ability to pick one side, but please
Their biggest problem would be dealing with political refugees
An assessment and something to seriously ponder!