Best Despots Poems
Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich - for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety? ~Thomas More
She won't let caretakers cut down wildflowers
living under the hedge at the boundary edge
of her very small plot in its very small slot
in the unending rows of homes in repose,
in which sameness is virtue and uniqueness is vitriol.
Rebellion is not trivial, in fact it is evil;
how dare you suppose, or try to expose
the snugly fit knots designed by despots;
the ones who make pledge, and use every sharp wedge
to split off the capers of the few troublemakers!
Epilogue: The woman who loved wildflowers has disappeared
and no one remembers her, or if she even existed at all.
Tell me,
My dear friend,
My beloved brother,
My trusted ally,
Till when are we going to let
The autocrats
The dictators
The despots, and
The tyrants govern us?
Till when do we intend to allow these
Barbarous
Vicious
Immoral, and
Unholy glory-seekers rule our lives?
Till when are we going to permit these ignorant monsters,
To imprison,
To torture,
To maim, and
To kill their own people?
Till when are we going to observe these savages;
Attacking,
Occupying,
Enslaving, and
Obliterating smaller nations?
For how many more millennia do we have to witness the devastation of
Humanity because of these morally impotent criminals who
Instill tons of hatred in the hearts and minds of our fellow humans?
Tell me, my friend, my brother, my trusted ally,
Isn't about time to revolt against such malicious rulers?
Against such practices?
Against war?
Against ignorance, and
Against injustice?
Has not the time come to replace these bloodthirsty evil men
With virtuous men?
With men of a loving heart and mind?
With knowledgeable men?
With compassionate men for peace?
With men of wisdom and justice?
Come now, my fellow human,
I wish you would agree with me.
I want you to agree with me.
I beg you to agree with me.
I implore you to agree with me if you, too, wish to see a
Fellowship of men and nations that cares for each other and is:
Kinder,
Nobler, and more
Loving,
Otherwise,
The afflictions of humanity will never end,
Unless, as Plato* has indicated in his Republic**,
The wise and the just would rule the world
Or
Those who rule the world become just and
Wise!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 August 2022
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*Plato, Greek philosopher 428-348 BC
** Republic is Plato's most famous work where he details a wise society.
***Today is my birthday, so I wished to focus on peace and love and pay a small tribute to a Great philosopher.
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Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.
But the media still run cover for her.
Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the civil rights movement. Only problem is that she stole it from an interview that Martin Luther King gave in 1965.
But the media still run cover for her.
She hasn’t done a press conference in 87 days since she became the nominee because her handlers are terrified of her word salads. Like Joe, she can only speak from a prepared script.
But the media still run cover for her.
The media don’t fact check her because she’s one of them - a gigglin’ woke Trump deranged puppet of the radical left.
That’s why media run cover for her.
60 Minutes got caught editing her answers to make her seem intelligible to voters and are refusing to release the transcript of the interview. That’s election interference.
And so the media will do everything they can to get her elected.
You really think Putin and Xi and all the other dictators and despots of this world are scared of Kamala? You think Iran and Hezbollah and Hamas are shaking in their boots at the prospect of a Kamala presidency?
It’s Trump they fear!
You’ve been gaslit for long enough…vote wisely and vote often (just kidding, we don’t want a repeat of 2020).
~ Contention grows beyond its mortal vail
to rail against suppression none condone,
for tyranny imposed shall not prevail
when liberty is paid in flesh and bone.
Let not the price deter the bold pursuit
for apprehension steals the breath of life,
arise in arms from ‘neath oppression's boot
to wield the whetted blade of freedom’s knife.
But war is not without its mortal cost,
it leaves all rationale in shadowed doubt,
for freedoms gained, when precious life is lost,
leave ironies triumphant in the bout.
When despots rage, devotion has no fear
as independence hones rebellion’s spear.
3-19-22
This is a song for a man or a boy
It’s a song for a woman or girl
This is a song for the straight and the gay
It’s a song for the whole of the world
This is a song for the cheerful, the fearful
and those who must stand up and fight
This is a song for the brave and the bold
and for those who are forced to take flight
Tyrannical despots
marauding invaders
Who see no wrong in what they’ve done
For those who would seek
To be conquering raiders
There’s no song… SO YOU CAN DO ONE!
The justice of peace
shall embolden our hearts
And we’ll face down your missiles and bombs
The angels for you
have no tune in their harps
So you'll just have to sing your own songs
This is a song for the black and the white
It’s a song for all shades in between
This is a song for the whole human race
And for you if you land and you're green
This is a song for the rich and the poor
Notwithstanding your hue or your tongue
This is a song for the peaceful at war
It’s a song for the old and the young
But this is a song to be sung with a smile on your face
A song to be sung anytime… to be sung anyplace
Where ‘Vive la difference’ puts the ‘human’ in the human race
And this song sings best when it’s sung with a smile on your face
Tyrannical despots
marauding invaders
Who see no wrong in what they’ve done
For those who would seek
to be conquering raiders
There’s no song… SO YOU CAN DO ONE!
The justice of peace
shall embolden our hearts
And we’ll face down your missiles and bombs
The angels for you
have no tune in their harps
SO, YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO SING YOUR OWN SONGS!
So, should you go forth with the dark in your heart
And your frown shows your mood to be black
Just sing for a while with a heartwarming smile
And you may find the world smiling back
For, this is a song to be sung with a smile on your face
A song to be sung anytime… to be sung anyplace
Where ‘Vive la difference’ puts the ‘human’ in the human race
And this song sings best when it’s sung with a smile on your face
Shock and awe
You can take away my freedom
You can take away my rights
But you will never take away
What I believe is right
You can hunt me and chase me
You can try with all your might
But you will never take away
What I believe is right
For 100 years or more
You have been knocking at my door
The tyrants and the despots
The army and the law
But there will come a day
When we'll be free
And we will live in harmony
And the world will live as one
Bush and Blair they have no cares
Now there both millionaires
They talked about shock and awe
But all we got was a horrible war
With 100.000 dead
And many many more
We will never know the final toll
But we know who ran off with the oil
The tyrants and the despots
Are they the ones to blame
Or is it Bush and Blair
Who should hang their heads in shame>
There was once a MAN;
An Iroko in a forest of shrubs,
A dew pond in a desert.
There was once a MAN;
A moral compass in a world
Where power is noble,
And greed a creed.
There was once a MAN;
He silenced the gun,
Shattered prison bars,
Ascended the throne, armed
With love and forgiveness,
And made despots jelly.
There was once a MAN:
NELSON MANDELA!
who choked on the noxious atmosphere of fascism, inhaled smoke
from burning crosses, factories, bombs then exhaled
a ruptured nation onto the page, helpless to stop the unrest
of words as if paper pulsed, as if change
were possible. Whatever happened to the empowered
poets whose long lines marched in protest, faced despots without trepidation,
screamed like renegades between all the damnable governing margins,
castrated a ******** system with saltiest blades,
roasted corrupt pigs in power. Whatever happened to the definition of verse
as condemnation, revolution, freedom —
today, stale marshmallow words piled, stanza after frivolous stanza ,
while Armageddon threw open the doors to the asylum;
tonight, white hoods will blacken opened eyes & liberty will bleed out ...
So, tell me, when will real poets finally rally and rise?
two men two despots
butters the western style bread...
the trap lays in wait
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Along with a haunting horde trick-a-treating
Dressed as ghosts, ghouls and goblins,
Dancing dwarfs and teetering giants,
Despicable despots and snarling demons,
Pirates, warlords and mercenaries,
Blood-sucking vampires and wolverines,
Dracula, zombies and Frankenstein,
Skeletons, Spiderman and scarecrows,
Walking deads or the Grim Reaper,
Pretty princesses or the wicked witches,
We too tagged along with this
wild and weird looking carnival,
Hiding our sinister thoughts
and evil designs behind
our smiling Joker's masks
to garner the most candies and toys
with our macabre charm!
Very much so as in our mundane lives
Each morn after a fitful night,
We put on the masks of
good cheers and civility,
Hiding the day's concerns and care,
Envy, hate and jealousy
behind a hypocritical smile and keen dress.
But on this eerie night of Halloween,
We get to let our masks down for a while!
~"Halloween Poem" contest by Carol Eastman
THE PEOPLES SERVANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He was here today promised pie in the sky
But we’ll soon discover its just another lie
They’ll say anything that to them is a plus
But once they are in they make fools of us
They need our vote to get elected
First order of business get re elected
They don’t need our money for the campaign
They get it from those who have something to gain
A freshman representative from any state
May have intentions that to him are great
But when the established seniors get his ear
They’ll guide and instruct and make it clear
That when he needs help or financial aid
He wont qualify til he joins the parade
The parade of voting for unworthy pork
These projects are like eating soup with a fork
The laws they pass affect you and me
But they’re exempt, their perks are free
I question why we continue give foreign aid
To tyrants and despots, makes me afraid
That some of those funds may surely bounce
From the tyrants hands to secret accounts
They pass out flyers at county fairs
After two terms they’ve become millionaires
If things get dull and their attention slips
They plan exotic fact finding trips
Those trips would cost a fortune for you and me
The trips are on us and to them totally free
They come home and host a town meeting
Take a look at who’s in the front row seating
Peoples servant(2)
But the best of all is a fund raising event
Where the affluent givers use money well spent
Backing a candidate is a system well tested
It yields great returns on the money invested
Once they’re established with one term or two
Hard to unseat them the special interest is glue
These are best described as serial politicians
The facts or a lie is part of their renditions
They support their lives at the public’s expense
Taking firm positions on both sides of the fence
They have little to fear, bullet proof by far
If they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar
Their own will reject them from left and right
None of them want to be in the public light
If he is found guilty after numerous trials
You will find his clone fully prepped in the aisles
If the day ever came, when I ruled the world
I’d think democracy had gone mad
Cos the world would be in a sorry state
If for a ruler, I was all it had
But I’d give it my best, and put to the test
There are a few things I would do
To put the world right, with all of my might
And here are but a few;
I’d make everyman free
Wipe-out poverty
By spreading around the world’s wealth
Medical care
Would be free everywhere
So every person could access good health,
I’d insist that each nation
Had good education
To enable them all to progress
And prison time served
For despots with the nerve
To hold their people under duress,
I’d share out all the worlds’ stockpiles of food
As I think no-one, should every go hungry
For this is just a small glimpse of the world
If the day came, it was ruled by me.
Rage is the revolution, the revolt, the uprising,
Rage is the mother of freedom,
The sprouting seed of change,
The raging wildfire, the upheaval,
The conflagration, the burning souls,
The injustice forced on any group,
Community, nation, faith, belief,
Rage is Jihad, the Crusade, the Inquisition,
The conflict between ideals, the mores and the morals,
Rage is Apartheid, Rage is Slavery, Rage is the Exodus,
Rage is the wrath of God
upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
Rage is the expulsion of Adam & Eve
from the Garden of Eden,
Rage is God’s Ten Commandments.
Rage is the fall of mighty Empires,
The fall of despots and dictators,
Their crimes against humanity and the genocide,
Rage is the campaign against their killings,
Raping, torturing, nepotism, corruption,
Rapacity, political repression, ethnic persecution,
Their tyranny and their extravagance—
Rage is the voice of a common man raising
the storm whenever bereft of all hopes and peace!
~03/02/15
~Subject: Rage
~"Pick a Subject" contest by Shadow Hamilton
two men two despots
in conclusion with a third…
the west over trumped
© Harry J Horsman 2022
There is more than the top music hit list
Despots armed with a lethal poison twist
Some say come down to their level
Disguised, distort as the devil
Or just do nothing if you get my gist.
Entered 'Hit List' Contest
Sponsor Joe Maverick 25/1/2023