Best Enemy Of The State Poems
Today, the local daily papers highlighted a man of honour...
Deserving of his honorific title Datuk bestowed on men of honour...
Given his loud and strident calls for those holding the reins of power....
To better buck up in all matters of governance, to honour pledges while in power..
From relative obscurity, this quiet man has been religiously executing his duties...
As a number 2 man in the high office called the Special Branch, overseeing matters of security...
Given that his beloved nation now staggers under a yoke of suspicion and bad governance....
He is steadfast in his intergrity pledge of topmost quality service to the king and nation...
Loud is his urgings for civil servants to uphold pledges of intergrity and loyalty...
It is obvious his strong conviction is born out of a man of the highest principles...
Befitting the post of the Special Branch deputy director....
Today's interview in The Star provides an insight into his character...
Clearly it shows he is not easily cowed under political pressure..
And most admirably, not seduced by subtle promises from political masters...
Headlined as From Special Branch top cop to enemy of the state...
His candour in this news piece is credit to his character...
He knows where his loyalty lies and he is highly principled...
Admitting that he deliberated well and hard before he launched....
Some very personal and opinionated statements that jeopordised his career.....
When in fact he has merely 1000days more to see the tail end of his career...
What a ignominous exit for the country's top cop because of his stand on integrity...
How many other officers in the goverment dares stand up to uphold such integrity....
This dedicated man daringly calls each spade by its name and no other names will do...
Even as in this complex society we live in, a wrong can be whitewashed with blinded loyalty...
If only there are more politicians and statesman of this datuk's quality...
Our country will not be suffering from escalating racial prejudice...
Or economic ills that is plaguing our posperity and currency...
Are there more men of integrity and high principles..
Are there more such men to help steer this troubled country...?
The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
THE browning Version
ET> Unstrung heros Premonition
Enemy of the State
Good will hunting
Mystery, Alaska The family man
Galaxy Quest Hook ghost busters
CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
5 easy pieces Last American Hero
WITNESS
High fidelity
PULP FICTION
HEIST
Waterworld The Big Lebowski
GO TO WHITE CASTLE---DEAD PRESIDENTS
the scarlet letter
Nixon
3,000 miles to Graceland
Luke 11:9
Insect Part Ten
Music is the enemy of the state
Birds sing pretty boy to the wind
Religion comes out to pray on Sunday
Boredom is my favorite color
But not today
I wish that time would stop
And that earthquake began with the letter “R”
Also: Very Important.... Very urgent.... (never mind)
Boss! Boss! It is balloon!
It is the enemy of the state!
Shoot it down! Ask questions later.
Leave no evidence for the makers.
China says it’s a weather device
A friend. It would never hurt a fly
Or tell a lie or spy or make you cry
If you kill it, it will die
Use nuclear missiles, tomahawks and mistletoe!
Balloons are sensitive to explosions
They love mysteries and can’t keep secrets
If you burst it, it will know.
For goodness sake don’t let it go!
Capture it! Torture it with turtles!
If it doesn't talk feed it to the media
The white object in the sky is dangerous
Take it to the opera
The orchestra will make it sing
It is balloon! It is balloon!
Don’t land on me or hurt my baby!
Or fall on a cow in Montana
Or in the ocean by South Carolina
Don’t wanna hurt no dolphins do ya?
Scene 1 act 1
no other scene thus far
the game of making one's life unfair
studied and carried out
like a metaphorical game of baseball
Batter up actor
the bases of society still remain unrealised
base to base a manupulation of logic
creating fear driven gullible fools
If it doesn't make sense it's not true
and in this scientific psychological religious nightmare
several actors, performing in a few secret locations
for a target audience who remains absolutely clueless
as something not real becomes and seems more real
psychologicaly manipulating society with the emotional blackmail
of several different temptations
a roller coaster ride
impossible to win
and when you realise how
the blame game begins
and leaves you the enemy of the state
Learning to see through the lie
learning to slide home
with simple rules we never forget
to keep it simple
and allow the nonsense to make sense
like a theme park of line ups
of never ending tourists
that never make it home
when you marble my spoons man
the porcupine becomes a pancake
the act of repeating your backwards logic
on stages for your target audiences
more gullible than you could ever expect
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Hate Speech
Outside I’m the same man as ever
A bit older, softer, wider for sure,
Wiser perhaps, but basically
The same cheerful, friendly, outgoing
And compliant guy I’ve always been
Inside my heart has turned to iron
A molten mass pushing outward
With my head a volcano ready to explode
From a world gone wrong, churned and turned upside down
By all the official confabulations to a nation of sheep
At every turn we are bombarded
And everywhere you turn you see the cowed
Driven down into themselves
From class and sex and race wars
To the Wuhan lab virus and January 6th show trials
Everywhere the sadists now
Hold the power smirking with twisted glee
As the Everyman withdraws a little further
From the lies without
To the truth within
Outside you’d never know
How much hatred and ill will I hold
For you sadistic f**ks who have used and abused our trust
War is coming, across the waters, to these very streets
And I just pray an asteroid comes instead
In preemptive strike
To destroy your sacred swamp and save US all
From another phony election and plandemic
Making a new ground zero burn for a new nation to rise
Indivisible with liberty and justice for all
(6/19/24)
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.
every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam deemed-as an enemy of the state.
the minds thoughts remained true and sane-
but my body is broken and racked with pain.
inside i still kept a burning flame-
its the strain on society-thats to blame.
what started as ignorance and many lies-
the strings were pulled by a hundred eyes.
to make sure all bowed to the narrative line-
making eyes shut tight-and totally blind.
on the path we carefully must tread-
as we are easy prey-to the misled.
it becomes friend turning on friend-
in this paradise lost-the now trend.
for so long there was complacency-
with the blood strained hands of society.
the rivers waters flowed dark with anxiety-
and we lived with a wide divide and impropriety.
judgements made from pedestals way up high-
In this system-twisted and awry.
if their narrative you dare go against-
they turned to anger-rage-become incensed.
and now i sit in this cell awaiting my fate-
think-after everything ive given to this state.
i now live with a tortured body and mind-
in this place devoid of the sun-and shine.
i do not fear my awaiting pain-
as i have freedom pumping inside my veins.
my heart is true while my body is bound in chains-
so i close my eyes to block the reins-of their shame.
The room was calm 'n dark inside,
Out in the woods was the fratricide,
But lying on the floor was the bride,
Covered by blood from side to side.
They were to get married in private,
But were attacked by a hired pirate,
Who sailed from Rome to Hakodate,
To "finish off" an enemy of the state.
A Major who had betrayed her nation,
By trading very important information,
To terrorist planning an assassination,
Which was to cause fear 'n aggression.
The bridegroom gazed at her in disbelief,
Wiped off his tears using a handkerchief,
Walked out of the dark room full of grief,
And headed to his home without his lief.
Despotic Dynasty
Dead leaves of thoughts scrape along the asphalt of subjugation,
but whatever we do we will not climb the mountain of surrender.
There was a moment of freedom, a spring before the righteous,
those who had promised liberty, took power, created new laws
and a new layer bureaucracy, a jungle of words where individuals
were trapped like flies in a spider’s web of conflicting rules; and
it was winter again. At the whim of a president or a mere rumour
you could be imprisoned forever as enemy of the state; no one
told you why? And no one told us that sympathy is paramount to
treason. Yet humanity prevails over official regulatory reasons.
But the dream is after walking through five mountain passes, see
the sun arise and as mist disperse, there a city of light floating in
the clouds, and there will be a joyous cry from the dispossessed.
In the lush beer gardens of New Berlin,
fräulein Democracy dalmatian died
giving birth to a litter of surrogate lies
Fourth Reich Vandals with mongrel desires,
now on a demolition blitzkrieg breathe
Wehrmacht vapors rising volcanic once again
Perfidious voices carried on a turbulent wind —
Fake news is the re-animated Goebbel slogan
being heard in the New Frankfurt ear taverns
Patented lies vilifying objective truth:
The Fourth Estate being labeled an enemy of the State ...
Stalinist propaganda spouting again clone foaming
Fear and conquest are the twisted twin belching ...
Capriciousness and bloodlust are Mind Kontrol policing
the corridors of discourse with concentrated stifling
Goebbel voices handcuffing the free press,
as the ministers of disinformation
feed citizens fermented swill that kills republic freewill
Jail those who dare choose to oppose ...
make them who dissent silently disappear
Kill every thought that don’t conform or give consent
Buried boots from a sordid past are marching once more,
drunkenly singing “Blood and Soil”
Prepare to be ere morality outgunned by the hateful noise
Soap and water are foreign concepts to the lazy
Cleanliness is an enemy of the state
Sleep is easier, more practical than showering
Which requires initiative and power
Lazies barely have the will to live
It is curious how lazies procreate
They don't do naked well
And like the turtle they go slow
And like the rest of us they come to an end
But slower
Parasites grow envious of the idle ones
Lazy people are geniuses at doing nothing
Living off others is a science
There is nothing better than free
Lazy people snore with big fat noses
They don't start wars for obvious reasons
It is hard enough to turn a light switch off
In a perfect world toilet seats stay up
No wives are needed, well, perhaps to buy potato chips
Couch potatoes are kings and need no reason to be kind
It is their job to be seated or reclined
TV's don't watch themselves you know
No schools, no rules, no shootings
Because we would all be lazy too
Because of lazy people fewer people die
They are the ultimate weapon against crime
Fatigue sets in quickly for the idle ones
It is always time to recline for the malingerers
Lazy people are much too busy eating fries
Hamburgers are their best friends
But don't ask cows too many questions
It is the end
Thank God for lazy people
Where would we be without them?
Where would they be without us?
So love the lazy people you can trust
They are always there....in a chair
Don't wake them up
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
Snow frosted leaves drifted
As if the sky was gifted
I'm not the enemy of the state
But I worry about my fate
On state fair grounds I'm spooked
To the point where I puked
All I have is this growing fear
That this will not be my year
But I'm dancing on my own grave
Needing a bit of a shave
Encased in ice I'm so very cold
But with a brazen phrase I'm still bold
And see I dropped so many hints
That none of this made any sense
I'm not an arsonist but I lit a fire in your heart
That threatened to pull everything apart
But I'm standing with your heart in a box
As mud collects on my socks
I think I slowly forgot the score
But like a masochist I'm back for more
So what do any of you know about me
The pain is what set me free
I saw the smoke in the trees
But the cold made me freeze
I'm not an enemy of the state
But I worried about my fate
I'm just a clueless fool with a Joker's smile
So I came to bask in the shadows for awhile
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Unboxing the sins of your mortality
Overhearing conspiracies
playing hide and go seek
and the shining had gangreen
disguised as just a tape
Falling forever
through the rabbit hole
Tag you're it
now activate your subconscious
The first dance
speaks for me
with a curse to break a curse
The black widow and the white spider
The warlock and the vampire
holding an empty soul
i don't know anymore
Men who play
clairvoyant brutalities
replace heaven with a cleaner hell
The prophecy
the Game
Does it make you think?
Euthenasia under a different influence.
Opinionated
in an unfinished entirety
cross my eyes
and the dots tease me
It's the conspiritualacy of truthification
The seed of a man made god
sacrifices for a greater good
of guilty justice
and I await your signal
Bones between the lines
Plan A Plan B Plan C
The truthification of conspiritualacy
takes us to the next level
thoughtless razor blade headache
music store science
leave us as psychological
Guinea pigs
The suffered children
are painting our minds green
the safe are lost to be found
and the decoys are musically creative lollipop testers
because **** psychology rocks
and you're beside yourselves
Lost in the void of your breakdown
with a vacation on the other side
clue offered after you blame yourself
from the enemy of the state
inside you are a philantraphous misantrophor
My children should be seen
My children should be heard
and I'm reflecting upon dancing shadows
all the secrets of the white candles
a costume party
anything for you
Inside a game for no fools
you learn to slide me
with the masterpiece of something to say
mangled prunes
scrambled messages
nuclear orange
labelled upside down labels
join the silent protest
and the seal of fate
is an eaves dropping of beginners luck
i'm undone