Best Fascism Poems
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
the future is comingwriting.com prompt
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
We each and all have, I suspect,
a felt awareness
that patriotism
risks degenerating into fascism,
as loyalty
risks bullying.
Isolating nationalism
self-righteously defending weaponized caste supremacy
and patriarchal privilege of one's State
moving toward fear-mongered isolationism
supporting competitive polarization
predative politicization
of "self-made" capitalism
Rather than appreciating our solidarity
as anthropocentric nations resting and wrestling
and co-investing
on interdependent continents
articulating green/blue loyalty
to the Gaia Hypothesis of Win+Win integrity
of self+other governance
And no less self-identified sacred State
of Father Sun
or organic Tribe
of Mother Earth,
avoiding dissociative incontinence
whenever possible.
Just In Headliners:
A sinister come-back
Falsity applies, a genuine bible hack
In a Dracon stratosphere, a reincarnate
Harsh is a nice word, worst of the worst
Anticipating being heard, spitting at the herd
You don’t understand how good you’re at it
What awaits us lonely hobbit
Acute awareness behind lips whistle
Missiles of angst, killer of bloody killer’s
Boasting and blasting warns of crucifixion
Shaking a finger, shaming on us
And nothing for the souls, they’ve had it
The riff raff became a bore, as he is more
Swinger raising quite a few eyebrows
Mad cow, bird brain, fluish mind bestows
Astral parasites, bloody vampire bites
Make space stagnant, a dangerous empire
Hate beast the top crow eats crow
Painfully punitive now disappear
An emperor naked to the world
Take my eyes for they see the truth
I see the people who live in fear, gone by
Mutilator of words they are lost in the gallows
Take my ears they tire of lies hard to swallow
Stringent ideas, antis’—shït show theatre
Clique-Nik's tough trumpeter’s end is closer
Brutalist codefest a poser nauseates
Hope feels buried in alabaster quick sands
Tears shall drip for years in western pools
Take my breath for I can’t live with fascist fools
In tyrannical hell where opaque deeds dwell
It's uncertainty smells of rotting flesh
Not a time for the timid of heart
Not a time for summer soldiers
nor quasi part-time patriots
Perhaps the end of time
or just another existential design
in a warped world
The least racist person is a racist
The least fascist person is a fascist
The least criminal is a murderer
The least sinner is a big sinner.
The least lawbreaker is a criminal
The least murderer is an animal
The least bad guy is a con artist
The least racist guy is a big racist.
Hell is full of bad guys
Heaven has none
Ask the Priest or a Nun
We are tired of hearing lies.
Lies no longer fly
Words are painful
And indeed powerful
Brave soldiers never die.
Human dignity is not for sale
Pride and respect are not on sale
Love is beautiful and universal
And Peace is never controversial.
Politicians should be role models
Blow the horns and ring the bells
The least racist guy is a big racist
The least fascist dude is a big fascist.
Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
April 28,
It is God’s will they say
this poem was published in Tiferet journal's 2018 Poem-a-Thon. Please see their webpage or facebook page for all the great poetry. Also, check out my my poetry blog, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems. Thanks, Jake
It is God’s will they say
The neo-fascists and their ilk
It is the white man’s burden
To rule the unruly masses
To this I say
Never again
Will we let them
Take over the world
And lead us back to the dark dangerous days
Of the Holocaust
Or the 19th-century colonial era
Never again
Never again
Until hell freezes over
And the world ends
They are eating the dogs
They are eating the cats
They are eating the pets
They are eating the wild hogs.
In the early 20th “c”, Germans used to eat blockade mutton
That’s absolute truth. It’s a shame that this felon
Is desperate and going wild. The dude is a pathological liar
Who will do anything. He’s a tremendous cheater.
Immigrants do not eat the pets
Especially Haitians who love chickens
Tassot or griot meats, black rice and beans.
Haitians love Soup Joumou with lots of carrots
Haitians enjoy one of the best cuisines on the planet
Liar, liar, nobody is perfect. That’s correct.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Last Day of America
the last day of America
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had
for on that day
a month before
the corona virus re-emerged
as the great re-opening
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell
causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home
and Donald Trump
was re-elected
because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king
the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution
Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right
he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America
on that date
we met our fate
Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American
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They crowd around their leader
unqualified, unfit
Vying for some action
all chomping at the bit
They’ve given-up democracy
their morals are all gone
Instead they honor Donald Trump
a two-bit, traitor con
They don’t want an America
with those who aren’t White
They’d rather burn it to the ground
and threaten that they might
They’re homophobic bigots
and condemn those who are trans
Scared of life, scared of love
they punish them with bans
Like preachers, they quote scripture
hang crosses from their chains
But then deport small children
far away, alone, on planes
The MAGA base is poisoned
hating all that’s not the same
Then praise an unfit moron
who’s a fool and has no shame
We won’t give-up our freedom
our vote, or right to talk
Together, we will march as one
resist, and walk the walk
Creaky door opening from one blackened room
To another
Something enters
Looms
Warm breath on your neck
You
Business leaders
Are the first to go
The most susceptible
To my thoughts about your future
Hold out your hands
What do you feel?
Yes that’s it a carrot and stick
Now feel the blade of steel to your throat
My friend
So maybe your side gig
Running your newspaper platform or TV network
Should tone it down right now just a little innocent bit?
Take a stand?
I’d suggest you shouldn’t get into the mess
It’d be all too easy to get tripped up
Pushed over in the dark
And it’s not so easy to find your legs underneath you
When you’re blind
Know what I mean?
I don’t even require of you to say anything out loud
Just think my thoughts to yourself
There you go
Don’t worry about the rest
Just give me obeyance of money in the form of
Shut up
Do not object
That’s all you have to do sweet CEO
To remain rich perhaps richer than ever
Or to remain
Well
What can I say?
Alive
If I were to be at first freely elected
The sheep will follow the smell of your profits
The sight of your voicelessness
The caress of your couragelessness
That’s it
You’re brave my friend
Stand there in the dark
All you have to do is wait for it
The creaking door
Let me in
Let me pass you by
I’ll make the decisions
And no one will notice
Our dark beginning.
I never doubted my gliding flight like a baby bird,
I have always trusted the free winds of democracy.
It offers justice for those whose freedoms are deferred.
It grants inclusiveness to those so threatened by autocracy.
I am just a poet, still believing synergy has wings,
I am just a poet trusting economic popular will,
a working-class autarky of mutual planning.
An open, creative society of affinity and skill.
This is democracy not beyond our reach,
This is wealth and power shared equally by all,
The triumphant fruition of a class-conscious breach,
To alter social relations and scale capital’s steep wall.
Yet, democracy’s constraints cannot now be ignored.
They accumulate like blisters in a third-degree burn.
Fascism is increasingly fashionable, normal, and adored.
White rage and vengeance poison politics at every turn.
We watch the canary in the coal mine die.
No new democracy is possible in this noxious air.
Under the Insurrection Act, lost freedoms multiply.
Under martial law, only the elite will be spared.
But I am just a poet, believing in what binds us,
I am just a poet convinced of a universal empathy,
A place where we welcome diversity as a plus,
A home where universal compassion is our destiny.
Published in Dissident Voice: 12/17/23
The main currents of thought
are feelings
about relationships,
positive
and negative climates,
sometimes obscured
confused
by double-binding negatives
incuriously set aside
as merely bad news
and systemic evils
Like racism
applied to oneself
as victim of prejudice
is not reverse racism,
nor multicultural intelligence,
for egos steeped
shaped
secured by StraightWhiteMale
supremely valued labeling,
Like sexism
applied to oneself as victim
is not reverse sexism,
nor vulnerability,
for patriarchally wounded souls,
Like fascism
applied to victimized losers
and lepers
and thugs
is not reverse violent fascism,
nor furthering healthy democracy
for those poor in spirit,
thirsty in nature
feminist and unmilitarized,
***** and under-capitalized.
The main stereotypes of thought
are feelings:
About positive healthy relationship,
wealthy attachments,
compassion
empowering left and enlightening right,
liberal resonance
conserving inclusive resilience;
And about negative lack thereof.
The main currents of thought
are feelings
about relationships,
positive Win/Win
and negative Lose/Lose
nodualistically attached
to climate healing,
secular left NorthWestern mountains,
branches
and sacred right SouthEastern rivers,
roots
Nurturing branches
flashing-blushing root systems
primally currenting thoughts
with empty power-full feelings.
Fascists today are those who label others fascists.
As Hayek said long ago,
“Fascism is the stage reached after communism has proved an illusion.”
And there are certainly a lot of commies,
at least the wannabe idealistic kind, today
that are upset, in denial or clueless
that their cause is a failure.
Mao and Stalin spent years taking turns calling each other just that,
and they were both right
since the lustrous aspiration of global communism
soon faded into national socialism
which is essentially the definition
of fascism.
But fascists today,
you know, the ones calling others fascists,
don’t know their history.
And the interesting thing about not knowing your history,
besides the fact you’re then doomed to repeat it,
is that you’re also then living
in La La Land.
(10/4/23)
Sometimes, in weak generalities we talk.
We believe in TV, podcasts or social networking?
Far from making us genius political hawks.
Believing, seeking out a new, far more weak king?
Dementia dances across our blaring screens.
Nobody mentions the eight hundred Chicago dead?
Falls and forgetfulness do reign supreme.
While naught but propaganda dances in our heads.
The Nazis removed all civil rights!
Fascism is guite alive and well here today.
Best read up on how anyone could be shot on sight.
Lies infected most bright brains, alright!
Good, working people are considered bad?
If not dirt poor, you are considered a creep.
Better wake up, we have been more than had!
For my country, America, I weep!
5/31/2022