Best Fascists Poems
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Categories:
fascists, devotion, faith, inspirational, peoplefire,
Form:
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.
Categories:
fascists, 12th grade, age, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
A red-streaked panorama graced Washington's dawn
Clear lake-blue skies there all day long
Portland smoke-gray, from tear gas and pepper spray
Antifa showed its true colors on Inauguration Day
Not a hint of outrage from the government or the press
It's alright if the fascists are left-wing, I guess
At the Inaugural Ball, attendees donned their prettiest dress
Masks muting their 'concern' over the Oregonian mess
Categories:
fascists, satire, surreal, violence,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm torn across axis yet to exist,
Or had once been, since been replaced,
By a sense of self and lack thereof,
When we, by they encased.
Cleavage adorned in modest terms,
Abreast as if more than one.
Still less than two, duplicitous you,
Less I divide by hegemon.
Senses shook, a daily wage,
Of war: be both me and we?
An ancient oath neither new nor folk,
Balanced in breath and breathe.
But neath the solemn sour safety,
Of comfort feigning folly's fiction.
Forces fractured by focused fascists,
Portent predative predilection.
Between divides by you and I,
A smaller font you'll find.
Who's letters miss the passerby,
But slip into the mind.
Conquered race and gender lines,
Further feathered along behaviors;
Soaked in Sun Tsu solar signs,
Matrimony meets our savior.
Boots worn by oceans born,
Mediterranean leather-flavor;
Curing gold from suckled horn,
Mammalian mouths may never savor.
Viral loads in swarming codes,
Placental detriment,
Tossed up population nodes,
Waning wax and excrement.
I walked into the door,
Shut it hind before the shore;
Horus hocus pocus drawer,
Before I knew internal roar.
Categories:
fascists, abuse, age, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse
There will be no recognition, no epiphanies
No intellectual solidarity, no saving grace
So without further adieu, let us speak free,
A clarion call to smash this ludicrous machine that churns out poverty and wipes away our identities
The apparatus of violent repression.
The rich partake in the reckless and unrestrained celebration of the exploitation of the less fortunate.
A carrot is dangled and the people are ready to be thrown in this machine.
It makes the rich wealthy and the toiling men into fuel.
More men are made and more fuel is burnt but not all are burnt, some die as they are discarded
For they don't burn as hot
and the machine is renowned for its brilliant plumes of smoke as only those who light up the best, are picked
So we must burn those men that rule us instead, for we have been told they are the best.
Yet another bothersome group we must denounce - the tide of grey faceless men
"In these times those happy and carefree,
I find are mere liars
Or They have gone senile, brainwashed, to be served to the ruling thugs
Like mutton, or poultry.
The people are faceless,
Limping through the cold,
the fascists parade them naked
The ones left with faces are made to erase them
As hope departs, i cease to care as i make a run but the senile mass grab me
At the cusp of possible escape
At end of the tunnel
Im dragged back to be eaten alive.
The people have succumbed to the commands of their parasitic masters.
these masters will go to work on them
Putting a smile on the faceless masses
The Grey lumps of flesh will now remain complicit
to the ceaseless evil that occurs in plain sight."
Categories:
fascists, angst, corruption, death, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
Monday aftermath Paris reflecting
terror waging a war
challenging our generation dancing on graves
Paris attacks mindless
blaming ourselves
watching a band
dinner at our favorite café
attending a football match
a death sentence for a simple act
fighting back viciously
multi-cultural societies are in danger
integration taken for granted
liberal beliefs now shine
big hearted acceptance
learning to tolerate the intolerant
faced by fascists
values in contempt
confront this evil
love what's behind you
take a beating for liberty
pursue justice and respect
believe all we love is worth fighting for
Categories:
fascists, character, community, courage, perspective,
Form:
Narrative
Ignorant Madness
I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity
This morning I woke up to UK Brexit xenophobia social exclusion
and am afraid of nationalism egotism and infused perfusion
of hatred mongering of warfare propaganda into mindless mind
when harmony and peace togetherness cohesion would be kind
Compassionate and loving sharing compromising stance solutions
on cooperation refuges disaster poverty are better contributions
to equal chances on the planet kindness love and loving kindness
rather than deluded independences of ‘us and othering’ blindness
My anxiety and fears stem from history crusading slaughter
with crosses skeletons marching fascists many poppy fields to water
On every TV screen we cannot fail to notice killing for no reason
bleeding hungry marginalized annihilation genocidal treason
I fear more wars on the horizon bloodshed fused insanity the maiming
of humans peoples nations countries dignity when inhumanity needs taming
First prize to fear of wars destroying Universe my children and what could be
so beautiful if we would feel could reason use some empathy and see…
Categories:
fascists, war, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Categories:
fascists, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
I have no cell phone
I have no cable TV
How then is the Whitehouse?
Listening in on me?
Well Obama is in my shower
His singing well its getting louder
I think he’s spying on me
Or maybe Michelle’s around the corner
Now Obama has a great singing voice
He sings for the people
Trump evicts them, when lacking any rights
Fascists sure know are to make fake plights
Obama he is listening in
Nice that a president listens to his people
Trump should get out from under the steeple
His golden toilet is not from America
His Russian roots, and his senile boots
Do I have to say with who he is in cahoots’?
Fascists marching down the streets
Thank god they too are not in my shower
That would be the true abuse of Power
Categories:
fascists, angst, evil, fairy, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Peace has never been given beneath the withered dust of steadfast war
Armies gather in unity fighting for disagreements of what we’re here for
Negotiations have been sacrificed for the loyalty of a forgotten country
Democratic and republican parties forget the reasons we need to be free
Entering a new era of racism and conflict, no union can be easily found
Men and women proudly on the front line so we won’t become homebound
Opportunities for jobs await while the world worries about their tweets
Nine eleven created an outbreak of anxiety to walk the city streets
Isis is in France with suicide bombers creating slaughters of the masses
Underneath bridges lies starvation, let us pray this poverty passes
Maybe with proper leadership we can try to rid the world of fascists
Date Written: July 27, 2016
Categories:
fascists, betrayal, conflict, war,
Form:
Acrostic
My sadness looks much like your sadness I suspect,
And most do not see the difference in my smile
Because my soul is too frozen these days
To even feel my own emotion
Let alone find the heart
To really empathize with others.
Those leaders who refuse to compromise,
Think that their way is the only Right way, that
Politics, respect for one’s brother has become sin,
I thank you for teaching me to hate all you stand for,
For showing me that true evil is alive and well.
There is no benefit of the doubt for anyone
Who does not vote with other lemmings,
As they goose step like the little fascists they are,
Christ killers all, so fearful of God’s judgement
That they would crucify Christ all over again,
To protect themselves from the enigma
Of God’s Grace, from salvation in Christ’s blood.
I am sick to death of your hypocritical smugness,
Of your self-serving Biblical justifications for selling
Your own flesh and blood into slavery in Egypt,
Of your willingness to see your own daughters
Die of cancer someday as your judgement
That their God given sexuality is a mortal sin,
Of your belief that your interpretation of the Bible
Is Gospel, and God himself needs fear your judgement.
My brothers, I fear deeply for your souls,
Do not judge but suggest that you are
Your own worst enemies.
If every man is a sinner, and falls short of God’s glory,
If you are ordered by the Bible to witness
To the fallen, and thus be open to being witnessed to,
If any of this convicts you of the evil that lives in you,
I would invite you, my brother,
To discuss this with me over lunch
Sometime in the very near future.
Brian Johnston
February 9, 2016
Categories:
fascists, life,
Form:
Free verse
religious police
arrest Muslim fast breakers -
no faith, no excuse
drink sharia tea?
"faith not works lest man should boast"
Jonestown Kool-Aid bro!
tea party leadership -
black man likes it, we hate it,
no thinking required
knee jerk politics
chop off nose to spite your face
mostly just jerks though
right to life, my right?
right to ignore other's pain?
my right always right?
Easter is surpassed
only one question matters
what would Donald do?
fascist sharks smell fear
have big hat but own no plans
all killing machine
frozen ground at last -
shared hatred showing promise
we could be good friends
poop thrown on love's porch
burning cross on love's green lawn
hate is man's judgment
Hitler's final gasp -
"rigid thought gasses all art
thank God for fascists!"
mind control falls chill
you reading Bible risky
why should we trust you?
Brian Johnston
June 15, 2016
Categories:
fascists, abuse, anger, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
Four years ago on this very day
the Democrats and their proxy media stooges
cried “the election was stolen!”
and “we need to impeach Trump!”
Today the same apparatchiks
and oligarchs and media fawned and gushed
over a corrupt senile swamp rat
and propagandised his coronation.
And all the while Granpa Joe
spoke of unity and of healing a divided nation
and called out “political extremists,
white supremists, domestic terrorism”
Meaning evil Trump supporters,
not BLM or Antifa, just you Trump supporters.
Slow Joe thinks you are all racists
and fascists who need reprogramming.
And so the great purge begins
and woke authoritarian censorship done under
the cloak of moral righteousness
to silence all you “insurrectionists”.
I felt sick watching the old eunuch
with his hand on his bible swearing allegiance
to heal and govern for all Americans.
Real America knows that ain’t so!
Beware the Orwellian deep state,
be afraid of your government more than ever.
The Great Reset is upon us and…
the digital book burnings have begun.
Goebbels would be so proud!
Written: January 2021
Categories:
fascists, america, political,
Form:
Political Verse
A shaman priestess
Is deep in thought
Engaged in Meditation
on the fate
Of the earth
She is deep in the cosmic woods
In the world between worlds
Where she is communing
With the spirits of the universe
Who listen to her tale of woe
She tells them
Of the rise of the neo fascists
And the refusal to address
The possible end of the world
Due to run away climate change
She prays and prays
And finally
She receives an answer
More a prediction
It is all up to humans
She has two visions
Of a possible future
Two contrasting visions
One a dystopian nightmare
The other an optimistic vision
The first
The neo fascists
Seize control
And usher in a dystopian nightmare
That ends with utter destruction
Nuclear war
Nuclear winter
Ends climate change
As civilization ends
And mankind retreat to caves
And it happens
In a blink of an eye
In less than five years
The world will end
Game over civilization ends
The second vision
The optimistic vision
Humanity wakes up
From their collective night mare
Throws off the neo fascist cabal
And begin to change the world
Making the economy works
For all of us
Not just the corrupt 1 percent
The so-called masters of the Universe
They are overthrown
In a people’s power revolution
All over the world
People wake up
Demand change
And slowly the world
Begins to recover
And overcome
The dark hours
Of the present age
The shaman priestess
Returns home
To spread the word
It up to us
To choose our fate
The end is indeed near
It is darker than you think
But it is not over yet
If we choose the path
Of the cosmic light
And overthrow
The neo-fascist cabal
And restore democracy
And peace will break out
And all will end well
If not
Well she says
You have been warned
The universe has spoken
So, mote it be
april 16 poem for April Poetry Challenge
Categories:
fascists, evil, muse, poetess,
Form:
Cinquain
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Categories:
fascists, abortion, bereavement, body, care,
Form:
Terza Rima