Best Government Officials Poems
Some senior military seized power in Gabon today,
Ali Bongo 's family led the country
in fifty five years under umbrella
of French government as there were protected
The so called French interests to be on power.
Today President Ali Bongo is informing
the world about his arrestation by the military.
He does not know where could be his son
and family as they are in different places.
The senior military accused him of stealing votes
for third time so that he could continue
to rule like a puppet of some westerners
While the people continue to suffer here and there.
Many young African leaders are tired of fake promises
of some selfish politicians who care for themselves
and continue allowing African natural resources
to cross the seas due to some agreement
with some western countries
which could not reach fifty years
after so called independence and democracy
in west and central Africa.
It is eighth coup d' états in Africa from 2020 to today
as many Africans wish some regimes change.
It will be wise for French government officials to say
loudly " good bye Africa as they are no longer welcomed."
August 30/2023
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Amen.
09132012
Government officials, chasing me
A peaceful Naked being dance on the street
Woke from a nightmare being chased by blind eyeballs draped in flags,
City on fire, smokestacks, meat trucks, doctors of insanity.
I came to a decision
Gonna stay here in my Naked skin
I don't think there is a promised land out there anymore,
Gonna stay here in Cap d' Adge, France.
I say some prayers that the children of the world have a future
Where Nudism is accepted and not shyed upon
I ponder to why the human species shy away from something they came with,
Humans keep making this same mistakes over and over.
Luckily in this era the hate just keeps getting lesser and lesser
But erring on side of the positive
Put out more awarness about the loving community of Nudists my fellow Nudist,
Put out more faith in Nudism as it liberates.
I have a dream that our great country NIGERIA
Would be one where the rights of women are respected
One where youths with visions are the lawmakers
One where it's economic stability is the last of its kind
A country with the lowest out of school children
A country where taxes are reflected on infrastructures
A country with the best medical healthcare
A country that practice free and fair election
A country that can be tagged as a tourist nation
A country where the voices of the oppressed are heard
A country where poverty is not an ally
A country where every man is equal before the law
A country where two wrongs don't make a right
A country where forged certificates don't make presidency
A country where uneducated individuals don't make ministers
A country where election forms don't cost a fortune
A country where government officials don't take bribe
In 20 years from now, I see a leader with a vision
One with a great mission
And utmost determination
That will lead us to our destination
One that would bring about less marginalisation
And increased creative innovation
This dream is the FUTURE OF NIGERIA
And this future lies in the hands of the next generation
So help us God....
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Amen.
09132012
Injustice has a name!
Twenty years in prison, detained because he refused to kill
his fellowman in wartime, was against his conscience and will.
Twenty years in prison, arrested without real cause
freedom of conscience there, means nothing at all.
Twenty years in prison, not even charged with committing a crime
With the whole world watching, now they are running out of time.
Twenty years in prison, without even having had a trial
Without any human dignity, experiencing all that is vile.
Twenty years in prison, he's languishing in squalor
government officials not answering, they have no valor.
Twenty years in prison, even warned by the UN and others
but they keep on arresting even children and grandmothers.
Twenty years in prison, subsistence living, no healthy diet
what if it happened here, would everyone keep it quiet?
Twenty years in prison, the world says enough is enough!
Yes injustice has a name...it's called ERITREA!
John Derek Hamilton
January 13,2015
I’ll never fully understand,
Why any sane man would believe,
That an explosion could create,
All that exists to be conceived,
That almost 14 billion years has past,
Of evolutionary change,
We used to swing form tree to tree?
To me, that sounds a little strange!
So do they fully understand,
The inner workings of the mind?
Did they come across Pandora’s’ box,
While excavating mines?
Or have they traveled back in time,
To watch the process of creation?
Maybe they've made contact with E.T.s’
From a parallel dimension?
Were they given sacred knowledge?
Of this existence and the stars?
Do they now know where we come from,
Why we’re here and who we are?
They're our top government officials,
The NSA and FBI,
They are the people, whom have power,
Over people like you and I,
Or are they simply just misled?
Unconscious soldiers for the devil,
A pawn in a war they’ll never win,
And fighting upon a subliminal level!
So, do they know not what is going on?
Or do they simply choose not to care?
Do they understand what happening here?
It’s called subliminal warfare!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson
BACK IN THE LAB IN THE SIXTIES
WHEN LSD WAS ALL THE RAGE.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS
APPEARED ON THE PREVIOUS PAGE.
OUT ON THE RANCH ON MONSANTO
A ROUND-UP OF SHEEPLE BEGAN.
THIS MY FRIEND IS A STORY
OF A VERY SECRETIVE PLAN.
TO ALTER THE HUMAN FREQUENCY
A GOAL SPACE ALIENS HAD IN MIND.
TO CREATE A HUMAN ZOMBIE
OVER A DISTANCE OF TIME.
TIME IS MEASURED IN DISTANCE
WHEN YOU THINK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
TO CREATE AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE
IS POSSIBLE OVER NIGHT.
GENETICALLY MODIFY ORGANISMS
IS TO ALTER THE D N A.
ALIEN ASSISTED EVOLUTION.
IS A THEORY AS WE SAY
CREATING A HUMAN ZOMBIE
IS SCIENCE AT ITS BEST.
CONTROLLING THESE BREATHING CREATURES
IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT TEST.
ONCE WE PERFECTED CLONING
EVERYTHING FELL INTO PLACE.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS
WERE SENT INTO OUTER SPACE.
GALAXY UNIVERSITY STUDENTS
TOOK PART IN THE INVESTIGATION.
OUTER SPACE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
WERE PART OF THE OBSERVATION.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED BEINGS,
RETURNED FROM OUTER SPACE.
AS GENETICALLY MODIFIED SOLDIERS
WHO CONTROL THE HUMAN RACE.
THE MODIFIED OR HUMAN ZOMBIE'S,
WHO WERE ONCE CONSIDERED PEOPLE.
ARE NOW ROUNDED UP IN CAMPS
AND OTHER WISE KNOWN AS SHEEPLE.
AFRICA
Animals you wouldn’t want in your bathtub
Frighten the tour guides more than the tourists
Runaway donkeys slow down traffic
Intricate methods of bribery placate government officials
Citizens double the price to white faces
Adoring children make it possible to overlook the impossible
Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour with faith and practice
to fulfill our Constitution preamble*
with daily thanksgiving gesture.
In partnership with the authorities
I entrust to God …
… myself and fellow citizens
for the prioritization of family nurture
nourished with loving responsibility
strengthening home buttress
along virtue values’ pillars
promoting accountable parenthood
along children holistic development program
simultaneous with pedagogical endowments.
Beholding functional geriatric welfare at work
midst relevant andragogy advancements
I view my country with adults and grandparents
basking in their senior years, glowing
still met by physical, mental, emotional care
welcomed with psycho-social health accessibility
as everyone is braced upon hygiene
of sanitation anchor, exhorting cleanliness
recognizing ecological preservation
cognizant of next generations and their future.
With unity’s cord tied by blesed righteousness**
I cling to the Supreme Commander
for the prevalence of peace and order
midst imposition of lawful justice system
balancing truth with mercy
while reaching-out to the less fortunate
toward wholesome lifestyle betterment
vanquishing power-abuse
combating parasitic dependence-mentality
through the fruition of “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
*PREAMBLE
We, the sovereign Filipino people, imploring the aid of Almighty God, in order to build a just and humane society, and establish a Government that shall embody our ideals and aspirations, promote the common good, conserve and develop our patrimony, and secure to ourselves and our posterity, the blessings of independence and democracy under the rule of law and a regime of truth, justice, freedom, love, equality, and peace, do ordain and promulgate this Constitution.
**Proverbs 14:34 Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.”
March 23, 2021
2nd place, "What You Really Want" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 4/24/2021.
Listen clear, Listen here, Listen. Hear!
Terrible terrorists terrorize our homeland,
With nice suits that smell of money
they emasculate a grown man,
New plan? What Plan!?
Only a handful understand,
Changing taxes has its limits
with no jobs for the common man,
Banks are emancipated youths
They do what they please,
Devouring the penicillin
which empowers the disease,
More money for the rich
No money for the poor,
Force the heart of America
to beat upon the vault door,
Profit is the game's name
To the strongest goes the spoil,
Foreigners work for mere pennies
so jobs belong to foreign soil,
Big business is still BIG,
and with unjustified fears,
CEO's protect their lifestyles
blowing their noses with sweat and tears,
Of others! Even self proclaimed
Christians protect their brothers,
Praying to a god nightly for
a change within the mother,
The mother being certain politicians
who swear by virtue of democracy,
Which was her maiden name
Until she married into mediocrity,
All has become a fight for self
Self survival and self elation,
Locking their doors with full stomachs
as tempers flare across a nation,
Violence erupting in the streets
With few stories making the news,
Violent protests from those with
less than poor I.Q's
The blame game, pointing fingers
during this moment of duress,
At black duct tape in the white house
who brilliantly fought to win a mess,
Instead of taking remarks to heart,
Instead of following the steps of banks,
He has honorably chosen to clean
shxt, from the deepest septic tank,
Socialites are reaching out
Celebrities are reaching out,
While government officials
save their asses by speaking out,
But not too often,
Avoid living on the news,
News coverage makes them a
target for the gunshots and boos,
Do we even blame ourselves for
meaningless wars the majority supported?
Money could have been saved
had stupidity been aborted...
But hindsight is too ugly and
most choose to see the misleading,
While America becomes The Home Of
The Crazed, and The Land Of The Freely Bleeding...
Listen clear, Listen here, Listen. Hear!
Terrible terrorists terrorize our homeland,
With nice suits that smell of money
they emasculate a grown man,
New plan? What Plan!?
Only a handful understand,
Changing taxes has its limits
with no jobs for the common man,
Banks are emancipated youths
They do what they please,
Devouring the penicillin
which empowers the disease,
More money for the rich
No money for the poor,
Force the heart of America
to beat upon the vault door,
Profit is the game's name
To the strongest goes the spoil,
Foreigners work for mere pennies
so jobs belong to foreign soil,
Big business is still BIG,
and with unjustified fears,
CEO's protect their lifestyles
blowing their noses with sweat and tears,
Of others! Even self proclaimed
Christians protect their brothers,
Praying to a god nightly for
a change within the mother,
The mother being certain politicians
who swear by virtue of democracy,
Which was her maiden name
Until she married into mediocrity,
All has become a fight for self
Self survival and self elation,
Locking their doors with full stomachs
as tempers flare across a nation,
Violence erupting in the streets
With few stories making the news,
Violent protests from those with
less than poor I.Q's
The blame game, pointing fingers
during this moment of duress,
At black duct tape in the white house
who brilliantly fought to win a mess,
Instead of taking remarks to heart,
Instead of following the steps of banks,
He has honorably chosen to clean
shxt, from the deepest septic tank,
Socialites are reaching out
Celebrities are reaching out,
While government officials
save their asses by speaking out,
But not too often,
Avoid living on the news,
News coverage makes them a
target for the gunshots and boos,
Do we even blame ourselves for
meaningless wars the majority supported?
Money could have been saved
had stupidity been aborted...
But hindsight is too ugly and
most choose to see the misleading,
While America becomes The Home Of
The Crazed, and The Land Of The Freely Bleeding...
Cup Cake Insurrection
Evidence mounts as cup cakes bake in ovens
Camouflaged in chocolate brown
Revolutions start this way they say
Secured, metallic ready in tin pans waiting
375 degrees transformed
To something spongy to the touch
Perhaps we are over thinking this too much
Cup cakes are not the enemy, not out to get us
No one ever died of deliciousness I trust
Only a few pounds gained from wolfing down too many
Rising up while baking is not an uprising or revolt I'm told
They don't carry concealed weapons to my recollection
Or topple monarchies or kill government officials… I think
Topped with sugar icing, colorful sprinkles, innocent and happy
Deep inside I suspect strange things are happening
Cup cakes baked outside our country
Come here with unknown ingredients
Want citizenship with no visas
It is hard to keep the peace with foreign recipes
Cup cakes don't really understand our ways
While baking in tin pans
Christmas Future
The phantom dressed in black, hovered by the fireplace
Year of our Lord 2030 was closing out at last
Closing with the shop with New Year’s business
My friends are here with me for festivities and champagne
The spirit intruded our conversations and celebration
Took me rudely with a skeletal hand with no excuses
Abruptly pinched my wrist and spirited me through the window
I told him I’m in my 80’s, too old to fly, too young to die
He flew me any way, to the local cemetery plot in sad disgrace
My name was etched upon the cold rock face before me
I smiled, though knowing that was wrong to do
Since firing all my employees, with no word, no reason
To send them out to freeze at Christmas season
Is the reason I am here, in this awful mess
I smiled because the name upon the tombstone was not exactly mine
They misspelled my name, which is not a crime, but
That makes them idiots without a doubt
I guess I have one more year to live, correct?
Or until the end of time before I die to make things right
Since the government makes all tombstones in the region
We know how incompetent they can be
The spirit of Christmas future will have to find another job
He might start by learning how to spell
Along with government officials, before they send me off to hell
Created on 12/15/14 for – “Christmas Past, Present or Future” Poetry Contest
Theme - "Christmas Future"
Children shot down in a school again
It’s the collateral cost of freedom I’m told,
by a labeled unstable son-of-a-gun kin
He had “wild horses roaming free” in his head,
that’s what the county doctors said
As the grief-stricken soul of a community bled
His eighteenth birthday gift was a death wish:
Killing innocent kids was at the top of the list
An unpredictable behavior everybody missed
The government officials declare,
the young man was “emotionally disturbed”
But bullets don’t grey matter care
Forensic fingers paint the crime scene “evil red,”
as automatic revulsion smears their semi-stoic conscience
Cold bloody memories, they just can’t ever shed
And the true metal believers idol-ly say,
the unhinged shooter was “mentally perturbed”
Seems bullets get asylum alter ricochet
05-28-22