Best Law Of The Land Poems
America, why did you stray from the old way.
A constitution put forth, the foundation of our land,
barely recognizable what was originally Jefferson's hand.
Tarnished and smudged by misinterpretation,
overindulgence and greed, to satisfy political,
judicial, and journalistic need.
Once majority rule, now bordering on ridicule,
the law of the land, ever changing, meeting demands,
of whoever takes a stand.
America, why did you stray, parents unable to discipline,
fear children undisciplined now rule, school in chaos,
students unruly, guaranteed to pass, unprepared for their future,
parents unsure, wish for the past, hope the next generation,
won't be like the last.
America, why did you stray, streets used to be a place to play,
neighbors knew one another, socialized every day,
doors left unlocked, nothing to fear, families stayed close,
helped one another, took care of mother.
Now drugs rule the day, hate and crime more common than play,
multiple locks symbolic of today, rarely talk to a stranger,
living in fear; life no longer precious, taken away,
day after day, the bloody count rises, a country in crisis,
victims pay, guilty appeal, courts give them the best deal.
Nobody protests for victims rights, put a murderer to death,
they scream all night.
America, why did you stray, hatred and bigotry alive
and well today, nationalities split, long for the old way,
when an American, was just an American, now hyphenation,
the accepted way.
America, why did you stray, once an industrial giant
you gave it away, too high a standard for industry to pay,
moved out of country, the new American way, unemployment,
poverty, homelessness rapidly increasing, ruined lives,
while billions are spent on so called allies.
America, why did you stray, what's written today,
barely address the wrongs building every day,
religion is accepted, God is not,
country divided, politically split,
presidential bashing provides journalistic wit,
hatred and bigotry, live for it.
America why did you stray, new chapters every day,
really a damn shame.
Where is the nation once united under God?
Broken is the moral compass that guides her.
The people sleep while the devil is at play
like a fattened calf, we are ripe for the slaughter.
The sky has darkened across the heartland of America
the clouds weep tears of anguish, the earth crumbles.
Where are holy words of prayer, now muted in fear?
The law of the land usurps the will of the people.
Shall we passively drink at the fountain of compromise?
Waters of right and wrong are muddied in ambiguity.
May we rise up on behalf of our families and freedoms
be a voice for the helpless cries of the unborn holocaust.
Let us not let our land turn into a massive landslide
or fall unwittingly into an abyss of hedonistic ruin.
For, united, we can break the strongholds of the evil one
and take back our land, for "In God We Trust".
Written on 7/28/2015
STOP THE ROT
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
Who am I to judge or make comment?
Tell a story about the past and present
When I live and work in Australia
And can’t claim this place as my home
…
For the original inhabitants, indigenous people
Claim Australia as theirs, say it was stolen
Forget about the white folk and what they have achieved
This great land of plenty should be shared by all
…
I feel we should live as one nation with a united voice
Share the spoils and reap the rewards for all
Live and let live in peace and harmony
Treat all as equals in all things Australian
…
Australian born and bred for 70 years plus
Living in a country divided flying two flags
I have no choice this place is home to me
But feel alienated in a foreign land
…
To segregate, alienate, divide and cause disharmony
Resentment and abuse of the law of the land
Governments must show courage, lead by example
Not favor one people over another for political gain
We will pay dearly for saying sorry for deeds of the past
If the original inhabitants have their way
We should not be held to ransom for the past
By those with an agenda to divide this nation
…
Let commonsense prevail, put the past to bed
Whilst remembering the wrongs that took place
Join the two flags to signify a nation as one
Let this be the crux that heals the rift that exists
…
Maybe then the rot will stop
June 19, 1865, slavery in the Confederacy ended,
until then, all African Americans where slaves.
Now that the civil war was lost, blacks gained their freedom,
emancipation had become the law of the land.
Texas for the first time, accepted abolition
effectively freeing millions of slaves from bondage.
Ever since, their descendants celebrate their freedom
no longer could they be bought and sold as property.
The U.S. chose a different path to greatness, and
history commemorates each step of that journey.
(Acrostic)
June 17, 2018
Juneteenth Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
The First Gift
There’s news for the young and news for the old,
And news for a world lonely and cold,
And down through the ages this story’s been told
How Love was revealed to all.
Into the world that was full of strife
God told Mary that she would give life
To a boy-child, and become Joseph’s wife
And not to be afraid, at all.
In order to keep the law of the land,
They traveled in winter over hills, rocks and sand.
To Bethlehem they went, hand in hand
But there were no rooms for them all.
The inn keeper said, ‘I’ve no rooms inside
But out here there’s a stable; around the side,
So in you all come, it’s dry and wide.
They all trooped inside, one and all.
The donkey and ox shared their bed in the straw.
Joseph spread their blankets over the floor
He put hay in the manger, and then saw
Mary give birth in the stall.
He went to her side and beheld the sight.
In wonder he helped her through the long winter night.
They placed the babe snug and tight
In the manger; He slept through it all.
The first to hear were watchers of sheep
Wrapped up in their robes, their watch to keep,
Staying awake, they did not sleep,
Until the sun appeared over all.
While they sat in the fields all through that night,
The light from a bright star gave them a fright,
Until the messenger came within sight,
And pointed the way to the stall.
This brightest star shone across every nation;
It showed the way on this special occasion,
For three wise of men, who with elation,
Followed this star to the stall.
First shepherds, then kings entered the door
Of the humble stable, where Jesus they saw,
Among lowing cattle, in a bed of straw;
God’s brightest star; born for all.
Each offered their gifts to the one who would give
His life, so we might know how to live.
When we do wrong, with love He’ll forgive,
So we can forgive one and all.
At Christmas time, like that first gift from heaven,
There’s love received with each gift that is given,
Wrapped in fine paper and sparkling ribbon,
To remind us God’s love, shines for all.
The words set to rhyme and rearranged,
This story throughout time, unchanged.
Just as God's love has never changed,
It is here and now for all.
written by Wordancer
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
Love is so powerful between Andy and Helena after their love grew up to the climax they found themselves in a situation where no one can live without the other this has been going on secretly for so long. But nobody knew it until the fortuneteller prophesied that love indeed existed between Andy and Helena.
These two families have long better feuds between them, as result of suspicion that’s Andy’s family murdered Helena’s brother in the forest for land. Then the confusion has been going on for a while and there was an eminent threats Helena’s family planning to retaliate for the atrocity Andy’s family has committed.
Despite this grudge still these lovers maintained their relationship secretly and tight. One night they were discussing about their love affairs suddenly they caught nearby the forest making love.(You see how love is so powerful even the forest experiences love.) The news thundered all over the town. They were apprehended and brought before the magistrate court and they were found guilty to all count charges.
This was a promise made by the elders that anyone of them hurt the other he or she will be sentence to death by hanging. After both parts found guilty before the law of the land, Andy and Helena were to be hanged on the gallows.
But their death sentences were suspended for a week later, they were so lucky to abscond over the night and went to nearby cave for safe haven, then the news spreads like wildfire on dry grasses.
Then the people of the village to find these two escapees and kill them before their parents, the chief of the village, requested all the young boys and the hunters’ men to get into the forest and bring those culprits before him.
The chief of the village put bounty upon the captures of these they considered as criminals, but I considered them as real and faithful lovers.
The attacked all the routes some people were on the heart of the forest searching for them, on the other sides there was a big river and lots of dangerous animals in it.
Andy and Helena did not know how to swim; however, they found cannon by the river they used it to cross. After all the suffering they went through at the end the eloped and married with four children.
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
A monster smiles,
Thru the lies.
A family legacy.
A state of history.
The tradition of our founding fathers.
Our American heritage and,
Law of the land.
Their dynasty was tarnished,
By the words of a narcissistic monster,
who believed he was above the law.
The rich, privileged, and untouchable,
Who hid behind the badge.
The bodies pile up,
Year after year protected,
By a family of liars and cheaters.
Mallory, sweet Mallory,
Would speak from the grave.
The first victim among many,
Who would bring down,
The king of the land,
As the world watches.
We Have Forgotten
By Franklin Price
11/7/2015
We have forgotten what made this nation
The independence declaration
The revolution of our founders
All of this is now what flounders
The Constitution law of the land
The guiding light on which we stand
Contorted twisted adding seasoning
To stir the pot without much reasoning
Through trying times ancestors went
To war our soldiers often sent
Shed their blood for you and me
Because of them we still are free
Secession brought us civil war
Independence we were fighting for
But not for one or selfish few
But for all... that thought renew
We made it through so many died
For years in sorrow this country cried
To remind ourselves of why that mess
Just read the Gettysburg Address
World War Two changed who we are
Until then we viewed the World afar
Forced there to participate
Our choices since have sealed our fate
Our power then and who we were
Won the war and did confer
The concept of a freedom right
For the whole world who fought the fight
Somehow from that we did surmise
That all should live as us.. surprise!
Where is that freedom we purport
The world's not ours to force/support
Need to review what made us work
The concept planned was not a quirk
There now is stench and much is rotten
What made us great we have forgotten
* Dedicated to Constance, the Rambling Poet
Written for her "Follow the Rules" contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
For simply failing to walk between the road’s white lines‘~~~~
As a teen my sister got a ticket for jaywalking
When visiting the library you must remain silent
In a country with free speech, what is the crime in talking?
Once I heard an alarm bell**** go off while on a jet plane
Lordy, you should have seen the commotion in the cabin!#?!
A passenger had lit up a smoke in the bathroom
And when the plane landed, guards were waiting to arrest him
To cars on the right we must yield at an intersection +
If nobody moves, what do we do? Wait for Judgment Day?
For government insurance we may soon be forced to pay
If we can’t afford it, will in debtors’ prison we stay?
Watering plants is often restricted when heat ~~~~ comes with drought
Are we supposed to watch precious flowers wilt and die?
If you take your child to a film, he best not make a sound****
The usher will escort you out if a toddler cries
Love thy brother is a commandment from our Creator
Throughout history wars have been waged so many times
Even the forms of poetry have so many rules
We must adhere to syllable counts and even forced rhymes!
But the rule that bothers me most is the law of the land
Thoreau was sent to jail for refusing to pay taxes :(
While some of these rules make sense to me, I don’t understand
Why we can’t ignore a few so everyone ~~~~relaxes~~~~
Rules in the poem include:
1) Jaywalking
2) Not talking in libraries
3) Smoking in aircraft bathrooms
4) Yielding right of way
5) Being forced to pay for government-run health insurance
6) Restrictions on watering plants
7) Removing crying babies from theaters
8) Loving thy brother
9) Rules of poetic forms
10) Being required to pay taxes
A Time To Choose by L.W. Pick.
Watch them go to war today,
They meet their foe on beaches.
See them where they fall and lay,
With pained distorted features.
Crimson red spread o’er the sand,
Lifeless bodies are now resting.
Souls set free to leave the land,
‘Tis now their time for testing.
Have they served their country well,
Or now dead, are left to wonder?
Was their price fair, who can tell,
For their President warmonger?
To leave loved ones at home to grieve
And return in a funeral shroud.
There are few who would believe,
It was a cause for one to be proud.
For, to murder women and children
With bombs from twenty thousand feet.
To see their broken bodies lie
In the rubble in the street.
All their hopes and dreams are shattered,
It matters not the reason why.
Their belongings that you’ve scattered,
Turn to smoke up in the sky.
There are two battles raging forth,
The first we easily recognise.
Destroy anything of worth
It has no value in our eyes.
The second is a worthy war,
Between right and wrong within.
We may forsake Gods own law,
Or we may refuse to sin.
Deep within our hearts we know
If we would care to see.
That it is wrong to strike the blow
You wouldn’t have struck to thee.
When we reach that resting place,
And are judged, or judge ourselves.
Commandments from the Book of Grace
Will not remain upon the shelves.
We will weigh each deed committed,
And examine the reason why.
With only deeds of love permitted,
All else to weakness testify.
The justice of our country’s roots,
We term the law of the land.
Is crushed beneath the marching boots.
In the name of a good war plan.
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant reccommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
1.
Critically, we cried for comedy;
But we saw terror and tragedy;
The people's plight bank overflew;
Our injuries were saltened an' made anew.
2.
Before the polls for us they sought;
But when they win, us they forgot;
Proud politicians on the political pew;
Alone, eating the national rice an' stew.
3.
At propaganda they promise black an' blue;
But fullfill [if at all] only a few;
They pretend from beginning to end;
The law of the land, they break and bend.
4.
The people plough and plant the paddy;
But some men plot an' exploit the candy;
When then shall our liberty be wrought;
From men of selfish thoughts an' plots?
5.
For change the people pray an' hope;
Many are sick an' tired of standing to mope;
Our noble nation shall soon be bright;
As soon as God will say "let there be light!"
The Good Book says we must oblige,
By the Law of the Land we must abide.
And you know I'm trying to do my best,
I gave up the powder and the pills and the rest.
I traded my barstool for this old recliner
And I don't mean to be such a whiner
But please don't take my bud.
I gave up the whiskey, the beer and the gin,
Stopped paying the price for the wages of sin.
I quit running down the road in the middle of the night,
I'm not looking for trouble and I don't want to fight,
So please don't take my bud.
The Indians really had it going on
As they sat by the fire and passed 'round the bong.
The magic of the peyote button
Cannot be dismissed as merely nothing.
It's Nature's finest remedy
For whatever ails your sanity.
So please don't take my bud.
Don't take away my meager stash,
'Cause I'm getting pretty short on cash
And my dealer won't front me anymore
Until I lay some greenbacks at his door.
So don't you touch that bud!