Best Looting Poems
The health bill crawls to a finish
thanks to that turncoat, Kucinich,
selling that socialist streak
that renders everyone weak
like Popeye without his spinach.
If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ...
As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ...
There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter
Would you even consider praying for Nicaragua, El Salvador,
Gautemala, Honduras, and Mexico to reach more of their poor
With JUSTICE, fair prices for what they own, sell, barter???
Even as Scott Simon exposes HOBBY LOBBY, Bible Museum builder
Paid a fine ($3m) & helping denude Iraq of its Own, "war souvenir"
Of our celebrated warriors of freedom, and yes, capitalists-investor
Yes, you have to think hard and forgive me, for this NEWS
You may hide while ululating Fox, Skunk, Weasel News (fake news?)
As we who escaped here for religious reasons, send kids to our prisons
The unexamined life is not worth living, said Socrates
Who died rather than parrot what Religion and Politician needed
To hear, to let him continue teaching (Questions): Deductive, Socratic ...
I have drunk poison too, and something died, something living
Yes, Iraq can teach us that Occupation is worse than dying
The Museum curators still hide Gold Treasures, 15 years & counting ....
FOOTNOTE: Please google "HOBBY LOBBY," funder of Liberty University, too.
I ought to have, much earlier, added this NOTE:
"Hobby Lobby" is a leading American Company that prides itself as "Christian." It bought stolen artefacts looted from Iraq since the 1990s, and paid a fine of $3 million to the US Government. They also have enjoyed that dubious honor of helping "build" the Museum of the Bible in Washington, D.C. More love for Museums than for people alive today? You do the research & RE/consider ...
London, London!
Youths rioting,
Communities dying.
Mother, mother the world is watching
London is burning,
Revolution rising.
Taxes increasing,
Cash decreasing,
Nation pleading.
Babies bleeding,
Mother’s praying,
Politician's denying.
Mother, mother the population is mad.
Hard times, crazy times, sad times,
Scary night, dreary night, lonely life.
Papa, papa her their cry!
Babies’ bawling,
Prison sizzling,
Cities exploding.
Today's rain is more of a doom,
But why not just spare my own room?
You just poured in without a shame
So, who will then take this your blame?
Tho', where I live is a jungle,
My life needs not be this bungled,
Because this flood was just a lot,
This is not just based on my thought.
Its' anger was unleashed too pure,
Though, not only to us, the poor,
Those at Lekki bought their own shares,
Their riches brought them their scares.
Tho' pained, but not by my soaked book,
But by the food I was to cook,
They were all soaked by this mean crook,
That turned my room to a deep brook.
My hunger cried, as the rain poured,
Everything swam, as the sky mourned,
Hunger came, as salary cried,
Debts begged, as the month-end sighed.
A beautiful country deliberately engulfed
In flames, by looters who once again play the apartheid games
Stealing from your brothers the colour of your own skin
Is it a shame or do you call it a fair win?
Planning quick riots, stoking the unrest
Burning down shopping malls, causing instant joblessness
stealing fridges and tv’s that cannot fit into your car
A blue couch too big for your house, oh how bizarre!
Stone throwing unmarked vehicles, why?
Do you even care if the only breadwinner might die?
You only care about yourself and nothing less
Stop blaming apartheid when you caused this mess
Date: 29 July 2021
Fill the car up, get us some burgers and coke.
Call my Antifa connection for the latest dope!
Bring a bottle of bricks, my hammer and workman's gloves.
Goggles, helmet and wait for an officer to shove.
I'm really out to bring down this nation!
I am here to be the newest Communist sensation!
Law breaking today is de riegur!
I have no time for any American laws, you hear?
Now don't go saying that millions died for me.
I got that new American dream, called "Free,Free,Free."
Let's hop in the car, turn on Throwback Jamz.
Don't forget the malt liquor, ice cold..in tall cans.
I don't want a job, have you lost your mind?
Got my free phone, just want brand new rags~any kind!
Listen up, kids, you each got a big old sack.
That's right, grab anything throw it in your sack!
Such fun, eh, to ruin all that we see?
Now bring the loot to the car, ruining country and family!
June 2, 2020
8pm PST
Poem 1215 * Previous counts off by 100..corrections later. Sorry.
Hooting an Owl pure white,
Looting in dark night-
My sleep long fight!
Look around, do you even need to ask why?
Over and over the same damn reply;
Out of options so gotta look back
The revolution will not be televised
It’s way past time for zero tolerance
Now! Slowly forging a lasting change
Graffiti the streets in the name of peace.
Desputing Then Looting and Shooting
started disputing
were not pleased when polluting
and distributing
Jim Horn
Will Putin listen?
Siberia gulags glisten
Hysteria seeds myopia
Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia
Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia
Impassioned stock shock rationed
Shepherd & flock fashioned
Russian roulette yet again
Ukraine disdain cam-pain
Vladimir fears
Scurrilous sneers
Mutinous jeers
Career nadirs
Dissident disappears
Old school kidology
Muscovite cruel mythology
Satellite strewn astrology
Fossil fuel fool geology
Ideology without apology
Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology
Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology