Best Meritocracy Poems
In opposition they criticize all that is wrong
and all that is good, according to their agenda.
They put clogs in wheels, aided by defiant unions
and often bringing the country to a standstill
with senseless strikes and organized protests.
Mud is thrown at government and individuals;
much of it sticks; the end justifies the means.
During the run-up to elections they use the media
to their advantage; the message drummed over
and over during house visits and heated mass rallies
rousing the rabble with heartfelt oratory.
They promise transparency and accountability;
fair sharing of wealth, help to the homeless and
to the needy; curbing favours to friends of friends
by resorting to the ideal concept of meritocracy;
lowering taxes and bills and introducing new social
benefits that would put all on an equal footing.
Most of all they harp on the eradication of corruption.
They hold roadmaps to solve all the country’s woes.
They promise heaven on earth; they promise Utopia.
Glittering manifesto is presented with much fanfare.
The gullible, switchers and uneducated are brainwashed.
As expected, election produces the desired results and
the party in opposition gets in power...on promises!
Promises that cannot be kept. The devil wants his due.
He grins, pointing to the small writing on the manifesto...
The majority had failed to notice it. It reads...SUCKERS.
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Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
Remember ninety-five
When we felt free
We felt alive
We hugged and kissed
Rejoiced in freedom
Rejoiced and sung
Songs of freedom
Mandela walked
As skeptics talked
But he walked on high
And touched the sky
He loved and he gave
The spirit of the brave
He forgave and reconciled
A sad and battered child
He gave us hope
He gave us life
He freed us from our thoughts of strife
He crossed the divide
Of crossword puzzle blocks
And gave us the clues
- We threw down our rocks
But here we are now
Tectonic plates crash on our brow
Where is the hope gone?
Where is the future that we had won?
As we slipped from meritocracy
To simple mediocrity
We look around
And all we found
Was our hopes dashed
Dashed to the ground
Our children suffer, forlorned
Whilst louts with shovels shovel the gold
Of our future that was pawned
For the few our future was sold
And as the fat asses
Roam around in masses
Eating the hay that was made when the sun still shone
Eating the food that the cattle had won
But brayingly they still prance around
Relishing in their new wealth found
As the baby dies hungry and cold
And the baby is buried in hallowed ground
Remember back in ninety-five
When we all felt thrilled –
Alive!
Remember the victory songs
Of how we would right the wrongs
But now we wrong the right
As for gold and wealth we fuss and fight
And in his cold and lonely grave
Mandela turns
And weeps
As his long road
Stops
At his grave
I searched in vain for inspiration.
I even climbed the sacred Parnassus
Where all the muses reside.
I danced with them
Engaged in endless discourse.
All in vain.
Then I resigned to my fate.
Oh Pythagoras? How I refused
Ever to believe in your metempsychosis?
Alas that meritocracy should be reborn
Reborn to write again,
Reborn from darkness and void
Reborn to mock myself again.
With a splash of painted words,
Disjointed, without sense.
A sickly morbid earthling
Fed on the slums and dregs of earth,
Pampered on deadly drugs.,
Only to be haunted by a thousand empty dreams.
Now I solely scribble:
A mass of oddly disjointed lines,
Words upon words, a phantasmagoria of nonsense,
While ashes fall upon the yellow pages
Scented with nicotine of stale cigars.
Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
If God's divinely polyamorous will
is not a health-optimizing meritocracy,
an economic
and politically cooperative
democracy
of regenerating multicultural wealth
Then may She eat Her post-climatic
degenerating
desecrating
hat.
Ending Race Supremacy
Rafidah wants an end to 'race supremacy' among Malaysians
NATION
Tuesday, 23 Oct 2018
11:10 PM MYT
Read more at https://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2018/10/23/iron-lady-rafidah-calls-for-end-to-race-supremacy-among-malaysians/#kMuL2VrOiGyUR85c.99
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Hohoho...
Here's a lonesome voice from the Iron Lady of Msia, she who was once a former formidable minister...
Daring enough to voice out the direction our present political masters must be after...
For an inclusive and progressive Bolehland for all races For the future...
A future where every individual citizen is proud of being a Msian..
Hopes and expectations are sky high that after the May 9th political reset in govmen...
Bolehland can pursue a political course that is colour and heritage-neutral....
And her citizens can be proud Msians regardless of race and heritage....
Strength in diversity can be uniquely applicable for all Msians....
By prioritising politics and progress for the good of the people and the nation....
Education should be for all the citizens and emphasis should be on needs...
And recognition must always be based on excellence and meritocracy....
With her strident rousing call for good governance and a new Msia in direction...
This Iron Lady has seen it fit to include also the doing away of supremacy of her very own religion..
Dare we hope that the New Msia could finally be heading in the right direction...
After Bolehland and her people pressed the reset button during the May9th General Election...?
"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"He pits the parties
To perfect His will
In His heavens,
And on His Earth!"
"I trust Him to do the right thing
More than I trust my own judgment."
"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"Their moral high-rank
Is only a Mirage,
Tricking a thirsty soul
That its way is safe!"
"I trust Him to guide my footsteps
More than I trust my own eyesight."
"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"His powerful help-
Irrelevant crutches
In their blind pursuit
Of deceitful wages!"
"I trust Him to keep on winning
More than I trust my own profit."
"Same ol', same ol'!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"The Savior loves you-
But there's no such thing
As acceptable sin,
Because it ruins!"
"I will trust Him and His choices
More than I trust my own reason."
"He comes, He comes!",
Cries the Sentinel.
"With Heaven's Armies
And all His holy ones
To keep His promises
For those who trust Him!"
"I trust Him to keep His Word
More than I trust the Meritocracy."
Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more about trust,
For trust is a barren risk,
A naked wire,
With no remorse or warranty
Tell me not about truth,
For truth has become a figment of imagination...
Truth has become propaganda, slander and mobbing
Tell me not about justice,
Justice have become solstice
Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more...
Tell me not about conscience,
For it is more than an open wound
Tell me not about decorum
What we have is audacity
Tell me not about knighthood,
What we have is dishonor
Friend,
Tell me not about meritocracy,
What we have is kleptocracy
Tell me not about love,
For love is cash and carry
My friend,
Tell me not about pain,
For without pain,
There is absolutely no gain
IF ever I had a country : XXXV - XXXVI
XXXV
IF ever I had a country
And if ever by any stretch of the imagination I were the duely-elected President of the Republic
I'd tell each and every oath-taking Grand Master of Free-Masonry : No question of sharing power in a democracy
I'd purge the Courts first then the Police and Secret Service of every trace of their hierarchichal papacy
Then seek and weed out every one of their moles in the Administration as a policy
Which abhors power exercised by unauthorised coteries in the body-politic as the bane of national meritocracy
That is, if ever I were by any stretch of the imagination the duely-elected President of the Republic
And even if I never ever had no country so sick
XXXVI
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were but the President PM or even divine King
I'd lose not any sleep over who makes the belfry bells toll or telephones ring
I'll not fret and frown every time trade unions business or professional guilds sing
Out of tune with the voices of aides aide-de-camps or Chiefs of Staff in the West Wing
I'd keep a finger on the Peoples' Pulse and when I rule I'd know I'll be doing the right Thing
That is, if ever I were but the President PM or even divine King
And even if I never ever had no country to wring
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 16, 2018
I love my country with all loyalty
I love our ideas and democracy
I enjoy my freedom all too well
But recently America has made me say what the hell
A news-man on TV once told me,
That this country is perfectly fine We live in meritocracy
Based off talents, hard work, and a working based currency
I replied to the screen, haven’t you seen
Plans of bailout, political corruption, and CEO fiends
He interrupted my statement to say,
If you disagree with our government you live in an un-American way
I said well hell that’s unfair; I criticize our government constructively because I care
I yelled I just want see change, I just wanna help this country through my minor things!!
The newsman then said, believe what I say support current system or else bad things lie
ahead
My roommate walked into the room and said, this man knows his sh-t James his books I
read,
I said oh hell America might be dead.
Rumbling thunders but wounded voices were more distinctly heard… Pouring wonders for my eyes flutter more than that beautiful bird….
Innocence blinded me to see hidden malice…Building Avenues for hope is the only solace… Well, this hope also doesn’t hold any promise!!
All that’s Lurking my mind uninformed about the time… Life isn’t a meritocracy of counting days it’s got no meaning if joy delays with the loves ones!…..
Like a cusped dandelion spores are blown… I choose to stay away for it’s okay to feel alone rather to be felt thrown….though I mourn and mourn…
Time is passing, days are crawling…. Life is moving… But the sand in the hour glass isn’t falling…
In flashs and dances
all immemse merits drown -
pure vast empty minds.
We believe in diverse in our universe
Our government’s a meritocracy in reverse
Red folks, brown folks, yellow and green
Indigenous Indians, Asians, Orientals, ‘Mar-sheens’
So despite constant breakdowns in communication
Multicolor anger and fury benefits all nations…
We also support workplace equity
All employee reviews must be ‘A’ or ‘B’
And of course there’s inclusion, finally
For violent ex-felons we bend the knee
All told, with our universe we’ve given birth
~ to a bigger mess than Planet Earth
You may not believe me
But I know it so well
Every lilac tree
Has its own special smell
This I fail to describe
Its expressless to me
Each tree has its own type
Blooming easy and free
There's no equality shared
No familiar democracy
Lilacs fragrances spread
Fugitive meritocracy
Flattering you with the one
Sweetest lie
You are still fair and young
If you give it a try.