Best Misrule Poems

Don’t speak to me of freedom’s loss
Free speech that treasured jewel
Lives cut short the human cost
How governments misrule 

Its not a crime to have your say
To speak about the truth
Your silence is to high price, to pay
Make sure you use that polling booth 

Mandela spent...

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Autumn feelings flow
in much the fashion
as lost leaves that blow

All Hallows' finds our minds
in false identities
that take us to escape
our daily grind
and look into the fantasies
behind the hidden selves we
barely have the time to know
 
Delighting in our children's
rituals for misrule,
in the guise of madness...

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When I cannot tell you how I feel
When I want to see you ,not  to speak,
I talk about the weather like a  fool

Sometimes when I’m tired I feel unreal
Or life seems lost and  meaning seems to leak
Then I  can not ...

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Misrule
Misappropriate
Mass-grave...

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Writing affects your brain!
So all I want to do is write craftier and harder,
Using supercharged thoughts, converted from quantum data, 
Letting it rain, running through my veins, 
Seen, then caught by my Pen and paper that’s always on me, 
The greater angels oversee thee,
In possession...

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WARS ARE MADE BY MEN (Satis Shroff)

When you walk in the streets of Freiburg
Or any German town in the East or West,
You see lovely, innocent faces
Of well dressed men and women.
These people are not responsible
For the cruelty, genocide and hatred,
Carried out by their fathers and...

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Why do I survive in a world so cruel?
I'd like a life without war.
Why should I remain a fool?

Why should I obey the rule?
I'd like to relive the before.
Why would I remain in that pool?

Must I stay where angels ridicule?
I'd like passage through the door.
To...

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The province of delayed gratification
Poetry is dead.

There is now no appetite for deep reflection
In this far from limpid pool.
Abhorrent is meditation
To  the present lords of all misrule.
Carpe diem once was for the nonce
Its writ now runs for aye.

Omnivorous science depredates
The very bones of our...

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Festival of the Fools!

Festival of the Fools
in which is celebrated in different culture as different names
originally celebrated by most cultures on January first
which was first coined in Great Britain in 1861
celebrates inclusive art of busking 
and street performance
with foolish fun for all ages
devoted to community...

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Initially we florish and feel comfortable. 
We till the ground and it yield much flowers and fruits for food and finance.
We export and feed other nations with our goods. 
Despite our great population,
We never lack for once 
We were named after our effects on sister...

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Ways are multifarious 
Let me choose
Light is seen dark
Without booze

Gift of God is
Felt as curse
Upside down head
Beautiful verse

Foolish  am stubborn
Stubborn so fool 
My hate invites me
Wisdom is misrule

God is angry
So am is lost
Perverse is prize
At my cost...

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Initially we florish and feel comfortable. 
We till the ground and it yield much flowers and fruits for food and finance.
We export and feed other nations with our goods. 
Despite our great population,
We never lack for once 
We were named after our effects on sister...

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In the days of your power
You made your people willing
In the time of their longing
You visited them
In the time of distress
You built up their confidence
In their loneliness of hearts
You have made your presence manifest
In the fierceness of their battles
You show your great power
In the midst...

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I surrender my body to the place of great relief
Where sights dissolve
and sounds concede
Existing, only inside
Where living means to die
To wander the lands of misrule
To experience the fates I have yet to meet
My senses benumbed by the cushiony black
I'm never coming back...

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Fools are tools 
They enrich schools 

Fool isn't a fool
But an awaiting elite
In an elite's misrule 
He grows mixtures of conceit
  
Students aren't stubborn 
Teachers are just wicked 
After school is the real churn 
That gets students allurded

Students are not students 
That give respect...

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