Best Nationalists Poems
Nationalists
Demonise the religious extremism with full force
How sweet it is that I am with you
Be it Islam, Christianity, Hinduism or Buddhism
No heck to distinguish any one from the others
They are the same weed of the same soil
Eating up the crop of humanity
But what about nationalism and its product the nationalists
They are not less criminals when they go to kill millions
In the name of nations or in the name of races
Think of the world wars first and second
And count in your fingers the deaths and devastation
They bought upon us, upon our humanity
I am here to declare a Jihad against those who are to say
Peace is not profitable but war is
And national interest is above anything else
Rather than the interest of human being
I am also against those hypocrites who say
Nuclear weapons are meant for peace
Nothing can be more bull **** than this
Do you agree with me?
Shall we meet in a corner of lighted street?
Or are you from the same group of garbage nationalist?
Any difference of opinion from you is the answer
And yet I will not hate you
Kindly from me take the unbreakable promise.
Categories:
nationalists, wisdom, world war i,
Form:
Free verse
I am Dedan
I tell tales
Tales of fight
Tales of freedom
Freedom to breathe
Freedom to think
Think to prosper
Think to liberate
Liberate Humanity
Liberate my land
Land is the mother
Land of my origin
Origin of human
Origin to be evolved
Evolved you are
Evolved from this land
Land you have ruled
Land you have exploited
Exploited peoples
Exploited to profit
Profit demands more
Profit demands all
All is not yours
All are human
Human feelings
Human face
Face the truth
Face to face
Face it nicely
Face divine eyes
Eyes don’t lie
Eyes will see
See the resemblance
See all equal
Equal we are
Equal are the rights
Rights to retrieve
Rights to render
Render love
Render amity
Amity can resolve
Amity got the power
Power to excel
Power to be kind
Kind to mankind
Kind to Dedan
Dedan did fight
Dedan fought for freedom
Freedom
Fight
27.04.16
Dedan Kimathi Waciuri (31 October 1920 – 18 February 1957) born Kimathi wa Waciuri, was a leader of the Mau Mau which led an armed military struggle known as the Mau Mau uprising against the British colonial government in Kenya in the 1950's. A highly controversial character, Kimathi's life has been subject to intense propaganda by both the British government who saw him as a terrorist, and Kenyan nationalists who view him as the heroic figurehead of the Mau Mau rebellion. Despite being viewed with disdain by the Jomo Kenyatta regime and subsequent governments, Kimathi and his fellow Mau Mau rebels are now officially recognised as heroes in the struggle for Kenyan independence by the incumbent government.This follows passage of a new Constitution in 2010 calling for recognition of national heroes, amid a dismaying trend in post-independent Kenya where benefits of the freedom struggle largely went to those who did little in its behalf while those who sacrificed the most went neglected or dishonoured. Dedan's role is perhaps the most memorable and heroic in the struggle to free Africans from the colonial yoke. His capture and execution in 1957 led to the eventual defeat of the uprising by the British colonial government. [Source Wikipaedia]
Categories:
nationalists, conflict, freedom, life, racism,
Form:
Blitz
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXII
IF ever I had a country with or without nationality
And if ever I were elected or nominated Chief Patriot of this God-forsaken mis-carriaged country
And if ever my country - minus the nation - were to be on the verge of being invaded by other countries which religiously subscribe to the notion of " God-bless-us-first " in all exclusivity
I would make it the point of utmost urgence to challenge such insolent uppity countries on their concept of nationality by tabling a motion on the definition of patriotism as opposed to that of nationalism in the United Nations General Assembly
All at the risk of being expelled from that august self-effacing ineffective body and my own blasted country in utter ignominy
And I'd command all patriots to take up arms against and shoot at sight the back-thumping nationalists within my country for fear they may join hands with the invading xenophobic nationalists to enslave and throttle all patriots - y compris the Chief Patriot - in my dear old patrie
And this, even if I were to be unconstitutionally nominated Chief Patriot by all die-hard nationalists in within my own country
Even if I never ever had no country not legitimately sworn in at the United Nations General Assembly
© T. Wignesan - Paris, November 20, 2018
Categories:
nationalists, betrayal, patriotic, satire, slavery,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The scent of the sea in Erin's cool air
Captivates me and I wish I were there.
Such colors displayed in ivy that crawls
Weaving its way over ancient rock walls.
I recall my awe of every hue
The last time I bid sweet Erin adieu.
I felt embraced by Autumn's breezy arms
When deeply engaged by all of her charms.
Pipes that were played in a passing parade,
Impassioned mem'ries over hill and glade,
Help to remind me that once long ago
My ancestors lived, yet had to let go.
They journeyed across the turbulent sea
To reach a new land in home of the free.
I always rejoice in songs we still sing
When feelings return that fall colors bring.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
[1]Poets and nineteenth-century Irish nationalists used Erin in English as a romantic name for Ireland.[2] Often, "Erin's Isle" was used. In this context, along with Hibernia, Erin is the name given to the female personification of Ireland, but the name was rarely used as a given name, probably because no saints, queens, or literary figures were ever called Erin. [3]According to Irish mythology and folklore, the name was originally given to the island by the Milesians after the goddess Ériu.
Categories:
nationalists, autumn,
Form:
Couplet
How can they lament their injustice in a divided land
While seeking to undermine fundamental truths
Would mock the central tenets of our democracy
Would steal from common folk their right to ballot
While seeking to undermine fundamental truths
White nationalists, Proud Boys, scoffing at decency
Would steal from common folk their right to ballot
Make a travesty of the core values we hold sacred
White nationalists, Proud Boys, scoffing at decency
Would mock the central tenets of our democracy
Make a travesty of the core values we hold sacred
How can they lament their injustice in a divided land
Categories:
nationalists, america, bullying, conflict, political,
Form:
Pantoum
What is happening
nationalists killing
my free India
Hindus lynching minorities for a cow
Is the prime minister happy now?
Why is a cow more precious than a woman?
Why the hypocrisy when Hindus eat Beef to
All religions should live in peace & harmony
Jai Hind is our national call of unity
we all sing the same anthem symphony
we live together share the same identity
only the devil causes nationalistic supremacy
A poets dozen contest
by Silent One
31/10/15
Categories:
nationalists, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
We're in the midst of trump times and
We need to understand
That that individual in the White House
Is not a righteous man
He's all about division, discord
And disarray
And when a domestic terror act occurred
He did not have much to say
White nationalists staged a rally to keep
A confederate statue in place
No regard and no respect for any other
Ethnicity nor any other race
A group of anti- protesters were in a
Peaceful march as well
Until a nationalist in a car mowed them down
Causing utter hell
We're in trump times the country's
Moral barometer has done a reverse
We're in trump times trust and believe
It can only get worse
Threats against the North Koreans
Who are launching potential weapons to kill
Instead of using diplomacy
Trump wants to assert his will
On the precipice of what could
Possibly become world war 3
What should we do?
What are our spiritual strategies?
One, we would do well to accept
The invitation from Christ our Savior
To worship, witness and walk
With a Christlike behavior
We need God to remind us
That we are not alone
And never ever forget that its He
Who sits on the throne
God is in charge He's still in control
Hopefully He'll work on presidents
Trump and Kim Jong Un souls
Two, we need gather together in
Remembrance of He
Jesus the Christ who died
To give us the victory
To eat of the bread and drink of the wine
Remnants of His body and blood
To examine our own hearts
And acknowledge His unconditional love
To stay in touch with reality
To remember our past and our pain
Of the slavery that is still on American
A badge of shame
Let us never forget
what has come to pass
Let us never forget Jesus
and the love for us He has
For when we remember we reestablish
All truths and how they came to be
And no tweet will erase nor change
The true reality
Trump talks about fake news
But free press will prevail
As only free press stops a nation from
Becoming a dictatorship from hell
Spiritual strategies for trump times
We need to realize
We need to stay united
And keep our eyes on the prize
Let us never forget the blood
That was shredded and the sacrifice
Let us never forget that for our sins
Jesus gave His life
Let us look past skin color
And ignore race
Let us remember God
Who gave us His infinite
Mercy and Grace
Categories:
nationalists, christian, courage, endurance, god,
Form:
Carpe Diem
To the Darkened
What happened?
to that sweet voice,
those of the great States men;
I.K Musazi, Apollo M.O, Grace Imbingira
those that!
Engineered, ostracized, defiance and rejection.
Through the streets of Kampala-mukkade,
Yet with an enthusiasm of high fledged patriotism spirit
Embedded, and flourished in their hearts
Those who erected the concrete foundations...
By whom the national anthems, were composed,
R.I.P G.W. Kakoma,
Those, who highlighted the values of integrity,
Eliminated mediocrity and blurred the verses
Of nationalism, to all nationalists
The phrases were articulate with sweet scented songs to the ears,
Of men, who truly were ready grasped them, swooping
Their delightful speeches.
For the times;
Are but a rift and narrow straight
As we stand in a bliss.
Categories:
nationalists, africa,
Form:
Free verse
Teenage yeshiva students from America
'Big Heroes' - 'Land of Israel Nationalists'
All yell 'Death to the Arabs' as they smile for the cameras
A 'real good look' for 'Parents'-skins'-in-the-game activists'
Another year come and gone; another Flag March survived
Its sole achievement, stoking ultra-nationalistic pride
Next to the sea of blue-and-white flags burns white-hot terror
Ready to avenge insults directed at ~
Palestinian flag standard-bearers
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The Flag March was originally meant to commemorate the capture
of East Jerusalem and the reunification of Jerusalem during the
1967 ('Six-Day') War. What it's become now is, in my opinion, a
gross perversion of its original message of 'Unification.'
Categories:
nationalists, anger, celebration, color, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Psychic self defense
Encyclopedia of the sixth sense
Out of body exploration
Searching other battlefields
For signs of salvation
Inquiring nationalists
Solving true equations of physics.
Spiritual conformity
Government abnormality
Magical Ouija board
For the self explored
Emotional intimacy
Masturbation secrecy
And there must be something to confess
Relief of the oppressed
Housings of the haunted
Americas most wanted
Automatic writings
Seanced invitings
Occultic aftermath
Psychic self defense
Encyclopedia of the sixth sense
Out of body exploration
Searching other battlefields
For salvation
Inquiring nationalists
Solving questions of physics
Something left to confess
Relief to the oppressed
Housings of the haunted
Americas most wanted
Automatic writings
Seanced invitings
Occultic aftermath
Spirit guided meditations
Simplicity through
Endless complications
Deep breathing
Relaxation
Chakraddict spinning sensation
Positive affirmations
Computed hesitations
Numerologic ultimatum
Expressive self creation
Psychic self defense
Encyclopedia of the sixth sense
Out of body exploration
Searching other battlefields
For signs of salvation
Enquiring nationalists
Solving problems of physics
Candle lighted cartomancy
Sensible conspirituality
Interpreting life as a dream
Symbolic war fared self esteem
Stumbling in disbelief
Darkened imagery
Subliminal minority
Blackened poetry
Government abnormality
Categories:
nationalists, death, imagination, philosophy, science
Form:
Rhyme
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
Categories:
nationalists, abuse, memory, military, soldier,
Form:
Epic
Year sixteen dawned with a lot of fuss—
Of Us and the rest all called Versus,
Apart like North-South poles,
No diamonds, both black coals,
Both missing: caught are they in same bus.
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Whilst USA entered a post-truth era, the world found its Word of the Year, and India its expertise in politics of populism, call it politics of polarization: nationalists Vs anti-nationals, patriots and not, making up a year of extremes that achieved little. Both the Houses lost over 80% of business time. It seems people on Earth no more feels they are in the same bus, a break-less bus called Earth hurtling down the precipice.
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Happenings | 02.01.17 |
Categories:
nationalists, new year, satire, world,
Form:
Limerick
Honor is one and
sided
Holy books only read
in public
Women of this tablet
for joints
Young men woo at
their blues
Empty bottles
filling the salons
Daughters of doom
dance the floor
Mosquitoes now trace
treat the sick
Religious cups now
on warlock heads
Black insects merge
the whites
Children set to
oppose the elderly
Fires win races for
peace
Complete massacre
drops a smile
Heroes grave for the
sake of right
But no count rises
broken glasses
Such souls rest to
live in us
The true staunch
nationalists
And now is the only
clap
Categories:
nationalists, africa,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Cave wall shadows.
Plato warned us.
Like Prince Prospero’s Abbey.
A cyber-dominion of masquerades.
Anonymity is a collective loneliness.
Electronic patches and flickers that we create.
The naked selfies exposing our genitals.
Neon carnival signage of our disposable selves.
White nationalists and conspiracy theorists.
They savor a bloodthirsty authority to incite.
Nameless silhouettes that sway against the wall.
These figments were once billed as democracy.
Like oil, an indiscriminate flood of marketplace ideas.
But we are still constrained by cave chains.
We are children of apparitions and appearances.
We prefer the dimness of our dreams to the brilliance above us.
We believe our enslavement is safety.
Our narcotic electronic contours are our engagement, our toy selves.
Our faces stare hypnotic at cellphones, our glitter boxes.
Our façades on laptops convince us of who we are.
We enter new chatrooms, new social networks like drunks.
We think we know who we are in our costumes.
We think we know our friends, lovers and enemies.
But there is great danger in the endless party.
The peril of the red death awaits us behind our masques.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/2019.
Categories:
nationalists, computer, evil, identity, power,
Form:
Political Verse
The Serene world
In the little corner of the world where I live far from airports,
military establishment and the liberal middle class among people
who at heart are flag nationalists and proud to be Portuguese.
They are not too fond of foreigners who for the most part are British
who are quite happy not having to mingle with anyone.
I having lived here forever is accepted as the strange silent man who,
when he speaks, sounds funny and rumours has it that he writes
which never fail to impress none readers.
So here you have a postcard picture of an idyllic village tucked away
in a valley, and the nearest it ever came to war was a bewildered plane
flew low overhead the houses shock
brought people out of houses talking excitedly about the near accident.
But in the tiny cottage unpainted and rustic, there is near starvation,
and if the winter is long the old die of cold and church bells toll.
Categories:
nationalists, autumn, community,
Form:
Sonnet