Best Nepotism Poems
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You say you don't play favorites,
That he gets judged harder for being your son.
I tell you I see him watch movies every day,
While his work is not getting done.
You counter with "But what do I say to that,"
"When he comes to me and says"
"Dad when I walk by, the girls are always on Facebook."
You recline a little in your chair and shrug. "That's just the way it is"
I get that the he said, she said ties your hands.
But my computer, faces the wall,
So unless he was sitting in my lap,
My desk top isn't visible passerby's at all.
It should be obvious that he lied to you,
but your familial ties have made you blind.
Instead of looking at who he really is,
You cling to warped image you've created of him in your mind.
Your company, has repeatedly voiced concerns,
Nothing gets done, though our complaints are all the same.
Would our troubles carry clout,
If you didn't share the same last name?
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you're exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you're reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
"Another One" is unafraid to tell the Truth,
"This One" is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: "Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All."
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters.
Copyright © February 19 2009, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The sun rose slowly over the horizon and fell,
We are the giant of Africa,
Relying on the neighboring and international dwarfs for economic and socio-political development,
A situation for the angels to weep over.
Corruption, marginalization, favoritism, nepotism and insecurity hung like wet blankets,
Families are crying, children are dying,
The government remained silent as the sheeted dead,
A total impression sickeningly pathetic.
All that's beautiful drifted away like the waters running downhill,
No one is talking about poverty eradication and youth empowerment,
The valorous activists that once voiced out where assassinated,
The gutty and lettered are currently on the run.
Anxiety and uncertainty hung like a dark impenetrable cloud,
The only people feeding fine are those who can lie and steal,
Religious groups, correctional agencies and the leaders have lost their worth.
We are doomed.
All our thoughts, hope and future are running into tears like sunshine into rain.
Our lovely mothers are now competing with whores on the streets,
Just to make money to support our visionary, jobless and hopeless fathers,
The youths have resorted to crimes for survival,
Our citizenship has turned to a curse in broad daylight.
Choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
We advocate for a revolution.
Nepotism at her worst.
The post office
Or
The White House?
Fluent as a rill, that wanders silver-footed down a hill,
Their manifestos raised our burried hopes from sepulchres,
Glittering like an aigrette of stars,
We believed they were refined gold.
Indeed, they deserve our patriotism and mandate,
Wholeheartedly, we gave them,
While hoping to enjoy the dividends of democracy.
Surprisingly, it came and faded like a wreath of mist at eve,
Suffering and smiling like well fed slaves,
But our cheeks are furrowed and writhen like rain-washed crags,
Our tear drops like water from an abandoned statue,
We have been neglected and underdeveloped,
It stung like a frozen lash.
The past is dotted with poverty, blood, sweat and pain,
The future is blurry and uncertain,
Like a mirage, vague, dimly seen at first,
Yet, we are still fighting and dying,
To eradicate corruption, nepotism, favouritism and sectionalism from our society,
But it's as futile as to oppose an earthquake with argument.
If you feel a need
For nepotism…keep It
in the family
We have left home!
To countries where our fundamental human rights are respected and valued.
We have left home!
Because our leaders got money for politics,
But can't fund our colleges and universities.
We have left home!
Our hospitals got no potent medicines,
And our people are dying every day like flies.
We have left home!
Because religious intolerance and tribalism has brought segregation and conflict.
We have left home!
Corruption, marginalization, nepotism and favoritism have led to underdevelopment in our country.
We have left home!
Unemployment, hunger, and poverty kills us faster than any disease one can imagine.
I'm not writing all these because I'm a coward,
But I'm thinking of the lives we have lost so far,
Therefore, we don't really wish to be home soon,
Until there is a revolution or referendum,
Which will foster a lasting peace, unity, progress.
Nepotism
People blame Usman Ghani for Nepotism and consider it a crime
Those men are guilty who invaded his house and tortured his wife
If a person is generous and kind what is wrong in it?
He who is not kind to his relatives how can he be kind to you?
Who do you choose between Usman Ghani and Kashkol Niazi?
I choose Usman Ghani to lead and choose cricketer's axs to kick
This world is not Hollywood and we are not John Wick
I don't give a damn about Agent Vinod and double zero seven
Abad Ur Rehman Khan is trained by Mr Ten and Mr Eleven
Think before you blame and think before you game
You are highly doubtful about your dad but I know my father's name.
I am the best, she said, and she truly meant it.
The best at everything, actually. She had the right attitude for it.
She alienated the rest of the office in every kind of way
The boss’s niece, a favorite in the family, but not at work.
Trump's Trade War with China
Is breaking all our backs
With increasing prices
And increasing tax
Trump wants us to buy
Everything from Trump
So his wealth increases
And we are the chump
Trump enterprises
No longer pay tax
We must pay that shortfall
On our children's backs.
Members of Congress
Seem blind, deaf, and dumb
But love to be counted
'Neath Donald Trump's thumb.
Your grandchildren need
One sensible Act:
Impeach Donald Trump
& repeal Trump's impact.
Mama Africa,
How long shall you suffer and cry?
How long shall your heart bleed in anguish, struggle and try?
Forged with the brilliancy of a well-cut jewel,
Today, you rust, your tears overflowing and can't even be wiped with a towel,
Your resources are what foreign powers couldn't leave, they pry.
Mama Africa,
Struck with the sickness of the soul, your breasts now produces pus,
Hard to suckle, your children hiss like a generation of vipers in a compact bus,
They are known for corruption, tribalism, nepotism and wars,
Ignoring your motherly teachings and laws,
Leaving the fruit of your labour to sour like a wine in a yus.
Mama Africa,
The gods are silent but yearn to sing your songs,
But before them lay unclean and shrouded things on the drums and gongs,
Vultures merry on our flesh,
In the centre of carcases cries new born babies, tender and fresh,
Pains and blood guilts will tear us apart if you don't right our wrongs.
Mama Africa,
How long shall you be chained by a nelo-western influence?
How long shall you watch your children kill each other without conscience?
How long shall you sleep while we perish and wallow in power tussle?
Wake up mama and be that giant you are known for, bustle,
Otherwise, one day, our names will be erased from the slates of continental history and conference.
So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be a problem with Poseidon surge
Gone baha'i , a limerick try, optional pagan gods and winds around our flagstaff, IN
Animesh is ricocheting, consulting appendics
nonetheless painless as free as the appendix did say "Ish........"
Duncan hill and healthy premium is a cliched a trope
Hiatus , a self imposed speed limit where a bird, divine hoopoe
in colors and diva, will be "assimilating" marination tonight,
(and a fried second paper, oil blessing.)
About:
Sonia Gandhi is a royal chant there, like the people's princess and she
She is a muse , con clues on (and on) , with communal commuter and mundane be!
Why Al Pacino is a PhD dissertation, not now, not YA incognito !
As ethnic dish discourse will have ties to Gospel in a national crisis
With the Nobel prize, navel cutie and baby bottles and dresser case, cliffhangers!
Rules (unruly)
Once taken you cannot take it back, here they Stan, there they channelize
The "room" in Alexandria, Italic or a "Bambino" try."
Will you be trade relations with the orphan or a parallelism in "Ces't la vie?"
Will you be that oxymoron, to the symphony , flora and fauna
that had an entire Ramadan but never against a fie!
(Case and Code, both switches)
For a widow they say, the loosing atlas!
And for an affidavit , they say whisk() in a canop() try
And then board as you may find solace in grace (head on again, never hedonism)
did you marinate in between? Or ritual Can I pray today?
Can i try? Can i die? Can i sigh? Can i hi? And most of all
can i Nye?
January, 2025
If the world is going to hell in a handbasket,
'Who's holding the handle?'
is the real question, and I have to ask it.
Also, I wonder how well the world would function
if all corruption were removed at this junction.
Destroy despotism, no more nepotism,
do away with liars, fakers, thieves, heartbreakers,
abolish pundits, politicians, priests, on-the-takers.
If we eliminate crime, cigarettes, drugs and insanity,
so those evils become a thing of the past,
a change for the better could restore humanity,
but how long would it last?
We'll never know, as little is learned from history,
and why that's so is still a mystery.
In the beginning, there were only two,
(whether or not you believe in Adam and Eve)
it's no surprise mankind is clueless what to do
as, since then; incest, inbreeding and man's hate
has brought populations to such a terrible state,
despite those who do good, few and far between,
perhaps it's in their food, or possibly the genes.
nepotism and fanaticism are the weeds
endorse not these poisonous seeds
nip them in the bud applying every force
save the world from the pangs of remorse