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Premium Member They Call This Social Justice

Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
     we were happy . . . 
then the white came to our shores
they thought our land was theirs to take
they called it Canada
they brought disease unknown to us
when we fought for what was ours they killed us
    and we killed to . . .  
we were a savage people true and skilled at death
many of our chiefs were tricked to come in peace
     many of our chiefs were hung . . . 
                            they called this justice
             the whites stole our land and our way of life
they massacred the buffalo and bear only for their fur
and left their rotting bodies and we wept for them
the ancestors of our people fly with the eagles
drifting and falling on the wind
    their cry is our cry . . . 
we were herded into reservations like cattle
starved into submission and left a broken people
and they called this justice
but in each of us burns a fire bright that can never die
in each of us is a strength and courage
          a tranquility and serenity
we accept the past as the white acknowledge the wrongs
and the Prime Minister of Canada
is trying to say sorry
     with tears he apologizes to the people for 
the hangings
       the killing of our people
          the stealing of our land
            the 1960 scoop of our children
              the residential schools of abuse
                the highway of tears that goes on and on
yet, the social injustice to the people is still present today
             when they steal the land we have left
for pipelines, and other projects without our agreement
      we want to keep our lands pristine for wildlife
             we do not want polluted water where the fish die
some of us are living in third world conditions still
with no water, electricity, heat . . .  still on reservations
so you tell me where the justice is . . . 
I am just a girl of the here and now but
      but I hear the drums of my ancestors beating
                                      in my heart . . .

_____________________
April 1, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/They Call This Social Justice
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1009-383-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Social Justice
sponsor, John Hamilton

First Place

Premium Member In My Perfect World

In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught

To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face

Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows

Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife

If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars

Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire

Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill

Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall

To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far

Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation

If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow

In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns

For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt

Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set

There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth

Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans

Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate

The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin

For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought

Premium Member Energy's Suffocating Gallop

Energy’s Suffocating Gallop
                                  by Odin Roark

Ancient blood soaked sand
Plumes its sticky residue
Beneath rapacious hooves 

Dust storms of evil stampeding beside pipelines
Goad flow to tankers
Where ubiquitous black gold addiction 
Steers toward pervasive profit-docks  

Behind sweat lathered greed
Winds of historic baggage
Tether their historic words and song
Blessings and curses
Exciting swirling vortexes

Windmills of molten fire
Entitlement’s rape and pillage of breath
Of pores once absorbing purity
Evil’s global bubble
Appearing as mankind'

Robed in white zealotry
The blinded hawk-minds
Embrace the Middle East predatory contaminant
Wallowing in solipsistic riches forgotten
Awake only to pick tomorrow’s gluttonous prey

The world turns on turbine propulsion
With oceans bowing to its slavery
Delivering liquid smokestack suffocation
Silent killers preparing ghosts 
Of time’s new-century-plague 
Ignored

As oil gorged tankers find port  
Release their pandemic sleight of hand
A destruction as innocent as rabbits from a hat
Charms the ignorant
Beguiles the wannabes

Wheeled transport
Delivers the demise of children’s hearts
Left to take a number
Unaware there is no lottery
Only loser-consciousness 
Adult indulgence clinging desperately
To evil’s mane and tail
As it whips gullible eyes
Into cataract submission

Alien life hovers above
Grieving the minions destined
To find black energy’s ashen dust
Sprinkling its fool’s gold
Upon a barren planet
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member History Repeats In Dakota Territory

In my early teens (late 60's)
I remember it all
began
in my mind

Dad was driving us into
downtown Minneapolis
for church I think,

up ahead, a block or so,
the bob-lights on top of
2 cop cars was twirlin'
and  speakers were loopin'
that open-sore noise

then it went silent

but what caught our eyes
was, the 2 cops were standing
over a Native American sleeping
against a wall,

they picked him up,
all limp arms and legs

and chucked him into the
open trunk of their squad
car like they were swinging

gunnysacks of taters

dad was the first to say
something as we passed
by when the light changed

"the Indians got it rough
here in town, jimmy, 
gotta
help 'im when
you can, son"

50 yrs ago...
little has changed,
Dakota Oil injustice,

now near me puppet
heads
allowing pipelines
to disgrace sacred
Treaty Lands.

People gonna rise-up
again, and get water-blasted
off their feet & stuck with
them stingin' dam electric

stun-frizzle wires

like we were some
kinda human chimera
that needs to be
extinguished.

dads been gone 12 yrs
now

"gotta help 'im
when you
can, son"

...gotta
help 'im
when
I can

July '18
Minneapolis

Amazing World

The healthy man fights not to be sick,
Meticulous doctor prays to have enough patients,
patients hope not to end up in the morgue,
morgue keeper needs more corpses to keep his job,
The coffin maker hopes to make enough sales
to pay his bills;praying that many should die.

The robbers pray not to get caught ,but
to succeed more in their exploits;
Fraudsters plan to swindle more victims,
Crime fighters prepare more to stop crime,
as terrorists device different means to make
their impact more devastating.

A woman prays day and night to have a baby,
A child! of her own to bring out the joy of her marriage
and silent all her enemies and adversaries,
Another refuses to have one;she evacuates her womb
many times in her lifetime,not ready for motherhood,
The strong and wise remain poor,
while the weak and nitwit dined in opulence.

Electorates planned and prayed to elect good leaders,
'Good' leaders embezzle and usurp power,
A man has thirty-six duplexes and two castles
but sleep only in one room,while another man has six children
with no room to lay his body.

Oil exploration increases,piracy increases,
New pipelines constructed,vandals destroy,
UNO sues for world peace,more nuclear weapons
produced,insurgency unabated,
everyone prays to succeed in their quest,
Whose prayer should be answered?
That of UNO or terrorists?
Crime fighters or criminals?
evildoers or good fellows?
Doctors or patients or coffin makers?
Saints or the beasts?
Murderers or mothers?
Hmm!I`m confused...
Thanks to the supreme deity,I`m not in HIS Shoes.

Ravening

You want it all.

The lakes and tar sands

Fresh water and fish

Arctic diamonds

Pipelines that confine

The caribou

And make the hunt ridiculous.

Forests for the churning

Of lusty, gossip press

And row houses

Like card houses

In six figure excess.

You set the price

You peg the share return

You fudge prospectus

Upon contingent prospectus.

You eyeball Brazil’s rubber

Argentina’s beef

And the yen’s stability.

Look for bottom line

In a bombshell.

You feed the college factories

With student debt

And prevarication.

You ruin IT marvels of innovation

With the barbs of bribed analysts.

You forestall needful medicines.

Your food franchises gorge your towns

And starve your staffs.

You stuff the sanctuaries

With hype and lifestyle

And trendy powerless slogans.

And dandle politicians

Like Punch and Judy.

But no one is laughing.

Moving jobs like pawns off-shore.

Buying justice by the pound.

You are the ravening

And the implacable.

You kill this place

In increments.

Chanting with pounded fist

“Business is business”.

And the odd one of us

Builds a cabin in the bush

And marvels at the night music

And lights.
© Doug Blair  Create an image from this poem.


On the Tour Bus In San Mar-Andorra-Stein

ON THE TOUR BUS IN SAN  MAR-ANDORRA-STEIN


“We are older than  your George Washington;
We have  the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga; and our castles are small
But all  guaranteed to enthrall.......”

It appears this swing-a-cat country  
With its pipsqueak army  
Of skirt-swinging, fur-slippered, 
Medieval-style soldiers carrying a halbard

Has a National Income less, if you please,
Than  most big  western  companies.
Oil comes not in a pipelines, but a tube’ll do
(Costing many hundreds of roubles too.)

“McDonalds came here five years ago  -
Their first restaurant east of the Po.
KFC   will be coming  next year  -
It will be a national holiday here......”

I climb wearily back aboard 
Our tour bus here  abroad.
I don’t wish to seem quirky
But I’d rather be home  in Albuquerque.

.....................................................................................

Note

Verses in quotes are the tour guide voice. Other verses are the tourist’s 
thoughts.

Rationalisation of Explanation

Rationalisation of Explanation


Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation 

The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering

Hangs stark and uncompromising
Humanity through centuries of historical brutality
Has treated us with its incontinent blood
And defiled every precept of love

“Nothing” has come to save us.

But still we cling
Desperate in our own life times
For some semblance of a reason
Prepared to receive the miracle
Which never comes

One day they say
Is one thousand years in the mind of God
And so
All these prayers will never be answered
Not until the human voice
For a millennia has repeated a single word

It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called “Human”
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happy

We pass unrealised in all our potential
Having lived our lives in suffering
Nailed up and stripped to idiot faith
In some bland concept of Gods fathers day
Turns every apparent truth
Into the conceivable lies of fools

Explain if you would
The torment
Rationalise by some beliefs excuse of a plan
How God allows this to happen

Faith is a mockery
Which does not accept responsibility
and allows us to close our eyes
And continue to live in luxury 

And while mankind persists in its idolatry of God
And passes the buck
To some unknown biblical saviour
Some Messiah who will receive all our sin
Half the world continues starving

Raping, warring, murdering, thirsting
Dieing of curable diseases
Judged by their colour
Living in hovels on rubbish tips

Pogroms of sectarian violence
Racial cleansing
Oil pipelines
And nationalistic patriotic flag waving

God

It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called Human
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happily
Exultant

Effective Plans

It will take time
to phase out oil-based 
technology people from 
the oil industry

Could also be used
creating, pipelines
building desalination 
plants o get water 

Into the mountains
means plenty of work 
for people 
Imagine all the pipelines

you would have to create
Granted if we started today
with rich people buying electric cars
it would take time for that technology

To filter down to the poor
granted you all want jobs
you all want healthy economies
take time to change

Take time to adapt to change
create plans that include the needs 
of all people God created 
a balanced world

where nature had the ability
to clean the air 
and create a stable environment
in reclaiming arad lad

spreading plants into places 
they couldn't reach
in growing trees on mountains
that where arad before

you would be giving nature
the chance to heal the world
at one time the human race
through faeces into the street

urine and faeces in the street
created the breeding ground
for the plagues smallpox 
and many more 

The world looked at God and blame him
but in truth, it was their fault
they changed, they build toilets
they build sewage systems

They learned about viruses
they built hospitals 
they started scrubbing hands
they overcame their pollution problem

now we face another pollution problem
one man's problem 
is another man's challenge
working together 

We can overcome 
these problems
accepting climate change
is the first step

building plans 
taking time to effect change
helping people in a job transition
there is plenty of work for people

if we use our brains 
to make effective plans

Wiki Leaks

Pipelines to Hell.
Orchestrated leaks.
Dangerous data with the potential to explode right in front of their faces...
Or so we would think.
Wiki leaks are sparks of volatile info released on a graphic timeline that hangs in the stinky footlocker of the beast.
You never know which angle of hell's propaganda he'll "expose" next.
Is it another scandalous love affair?
Vladimir P said what?!!!!
Let me check MY references first!!!
I'll have to get back to ya on that one!
Dinosaur fossils of the past brought forward to incite fear today.
Who woulda thunk?
Are you kidding me again?!!!
Bill Gates is actually a distant relative of the Queen?
Someone wake me up from this surreal nightmare.
Wiki leaks.
There is only one authentic thing in this poem...pssst!... It has to do with the Queen.


Gwendolen Rix 
7-27-16

Der Spiegel

On reading Der Spiegel 
 In Kashgar where the 
The Silk Road begins
 I a bought 
An apricot
From a woman who wore 
A red shawl
Over her black hair
 Knotted under
Her chin 
And a yellow silk dress
Kashgar the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world 
Europe is so puny 
And far away
A new silk road 
Is being built 
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade
For China 
Ok, as long as they sell 
Apricots 
At the market place
In Kashgar

Premium Member Crude Energy Policy

There was a time we were independent,
exporting energy out to the world.
Natural gas helped make us ascendant,
before the energy plan was unfurled.

Clean coal is indeed oxymoronic,
but our technology, better than most.
Nuclear probably is the world's tonic;
solar won't get you a night on the coast.

Shutting down pipelines, pleading with Saudis,
suspending drilling on government land…
With these pump prices, I'm getting rowdy;
time for the little guy to make a stand.

Putin? Darned tootin', he is an *ss hat,
but when I let loose, well, "Biden did that!"

----------

I'm driving the truck as little as possible these days, but $90 for half a tank of diesel is enough to bring out a bit of a rant...
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Id Like To Shake the Hand

Who defined
“certifiably insane”?
You see, it too closely 
defines those who are
running this world.

The place where technology steals jobs; 
Airplanes, crash more than they fly; 
Politicians are elected, 
based on the most…convincing…lies and bribes.

Where the archaic caste system, is making a comeback; 
where diseases are created to win wars 
and where medicines are created
to cause more sickness, then they cure.

A madhouse, where viruses are added to seeds, 
which become our food. 
Where no cure for cancer is ever found, 
although nature gave us many.
There’s too much money to be made in…research;
to find too many cures will create less jobs.
Where surgeons sell unnecessary surgeries, 
to enhance their lifestyle.

Where those without jobs or money, 
are forced to buy insurance or pay fines, 
yet politicians are exempt?
A psycho-drome where people disappear,
with no trace and human bodies are plasticized 
for exhibition?  Who are they, anyway?

Where genocide is an unpunished act,
if the initiator so chooses and
Where theatre-wars are created, 
for the profit of world leaders.
Where coal companies freely murder families 
and toxic pipelines trump, all human life.

Yes, who defined, “certifiably insane”?
That’s one hand, I’d like to shake…
the truly sane one.

Premium Member The Spiral

The Spiral

Once the circuit is closed it is a never-ending story one of
hate and violence an eye for an eye and more darkened vision

Who cast the first stone threw the first bomb wielded the sword
where when and how and for what reason does not matter to me

As loops of vicious power circle in a fight of oppression and the
going stays rough in retribution the system breeds more of the same

Suicide squads yield no answer for your revolution nor mine
when the blame game is on and liberation is merely an empty idol

Bombing sovereign countries is only an answer for globalised greed
a sign of malice insecurity and rationalised evil covering the roots

Terrorists have no legitimate place on the streets of London an 
explosive device and a bomb on a belt does not enchant the victims

Whole nations razed to the ground in ever changing coalitions to secure
pipe dreams and pipelines impress suffering and the Goddess of money

It does not suffice to point fingers at whose alleged allegiance started 
the madness and what oils the shrapnel and hunger of justice in vain

It matters what you and I do what the clowns in power who represent us
conclude in name of us minions who are mere pawns in circular fashion

The best way to achieve peace is not to fabricate another attack on
humanity but he or she who holds back severs the spiral of hatred

Premium Member Where's America's Can-Do Attitude

Where is America's 'can-do' attitude
    when it comes to the 2024 debacle
  If it's Biden against Trump again
    won't we feel we've been shackled --

  to a House of Horrors, chains on the left and the right
    Why won't we Americans even put up a fight
  Let's threaten the networks which air the debates
    that we'll shut off our tellies at a minute before eight 

  And as for primary voting, let's all vow to skip that
    If it's Biden vs. Trump -- How the hell can we stand pat
  Let's round up some candidates who'll go to the mat for Ukraine
    who are ready to dig pipelines and boost nuclear power again

  Candidates who intend to balance the budget THIS VERY YEAR
    not trick us with gimmicks, wherein massive deficits disappear  
  Candidates who know how to put the 'Woke' in their place
    and let go of the elites' obsession with gender and race  

  No more Men or women who snub their nose at our laws
    and berate those who challenge them with the lewdest guffaws
  Come on Americans, let's dig in and roll up our sleeves
    and round us up some Presidential timber before Autumn Equinox Eve

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