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Stars and those with Stripes

"America First",
is the worst.
Should not thinking of others,
be your thirst?
Those who are selfish,
end up being cursed!
Soon they'll be last,
instead of first.

Who among you,
prefers guns and war?
Do you really have freedom,
shore to shore?
If most have less,
are you happy with more?
Should the privileged few,
be guarding the door?
Protectionism,
rots you to the core.
In the end,
you won't know who it's for?

What does it mean,
to be "Great Again"?
I'll listen to learn,
try your best to explain!
Were there fields of cotton and sugarcane?
Was it back of the bus perfect,
everyone staying in their own lane?
A pain striped passport,
for those on the soul train.
If you know the truth,
please speak it plain.
I want to find great,
I've wracked my brain.
Whose America are you trying to regain?


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018


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I Love Guns

I love Guns


Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too

Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!

Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun 
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction


And......... any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack

Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right

Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns

By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights

I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Seed of destruction

Father of all bombs when dropped 
five times greater than the mother 
Where a fallen angel's dance begins 
fornicating with matter darkening subjects 
through and through dimensions opening a porthole 
Acting a tough guy with your orange face 
shows little wit as one peace maker 
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least 
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies 
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness 
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone 
to be humble aggression is by deeds done 
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells 

co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice 










Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Paul, Peter and the Tweeter

Paul, Peter and the Tweeter
Why not choose, 
a billionaire leader?
One who is not 
an eloquent speaker.
Trouble rises,
he robs Paul to pay Peter.
The bold rich need tax savings,
forget about the meeker.

From a distance,
we watch the kingdom teeter.
Him smirking on high,
he thinks "What could be sweeter!"
Why oh why, 
did so many choose that cheater?

Global temperature rising,
things aren't the same.
Scientific facts need hiding,
isn't that a shame?
There's new logic he's applying,
says coal dust isn't really flying.
Even though the fish are bitter
and you can't see them under the litter,
no one can turn down the heater.
"Fake News" he says,
check out T-Man's Twitter.
The Country is "Great Again",
cause he ain't no quitter!
Yet people are making less than their babysitter.
Good jobs will go with free trade,
might as well become a waiter.
Otherwise you’ll starve sooner or later.

People happy,
he wants to build a wall.
Mexico will pay,
so build it tall.
More immigrants?
You don't need them at all.
But no one left to pick the fruit,
or to be at your beck and call.
Watch it all fall,
for sure the economy will stall.
No one buying nothing at the mall.
Meanwhile 
Klu Klux Klan standing tall.
If they ask him,
T-Man will let them guard his wall.

Look for all the signs,
a leader who's a hater.
Mastertweeting, flatulater.
A logic lacking debater,
self-loving,
self-promoting, congratulator!
If he pushes the button,
we might become a large crater.
He'll spin it and tell those left,
"I'm the great emancipator!"
If you don't believe him,
You’re just another disloyal traitor!



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018


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Quacking Crackers

Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal 
except in his alternate universe of oneness 
 
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon 
while war looms close by this feather prides himself 
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
 
 
Sleight of hand reflections move 
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
 
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing 
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend 
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies 
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth 
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
 
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on 
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands 
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
 
 
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem 
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building 
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come

Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster  
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source 
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of 
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me 
only me, me only me, me only me!



a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam Mcdaid


Copyright © Donna Loughman | Year Posted 2017


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Tiptoe

Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . . 

Cameras rolling, take one, action! 
“How stupid can you be? You’re fired!”    
He told a judge quite candidly. 

In take two, from his office on Fifth Avenue,  
He tweeted,  “Nobody has more respect 
For women than I do.” 

On take three 
During a press conference, 
“We’ll blow terrorist Al-Baghdadi 
Out of existence.” 

Then he stood, saluted the flag, and 
Ordered General “Mad Dog” to protect the land. 

Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .

They say Doomsday is coming, 
Polar caps are melting,  
An asteroid just missed us today  
Iranians want a bomb 
To explode in Armageddon, 
And North Korea tested 
A long-range missile yesterday. 

Both sides are wrong... 

Beware, or pay dearly, 
To the victor belongs the spoils, 
For in the land of the free and 
Home of the braves, 
A new boss man's in town

Fake news on display...bad men raining down 

Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is . . .

The boss is riding, guns ablaze, shooting at the sun, 
Stirring up flames all across America, Russia,  and China— 
The whole world’s wondering, who's this character? 

Wake up and smell the coffee! 

Republicans say, 
“He's the forty-fifth  President today,
Top dog in Washington,
Who can activate the nuclear bomb.” 

With the greatest memory around... A double negative caused the problem

He says America will be great again 
Then placed a ban on Muslims coming in.  
He made it clear to Peña Nieto, 
Bad hombres must go, 
That a wall on the border 
Will stop the illegal immigrant flow 

Where is the server and 50,000 emails~ Russia do you know?

Tiptoe, tiptoe, what they say is not what they say it is…


Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2017


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Quacking Crackers

Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal 
except in his alternate universe of oneness 
 
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon 
while war looms close by this feathers pride himself 
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
 
 
Sleight of hand reflections move 
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
 
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing 
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend 
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies 
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth 
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
 
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on 
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands 
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
 
 
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem 
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building 
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come

Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster  
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source 
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of 
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me 
only me, me only me, me only me!



a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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bomb

all governments
are corrupted in some way,
exploiting the delivery of storks
that baby-boomers like to think are
precious gifts, but we are dropped bombs
to make this s***-hole new, paint it blue, not
for boys, but for our united sorrow, yet we
will still not give this stolen land that toiled
name like you do. we will paint it pink, not for
girls, but for the faded fire, bright and not
upon a spectrum, because we will not
put stickers on specks in an infinite
cycle, because we are just dots
of destined waste, longing
to get along


Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017


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I say it how it is in my eyes

Strange this all falls on deaf ears 
a mockery of justice twist whichever way you wish 
people killed in a hospital act of terror yes or no 

Where those blind cannot ever see 
the gospel truth an act of terrorism 
Countries are invaded including their treasuries 
Arms seized they go on the black market 
sold to terrorists to create revolutions 

Forgive me if I am wrong 
Executions some aired 
as snuff videos on line 
tortures aired on television 
extreme violence showing 
shows demonic practices to me 

This world knows its all to do with energy 
invading countries that has been mapped out 
for years by past leaders from their mouths spoke the truth 
relating to their soul's identity in words 

Building a pipeline 
costs the lives of many innocent civilians 
rapes on a daily basic tortures and worse 

Greed you seem to like stirring the cauldron 
with your hate filled tactics aimed at people's ideas  
Destabilising this world all the time claiming its for peace 
Control is your domain climbing a ladder you seek power 
as now the beast inside desires to be number one 

Egypt is where this dynasty began 
then the Roman empire 
followed by Hitler from facts I read 
history repeats itself once more 
reaching above the clouds living and dying 
struck down by a weapon 
used in battle once before choice 

Lets be straight in all this 
countless people are dying
 each and every single day 
God be merciful 
Stop killing the innocence of this planet 
acceptance of guilt a must 
 
I read cluster bombs are being used 
a banned weapon 
why are the terrorists selling these weapons 
not put on trial by this so called security council 

Also the road to Damascus enriched warheads 
poisonous to the soil a chemical weapon 
Imagine the irony of it all pot calling the kettle black 

World bullies are at the centre of all this stage
elite fascists governing rule is exposed
titles gained from stealing rape torture 
murder in those that cry to heaven for his mercy 

Its a list as long as your arm cut short 
The devil has taken reign in most peoples hearts 
beating drums of our Saviour's grace 
holds strong immaculate heart
 
No one can ever argue with the truth 
because in the end it will shine the brightest light 

I am right winged and stand against world tyranny 
also injustices as for years a person suffered 
at them hands himself 
the scar in my soul will find its peace 
at the gate of two truth's we all know the answer 

If we seek knowledge into the riddle of the spinkx still stands 
where sulphur lies a vision is strong proof 
when the head is not buried in the sand 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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An empire strikes back

War is a time of great conflict 
bringing so much misery and suffering 
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake 
prayers are calling to Heaven 

Where the innocence of children 
becomes tainted 
no longer having a voice 
little ones confused
scratching behind the ears 

Silence there dwells
hate filled secrets buried 
under the carpet of lies not revealed 
from the unspoken truth 

Invaders are tyrants 
dressed in suits no doubt 
employing soldiers 
brutally abusing their powers 
given unto them by the peoples vote 
With no morals how does society stand a chance 

They are blind unconscious 
to their acts and deeds of mercy 
Sitting on their high seats of office 
Purely a stand up joke 
with false handshakes claiming peace
 
Stealing is not a God given right 
quoting justice seeks answers 
We have all been deceived 
Democracy of the poor struggling does not exist 

I call for world peace 
Address all issues 
laid out on the table containing truth 
The day for nit picking is over 
End this shameful bloodshed and violence
because there is always two sides to every story 

Victims of racism 
no blacks 
no dogs 
our race came lower classed than animals 
shame on your envy of our father's faith

Kept down for centuries 
Sold as slaves of little worth 
I am a writer of my times 
Where everyone 
should have a voice equal 
not hiding in the cupboard 

Love in God's light 
has taught me morals 
thou shalt not steal 
or take what does not 
belong to you pride 

Hate with the demons 
you dwell crying 
over your own spoiled milk 
Where was Europe 
during this crisis time
when human rights
became violated on our soil 

As a child to have a gun 
pointed at your face 
is down right cruelty in the act
twisting acceptance of arrogance 
through the vision of my eyes 
looking down a barrel at me 

Even yet years later 
they remain silent 
why I ask myself 
when the grass is cut 
before your eyes 
into addressing murder and child abuse 
big issue to act on 
in realities fact
the reaper of truth sheds light always


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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Any party

Supporting killing children 
they will never ever get my vote again 
when you abort a baby 
your aborting God from your life 

Non-christian parties
now they manifest in our country 
protect the eight and democracy our freedom 

Any party that supports death as a way forward 
has lost my vote forever more 
and I am not alone in this opinion in protecting our eight 
to keep democracy safe and real 
not infiltrated by foreign demons 

Turning away from the commandments is a poor state of play 
twisting every good value and deed pretending to care 
offering choice a word that was given from above as a server 

Pro killers I call anyone 
who supports these doctor Shipphams 
every soul has the right to live 

Funny how good values has become the silent facts altered 
people are afraid to be real and voice the truth as having the highest value 

What kind of clown government calls a referendum 
to remove certain protections at the cost of over 25 million 
better they kept our country as is and house real problems 
Beginning with the homeless and show caring compassion 
rather than squander the money promoting sin 

True Irishmen and Women would turn in their graves
they each and every one would lay their life down for their children 
not murder them as this country needs to awaken 
freedom has been removed bit by bit 
this shedding blood is inhumane 
it's time we stand in numbers for God 
He is the chariot of our light


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018


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Human science

Let's start this issue with hard facts 
believe it or not the seed is now planted 
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest

It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride

Now lets count the cost of innocent lives 
through greed and human sacrifice 
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love

Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors 
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget 
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos 

The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before 
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power 

The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon 
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father

In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny 
striking down petition once and for all 
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly 

Into the end prayer could not save them 
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke 
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Sad truth Inside reality bites sincerity

No one lives in a democracy opening word lie 
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves 
unto a taxpaying system none the less true 

Graded by our salary in class distinction fact 
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance 
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks 

Hidden from view by corruption shady characters 
our role models to carry into the future light 
Power generates a hungry source unyielding 

That lusts with the endless need for more 
constantly envying others happiness 
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies 

They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells 
under high treason against the state and her children 
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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Biden my time

In a bubble
Of social interactions
Biden my time
Behind the gym
Until the trumpets  pout and fluff
Punching I lay them all on the floor

Sadly life is down to the seconds
No time for self reflections
We jump on the slightest of offenses
holding our heads high on those pretenses
Our rights always trump our duties
Old hens chatter, yes a total disaster

A new world is born
Where insults are golden
And reality is scorned
Yet many prefer to promote interactions
Where seriously, is quite the foulest of transactions
Society now rewards those with the loudest actions



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018


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Prurient Interests

Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health and regenerative safety,
which I thought was front and center
in our US Constitution
which I remember him swearing to protect
right before he reassured all of us
he is here to listen to everyone;
Republicans and Democrats and Libertarians and Greens,
and whatever other ecopolitical party affiliations
he might be able to discover
and learn from
on his new Presidential executive ordering journey
into twitterland.

Anyway,
the headline was about White House Rumblings
of an assault on the legalized and medicalized marijuana industry.

My first reaction
Why?
Why would a federal administration
that has just finished reassuring all fifty States
that where students poop and pee in school should,
by right, rest solely at the state level to regulate,
then,
almost in the next inordinate breath,
also send out this alarming message to all fifty States
that it has become a new federal health and regenerative,
integrative, long-term through short-term, safety assurance issue
that my kids should prefer the alcoholic beverage industry
over the THC industry.

I'm still wrapping my brain around how that could possibly be defended,
construed,
framed,
promoted,
marketed,
sold and also bought,
as a consistent reading of
"listening to everyone"
about their constitutionally protected federal rights
to health and regenerative safety,
to well-integrated,
resonant,
consistent,
sane public policy.

I believe it was a congressman,
and not a "prurient interest" judge,
who said he could not define ***********,
but he knew it when he saw it.

This Administration, to date,
has brought us not only our first twitteringly Naked Disintegrative President,
but now his fascist federalist tendencies
begin to look more like jacking off in public,
like pursuing his personal prurient exhibitionist fear-mongering agenda
instead of paying even lip service
to his true mandate,
the health and regenerative safety Original Intent
of not only the U.S. Constitution, 
but also the Bible he laid his right dominant hand on,
and the economic and political act of active listening
to a healthy-wealthy regenerative multicultural society
of humane citizenry
doing our best to follow our Golden Rule intentions
to at least do no alcoholic-buzzed harm,
cause no further dis-integrity,
and, whenever and wherever possible,
to follow a path of regenerative health,
happiness,
and multiculturing prosperity.

As for DT2 himself,
I suspect he would improve his governing outcomes
by easing off the alcohol
and investing more in some reefer madness,
preferably while among a large,
extended family, picnic,
a multiculturing,
multi-generational banquet.

But, DT2 aside,
this White House has already become the home of nakedly prurient interests,
rather than federal and state health and integrative safety policies
and procedures,
regenerative planning and design,
rather than degenerative reacting and assault and wall-building.

Prurient--marked by arousing
immoderate
unwholesome (unhealthy, unsafe, unredemptive, non-therapeutic)
investment in desire.

With pornographic performance,
we speak of a whole lot of immodest sexual desire,
but with the current Executive Branch of ecopolitically competitive,
rape and pillage, performance,
we speak of a whole lot of immodest fear and war-mongering desire.
The rampant raging desire
to play WinLose games
of naked competition for elitist supremacy
on a WinWin Constitutional and Biblical and planetary climate stage.

The key operative governance, administrative, executive skills,
word here is "unwholesome" v "wholesome."
Certainly we aren't intending to legislate what is
"marked by arousing, sometimes even immodestly so,
but still wholesome investments in regenerative desire."
Wholesome is about regenerative multiculturing natural evolutionary,
sacred nurturing revolutionary,
co-redemptive,
safe,
healthy choices,
even as these will inevitably lead, sometimes,
on our best days,
toward dopamine ecstasies.

This, to me,
and for my extending multi-generational,
multi-cultural family,
sounds more like a mandate to co-invest
in health and safety industries,
with or without THC,
rather than investing further in the prurient, vaguely alcoholic,
unwholesomeness of Nakedly Elitist AllWhite Houses.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017


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The Pied Piper from New York City - Part Two

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.” The Pied Piper hides his treachery by
Wrapping himself in the glory of the “Stars and Stripes.” Talk about
True shame! He should look in the mirror!  

The “Forgotten Man” who represents those who fell prey to the inflated
Promises and mindless propaganda of The Pied Piper, should not at all
Be surprised later when they suddenly discover—they’ve been “had,” 
That is,
Sadly, forgotten by their Pied Piper,
Replete with his famous Trademark Attributes: 
Thin-skin, 
Clay-feet, 
Twitter-thumbs and
A shrill-accusatory voice.

The Pied Piper, as new-style politician, is also mired in some other
key controversies with his family that are worth mentioning.

Since coming to Washington, DC and ascending to the White House
on January 20, 2017:

The Pied Piper and his family have viewed the nation’s capital and
the people’s house as,

“Luscious Juicy Plums—Ripe for the Picking!”

And, the Pied Piper’s various plans and actions since his ascension
to the presidency are certainly not done necessarily in favor of the
American people—if at all!

Characteristically, he enjoys playing to people’s “Fears,” rather
than taking the higher road that any good leader would do, by
appealing to the “Better Angels of Their Nature.” For sure, an 
Abraham Lincoln, he’s not, nor shall he ever be!    

Indeed, the Piped Piper has done some very naughty things,
among others, already to his credit and ignominy:

His poorly-conceived and implemented Muslim travel ban.

Playing “Chicken” with the U.S. Congress on the state and 
quality of American healthcare.

Using the White House as his own personal ATM machine.

Becoming the “Patron Saint of Nepotism” with the inclusion
of select family members on his staff. (What’s wrong with a
little nepotism, eh?)

Engulfed in multiple business conflicts of interest, both foreign
and domestic.

Revelations of potential collusion with Russia and Russian
surrogates to interfere with the 2016 presidential election.

Blatant violations of the Emoluments Clause of the U.S.
Constitution.

And he’s just now quashed executive branch protection of the 
DACA Dreamer Immigrant Program. 

All these very naughty things are: tragic, thoughtless, sad, stupid,
and grossly reprehensible!

With all this, I now rest my case!

Yet, I would like to encourage everyone to reflect for a
critical moment on “The Fragile Nature of Democracy.”
 
“Democracy,” itself, has been viewed and likened to:
“That Most Precious Fabergé Egg.”

We all must devoutly cherish this most precious Fabergé Egg
called “Democracy.”

And protect it always from the unscrupulous actions of the
Pied Pipers of the World!

For us to do otherwise—would be unforgivable! 

Need I say more?

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 7, 2017 (Political Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017


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Spiritual warfare begins

A sad state our government has become today 
in this awful news that just pushes the boat out further 

As our democracy for one protecting our children 
Why it is even under attack beats me up inside moral grounds 
this should not even be considered under the harshest circumstances 
because it's a humane act to love our little ones bless them with life 
not kill them shows savages craving suffering judgemental fools 

Tells me all that I need to know about corrupt politics 
under an non democratically elected leadership


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018


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Under The Influence

Honey,
why do alcohol-baptized Christians
develop addictions to oil-and-gas extractive economics?

I don't know, dear.
Perhaps the same reason that THC agnostics
sprout SierraClub cooperative political memberships?


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017


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Decade of bullets

Decade of Bullets

Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou
See a procession of young mothers chattering their way
From water fountains in grenade torn sandals
And blood laced bras 

Somalia, Somalia, Somalia
See the moon disappearing in a mass of gun smoke
Guns splitting the stars from the skin of night 

Rwanda, Rwanda, Rwanda
This is a wound from which the pus of grief flows freely
Meandering through rock masses into the valley that lost its freedom 

Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu
I hear a rush of footsteps of sorrow
Rugged peasants carrying their compounds to far away valleys of flowers


Copyright © Mbizo Chirasha | Year Posted 2017


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On The Edge

 On The Edge

He lays flat on the floor
on the edge of his mind's cliff.
Taking notes, he wonders
“Is this life worth living?”

He tries to remember,
tries to grasp onto happier times.
Flickers of light flutter beyond his reach.
They tease and torture him.
Figments wrapped in glittering paper.
History books filled with white heroic faces.
His brown skin people
depicted as savages on those pages!
He remembers the gold stars on school papers.
He remembers the smell of Elmer’s glue.
Later he’ll brown paper bag inhale those vapours. 
His way of trying to escape promises and temptation,
the tearing away of his foundation.
There remains bits of himself,
imbedded in all that frustration.
All things geometrically angled away from him,
forced him to lose himself in their sin.
To survive he had let them reshape him like tin.
Red man, tin man, not knowing where to begin.
No one was present to help him,
no friends or Kin.
The tethers to his ancestors,
strong although they’re gossamer thin.
 
He feels the coolness of the terracotta tile
pressing against his forehead.
Soothing him,
studying him,
absorbing his fever.
Voices promising relief,
whispering to him,
"Let your blood accentuate my redness,
I will protect your bones.”

Light flows through stained glass.
Christ's brilliant blue eyes pierce his sadness.
Reassuring him,
There will be more days,
brighter days. 
“I am the way”
Warmth not clay,
Sadness shall be left to yesterday,
the floor will not be fed today.
Instead the floor is washed with his salty tears.
The edge vanishes.
Was he ever meant to be here?
One moment graciously turns to years.
He sits in a pew looking up away from himself.
It now all seems so clear,
He is released from fear.
What was taken he can’t find here.

So he gets up,
walks across the floor,
walks out the silent door.
Deciding once and for all,
he doesn't need or want,
this horrid place any more!

His heart is healed,
God goes where he goes.
The seed of suffering they planted,
no longer grows.
What he remembers sets him free,
he will not be lost to conformity!
He chooses a life of joy not misery.
Those in the church don’t know his history.
So how can they teach him who he needs to be?



Dedicated to native children abused in church and residential schools. 
Their culture was systematically stripped away. in some cases much worse things happened behind what should have been hallowed walls. 

In writing this I questioned if this piece was honoring to Native people. As I thought about this, I realized that this piece speaks to their resilience as a people. Despite what was done to them they have found a way to hold onto their culture, traditions, art and language. We have much that we can learn from them. I pray that healing comes from a place deep within their indomitable spirits.

By: Richard J. Lamoureux
www.wisedummypoet.com


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018


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Goddess of the Teddybear

Eriu Queen of our green land 
enveloped within your Emerald eyes 
Shining one lantern within a flaming torch 

Spirit burning with fire escapes through the oceans whisper 
Ruling sovereign turning over your earth lays foundations stone
breath of centuries gone bye building blocks 

From the land of abundance we are your sons and daughters so to speak 
your Reverence long live the republic of Eire under the gold harp and green 
The true flag when our nation once knew freedom


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Pain into poetry

I often find myself reminiscent of 
a time I've never known.
immersed in memories that 
i've never lived.
my mind won't stop 
plaguing me. 
 
I dream of wars, bullets, bombs and shells 
I can smell the crisp, innocent blood from the ongoing massacre 
I can hear the Aleppians cry 
I can imagine the centuries of history on the crease of their hands 
I don't know their names, but their eyes once glistened-  
 
Ah, the beauty of Khalpe  
 
I can't stop crying 
I have forgotten how to breathe 
 
I wonder if the people of Aleppo  
have accepted what is happening. 
What is the difference between  
revolution and war? 
and why won't it end? 
 
I don't know what the Middle East looks like but I  
imagine it smells of blood and prolonged terror 
 
Cities that once smelled of jasmine  
now reek of 
fear and famine 
 
I am sorry for the horrors. 
I am sorry for turning your pain into poetry. 


Copyright © Anais Sarah Aiache | Year Posted 2017


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Sheep

                             Every four to eight years , 
                               they all bark change..
                                   But all I see ,
                     is the Oval Office chairs rearranged..

                          Reform seems to be a word, 
                            they speak in their sleep.
                              And all we are to do,
                               is follow as sheep.. 

                               A campaign of lies,
                                will win your vote.
                                now he's elected, 
                             and you are the goat..

                             For the middle class,
                             it will be easy street.
                             A road paved in gold,
                        for only one percent to reap..

                          If you really want a voice,
                               I do have a plan.
                          Give all the house seats, 
                            to the working man..

                               A life time job,
                        this was not meant to be.
                      Why should rich people know,
                            what is best for me ..


Copyright © Glen Schwartz | Year Posted 2017


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Red light

Who are you?
If I had the time,
I'd find out,
But the light turns green
And faces streak by 
So fast.
And when the light is red,
I make sure the doors 
Are locked and the Windows 
Are raised.
Who are you?
Don't worry,I'll try
Not to stare,and sorry
Not a dime to spare.


Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2017


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The Little Children are Crying

The Little Children are Crying
 
Of recent sad occurrence—
At the southern border of the USA
In prescribed DHS detention centers,
Little refugee children are crying
For their mothers and fathers—
From whom they had been cruelly taken
And caged like mere animals,
Full of tears, fears, and horrifying sadness
All at the capricious and unchristian whim
And quoted-biblical-certitude of the
Pied Piper’s chief law enforcement officer,
The U.S. Attorney General,
Known by his Pied Piper-given moniker as
“Mr. Magoo.”

Mr. Magoo’s wondrous quote from
The Holy Bible
Unfortunately—
Is the same one historically cited
In previous years 
As a vaunted justification for
“Slavery in America.”

Maybe Mr. Magoo will be awarded
With a seat one day on the
U.S. Supreme Court—eh??
For his vast juridical knowledge and prowess,
And command of the Holy Bible—eh??
Anything is possible in the realm of
The Pied Piper. 

And all the while during this time—
The little children are still crying
And remain caged on the 
Southern border,
And separated from their parents,
As the Pied Piper
And his merry-prankster advisers
Continue their pathetically-fine
Tuned and crafted
Rhetoric of ranting and raving
About helpless people in their time of greatest need
Who wish to seek asylum in the United States.

Yes, unfortunately we’ve all been here before.
The Pied Piper and his Gang
Thrive religiously on playing the “Blame Game,”
That is, blaming others for these immigration policies,
Whilst continuously lying and denying,
And distorting the facts to suit their ultimate goals and aims.

This is all very sad to see and to write about.
It really is.

And it’s also quite disgusting and very un-American
To see little children and older children
Ripped from the very arms of their mothers and fathers.

Where is the compassion, mercy, and sympathy?? 

We as a people are better than this—
Or at least we should be!!

The whole world is watching.
Will we continue to be a vibrant democracy—
Or shall we welcome in a new reign of illiberal democracy??

Regardless, the little children are crying
And remained caged along with older children
While being separated from their parents.

And during this whole time . . . 
Lady Liberty in New York Harbor
Cries for these children and the others too,
While bowing her head in shame!!

We can and must do better than this!!

God Bless the United States of America.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 19, 2018 (Political Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2018