Best Politicalchildren Poems
A name became famous and so did attention it brought to a race,
A quotable slogan was formed speaking of political changes at haste.
From opposing sides as running mates they developed a relationship speaking of
bipartnership.
Sending our Nations currency to foreign lands,
Take a moment off the Hill, look in your back yard to see our empty hands.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
Shipping off our sisters and brothers to the battle fields,
Where fearlessly they fight and sadly some are killed,
They pray and wait to come home...come on now just sign a new Bill.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
Here is an idea! Give more of our taxpayer dollars to the trouble banks; they make no
mistakes,
While thousands of Americans lose homes, cars, jobs, and watch their life savings sank.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
The parties, the parades, the chicken, lobster, and veal,
The Senate, The Congress, The White House, and the Capital on the Hill,
The time has come to strengthen a nation of humankind on our own playing field.
From the view of the common man, it is ‘We The People’ that should be kept in mind,
Every time approval is given to spend another dime.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
@ Tunisia Torres
3/17/2009
*** First and foremost, I had to edit this piece a bit because of the profanity in the
original version (however, I will follow the rules) This piece was based on several
images of children that were shot because of the Israel-Palestinian conflict in the middle
east. i do not mean to offend anyone with my work, and if so, I do apologize. I would
link the pictures, but I see that's against the rules too. I hope you all enjoy!
Bullet's ricochet through babies flesh
Blood splattered his age on the pavement
Tattooed the mother's hands with the assassin's name
Silent cries echoed through Jerusalem
As his bones shattered to feces
Chest burns as the last breath of innocence is inhaled
Dusting his ashes through the hills of Bethlehem
Through the mist of the familiar laughter coming from the militant vocals
Church bells ring and prayers are enchanted
Because another infant's longevity to life has failed
Killing these children one by one
Has become a heroin addiction to the Zionist system
Shooting needles injected with bullet wounds and missiles
Gunshots travel through the pulmonary chamber
Leaving these children to numbness, blind visions and darkness
One way tickets to Heaven
Where his fellow brothers and sisters greet him at the gate
"Welcome to freedom" is inscribed on his name plate
He asked God why his time approached so soon
And silence lingered it's way through the clouds
Before he heard an angel speak aloud
"Medical physicians couldn't save you because it was a second too late"
And the clouds begun to shed rain storms
Angels and children crying, hand in hand
While humming warm scriptures from the Qu'ran
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The reality of this is simple,
A different young "terrorist" gunned to their casket
Satisfied the militants statistics
Now their count is one closer to a million...
She opened the door
He opened the door
And smelled the turkey
And smelled the waste
Her heart grew warm
His blood ran cold
As they looked around.
The garlands were up
The walls were stark
In rows upon rows
The cots were in rows
The tree was all lit
Their eyes were dark
It was Christmas day.
The children were laughing
The children were silent
Hands trembling with pleasure
Bodies rocking in sorrow
Toys unwrapped and cuddled
Baby girls rejected
All made in China.
We are the children of the rim
Where white gulls over blue Atlantic sing
Interruptions that memories skim
Across the face of altered maps for wing
One feather to lift us again, high
Empire in shambles in the callous flow
Of sands. We demand without lie
A stake in this economy that you grow
On our backs shackled and coffleless
Marginalized 'fore a muted witness
It is time for restitution
It is time for moral ablution
And we, children of the rim
This is our international hymn.
So we come to this table
Fully disagreable
With the with status quo and flow
Of global garbling and slow
Melt down of our life
Across the spiring babel of all strife.
We are the children of the rim
It is your turn to meet us now
Against your propspects and dim
Sunset that cannot know
This consideration colonizes our negotiation
And is your last hope to learn redemption.
You use your money to control the game
Set the conditions for ruin and shame
Taunting my children with the ball
Teaching them nothing at all
About the indigenous made peoples
Made extinct, their noble cultures gone
And all you saved from it was a ball
And you get to be fairy godmother
And we your cinderella
Chickens roosting by your clock
Ticking me off
With your misinformations school
Prisoning
The mind of children who think they gain
Sacrificing scholarship for the vanity
Of wealth
You take back with phony lawsuits
Or the price of health
Beyond the treasures of all wealth
Is you the fixer, controller, gambler
On my game.
One day when I come to the rim again
Behold not bat, nor slinky moves
But fire cleansing the forest of memory
Fire burning the debris of history
Prisons crumbling like a post mortem to ugly
May children longing and learning
The fire's anatomy ... dissecting the game's dead physiology
The wind winging through the net of rainbows
The terrestrial ball ... free at last.