Best Politicalme Poems
My father's abeng blew up my mother's womb
And I was chained there
Nine months in darkness drinking blood
Longing for my resurrection from the tomb
Longing to break the chains
Holding me before my birth to a carnal earth
Longing to stop him pounding
Pounding on the door of my bereft eternity
I carrying the weight of him already
The weight of them against the gravity
Of my life. My wings folded
Longing wield sword edge of flight against the sun
I burdened to undo what already is done
Have no finality here.
Look at me like an eagle flying in the sun
Blood dripping from my talons when the flight is done
O let me cleanse the world again
In the red flood that alters pain.
One day I was born screaming for a cause
I could not take kindly to tradition
Slapping black and blue a baby's **** ... laws
Must have been broken to beat the innocent
Unless it is a crime to come into this earth
To carry so much legacy
From maroon history to Jesus Christ, blacklisted
Like my my forebears: Shaka
Father of my grandfather's mother,
My other grandfather, Accompong warrior
Slain between the stones of Holland Estate and Mountain
Bridging the way for fleeing slaves
I come Cudjo less, Nanny less, merciless
Carrying on the war of generations
Calling no more for repatriation but reparation
Of human rights, human dignity, and racial sovereignty
Where Africa may find again its concord
Without false treaty and flimsy accord
Raping the Congo of natural resources and life
I come, the bushing through guinea grass
Tumbling kingdoms with wisdom and knife.
For this I was born, beaten at birth
Given resurrection from the night of earth.
My father sought to be civilize
Recite poems of Britannia's might and lies
And I, I was singing with the night
Reading a long history of pain to make write
Of my own proclamations, to declare
I shall not bend my knees, nor walk in fear
Where death measure us in dust
And vampires and conquistadores lust
For El Dorado buried in my disgust.
I am a man, and I will make my monument of truth
Upon the gravestone of the brute.
The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds
With the grey mist that rises
From the creeks and gently rolling hills
I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised
Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out
So how can we learn from this
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action
Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body
Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day
Give me Liberty or give me death
Patrick Henry said once out of breath
He is my ancestor on the family tree
I live in America, land of the free.
I taste his words on my lips
Love to have sailed on his ships
He spoke from his heart lovingly
I live in America, land of the free.
With my connection to his soul
I wonder how it affects my world
Do i get my strength from he?
I live in America, land of the free
They're splashed across the tube again
To me they're nothing but a pain!
Promising me great health care
And luxuries beyond compare
An end to crime and unemployment
Massive wealth and much enjoyment
Republican or Democrat
They all just make their wallets fat!
I don't believe a word they say
They're all con artists anyway!
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part IV
I have gone gnats!
My residual blood is boiling and bubbling
Whole frame sweltering and shuddering
Discolored rage – lend me some wrath
Should I or should I not,
Read her the riot act?
Does she know me any well –
A P.S now; been senator
Been governor, been chief, been prompt
In every cabinet
A minister here, a commissioner there
A chairman here, a spokesman there
A director here, Acting vice president
Do you know the cost of my person?
To accost fester and feast!
Madam Ambassador, speak for your people
The swarm is listening, whiz
That’s the envoy’s mark, man
Unswerving agenda, schemata
Trade, communiqué, summit, matrimony, prospects
Bilateral rep, the diplomatic proxy
Speak for them, gnat
State your mission, miss.
I live in the city, illegal they are,
4 chickens, laying eggs, for me
Bock Bock,
She is red and the top chicken,
she loves for me to tickle her
under her wings, the chills and shakes,
She is brave and asks me for love,
Moo Moo
She is red, and next in line,
just copies Bock Bock, envies,
following her to find out how to be,
Jeep Jeep
She is white, third in line,
asks for me to love her,
when the reds arent around,
cant decide if she is red or white,
Meep Meep
She never asks for love,
but i hear her longing,
She is a loner, never following
the most motherly, wanting chics,
She likes cooked garlic, isnt that wierd,
she watches the cats and alarms the rest,
loves to scratch deep and get dirty,
If i could give her a paintbrush she would be the artist,
They say chickens are competitive, and prideful
hence the term: pecking orders,
i have found with enough love, and space,
this is untrue, no fighting, no competition,
Just different, huddling together on cold nights,
chasing each other for fun, sharing the treats i toss,
I think humans are not much different.
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The people are afraid of the change they see coming,
It is like the mask has been removed and the site is quite numbing.
The way I was taught was that the elected official was to be the voice of the masses,
But the ones we have elected now seem to be more like jackasses.
They seem to be determined to bury us all,
Bury us all with so much debt that it will be our downfall.
How can they give away money they didn’t have in the first place?
Personally I think they are only there for themselves and they’d cut off their own nose
just to spite their face.
The decisions they make are appalling and they say they are for our own good,
Why are they changing things we’ve lived with for over two hundred years, maybe I just
misunderstood.
Could be I’m just too old and don’t want to change,
Cause I will never accept things I know to be deranged.
I was taught never to let someone force stuff on me that I know is wrong,
And to me if it is not in the Bible it just doesn’t belong.
Someday we will all stand in judgment of the things that we do,
And I hope I have a front row seat when these politicians get everything they’ve got due
Constantly criticized
The world is misinformed...
Let me tell you all about
what must be known.
A young boy, I was fearful
Confused by what I was,
by communication
Yet gifted with a talent
To observe
To see
To interpret...
Though I never thought much of it,
I kept it in mind.
A dull life, still confused.
I simply refused
to touch the taboos I'd been taught
A seemingly meaningless life,
though I felt something big coming on...
Then-
Finally.
I breathed it in
It took me high
Oh so high
Oh so very high
With time I learned
What I could do...
Oh the possibilities!
Thinking to myself, "what a dull life...so far."
Truth?
Truth....
Truth be told,
what i discovered was
the substance of exaggeration;
the highlighter of life.
With this in mind,
find moderation.
Teach not that one will fall victim
Teach not that consistency is wise
Moderation.
Everyone should have the right to satisfy
the occasional hunger for an exaggerated satisfaction.
Harm...what harm?
An anti-weapon, impossible to kill with.
With an emphasis on relaxation, satisfaction, and enlightenment.
I find it sad that the
higher authorities misinform us.
Misinformation has gotten us nowhere.
So thank you congress,
Thank you FCC,
for keeping out of the general public
an experience we as humans have a right to.
Much like I was,
you are afraid.
Be not fearful of a more
peaceful and satisfying world,
rather, be ready for it.
We have had enough, and are rising.
Be not afraid, however.
We are merely saving you from yourselves.
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If you wants me point of view
this will have to do
It just what I see
to Obama I make this statement
while you clean the pavement
just a note from me
I don't know why
I didn't like ether guy
so I didn't vote you see
to a party I'm not dependent
I've always been Independent
free thinker I be
so senserly Obama
I didn't dis your mama
thats not who I be
and I didn't think it cool
when they talk of gene pool
you are a man to me
they called you a terroris
I thought it hilarious
you? na I can't see
I've known in my heart
I see you play the part
American is who you be
I know you know what's up
but sometimes you realy mess up
no one is perfect you see
they put money on the pedistal
when you talk of medical
for heath care for me
but our country is getting pour
so I know we can't a 4
I never have you see
I realy got depressed
when I had no business left
no bail out for me!
I don't mean to knock it
but without money in my pocket
I really wasn't happy
I don't have a chance
so with my empty pants
pour I guess I'll be
do what you can
or I vote republican
no tie's for me
so when other's lie
just show me you try
do it where I can see
and nothing will compair
if you show me you care
and there'll be a vote from me!
by Capt. Mike
Shall I be silent while around me roars
Agony older than the night's darkness
Where wrath against innocency pours
Hunted only for God's milk of blackness
Listen to the baying fox, untethered hate
From primal jaws foaming: the hot chase
To villify, demonize, denounce, denigrate
And eradicate the ***** from honor's place
Shall be silent against this new madness
This churning xenophobic pyre of acid lies
This new Titanic of wasp loving happiness
Unclouding the old Babel at brim of skies?
Give me neither heart nor tongue if I stay
And quiver before the garrot of my race
Give me neither space nor legs to run away
From the incense in my blood for this place
I shall not let them lynch her alone, I will
Not allow their ancient demon to rise alone
And make new hells for us while I am still
The panther that dusky nights here enthrone.
The lynching ends and no boot licking clan
Or President will make the victim guilty feel
No apologies restore life to a quartered man
We are the intent of the new xenophobic zeal.
Remember her then, remember Shirley Sherrod
Remember her, my mother's daughter, my blood
For though your scorn leaps like lightning's rod
Be careful of the water, but wary of the flood.
I shall not be silent, nor shall I groan in pain
And tumble with the clanking chain. Mark this
My numbers now, and think fore you dare disdain
Our reasonable right to be and to co-exist.
I'm back
with an attack
on mankind
a civil act
an act of kindness
a greeting
or cheating
on death itself
my heart- stoped beating
for ever in seeing
I can't break in
I won't break out
got nothing to live for
but nothing to doubt
life itself took a piss on me
individuality
nothing now
can take me down
'cause I'm on the bottom
of this living drought
If there is anything- I can explain
is I will never back down
and come out of my sane
so break me down- break me out
you can't win over me
ONLY BEAT ME DOWN!
DON’T PUSH BUSH
Every ghost knows I am not that strong
Only faces on green know that I am usually wrong
Every predecessor knows that I am too weak
And yet everyone listens whenever I speak
No one knows how I feel when I awake
As if every bone in my body yearns to simultaneously break
The days hurt my body, the night hurts my mind
Because if the truth be known it’s the blind leading the blind
I see millions of faces who depend on me and what I do
While Mrs. Jones weeps at her table as does Mr. Jones too
Junior Jones fought, he bled, and too many others are dead
While states are separated so some are blue and some are red
They hold sticks in front of me that send my voice across the sea
They hold press conferences, press releases but the pressures are just for me
Atlas has a lot in common with the weight which we both share
And the news media is all over me even when I cut my hair
Millions are called upon to serve their country well
What they don’t know is I’m damned and this is worse than going to Hell
For lies are my agenda with red flags which no one ever sees
And it’s a heavy load to know that lives are the cost of my decrees
I stare out a window to see a homeless elderly widow
While every day takes whit but only produces withering woe
The planes, the helicopters and the bombs they tote along
And as I said no one knows the fact that I am not that strong
So these are the facts which we’ve established thus far
Some want all out war while some only want to spar
I cry and lie, cheat and betray every single resident
And that’s why I should never have been elected president
© 2011.….Poefree
From: The office of Spritual Advisor
Re: God And Country
The 600 pound gorilla in the room
has a name and is coming real soon
They can jive and pussyfoot around
but most folks know He's coming to town
Everything He said is now coming true
at least to soldiers like me and you
They cant hear those four horsemen running
everything they bring has already come in
Can we send those four horsemen back?
Yes sir mister, that's a fact!
The 600 pound gorilla's still in the room
I think He's waiting for an answer from you
Now this aint easy
for some it's too hard
We know about the gorilla
we just can't call him lord
What do you do when you
have a problem like this
One simple answer
you put Him to the test
To put you in office we stood in lines very long
Don't make a mistake and let our country go wrong
From Washington to Bush the message is still faith
so don't give up on God's unfailing grace
The beginning of that faith may be hard
but it will start with these words
"So help me God."
Evil shadows us in dark clouds.
Silence can often seem so loud.
They say, "When it rains it pours."
Hatred so intense feeding this spiritual war.
Death places shackles on us to become human slaves.
Cemeteries constantly filling up graves.
Nightmares cause me to toss and turn in my bed.
You can not save the spiritually dead.
Evil feeds off this worlds insanity and poverty.
The pain remains religiously.
Such a horrible place we live in.
Spending taxes on wars we can't win.
I can hear the screams in the night from fighting men.
Why does this country make other's problems our own?
When it only brings disappointments and turmoil into our home.
All we see is the result of blood shed.
Our government is spiritually dead.
Evil has a smiling face with racist eyes.
Words that leave a bitter taste, and those living a lie.
You claim you're my friend, but I see the devil in your grin.
The malice has been in the hearts of men since time began.
Darkness eats away at my soul like the plague,
Stops my heart, corrupts the thoughts in my head,
Leaving me spiritually dead.
You stopped me on my way to the well,
said you had something to me to tell.
Something new so I listened to you
Until your words started to ring untrue.
You spoke of those anti- and non- folds
god, even before Colbert those arguments were old.
I came to see it your way
that of course the weightier hold sway
Can it change? I wondered I thought
But of course by then you had been bought.
Small me could see
the world shrinking to make more size for thee.
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