Best Politicalworld Poems
The world is not my maker.
The logic it decrees.
When I can’t see the burning forest
For the flaming trees.
I long to fix its problems,
In this my desperate plea:
The rich don’t care for those who live
In crushing poverty.
I long to lose this baggage,
That hangs beneath my eyes.
It threatens to corrupt my faith
Through those whom I despise.
The world is not my oyster,
If only this I knew.
I’m just some guy who writes his poems;
There’s nothing I can do.
Let’s look at our wars, rebellions,
riots and disturbances
which have been burning our world up till now.
Baghdad, Jerusalem, Gaza, West Bank, Mindanao,
Ambon, Aceh and many other places in the world
have been burnt out.
So much blood has shed
Too many lives have lost in vain
What have we really been looking for?
What have we really been showing off?
Looking for an honor?
Keeping world peace?
Reaching a glory?
Winning a victory?
Showing off patriotism, nationalism?
Striving for jihad or the spirit of religion?
No. Absolutely not
We have not been doing anything of the sorts
but for our own sake only,
that is to satisfy our evil passions.
We have, of course, found nothing except
bigger and bigger hatred which spread
all around the world
We have exactly showed off nothing except
our greed to own what other people own.
Let’s look at again and again
the crashes our doings have resulted,
the chaos our actions have caused.
People, children and women who are innocent
have been killed by our bullets, missiles and bombs
Let’s ask our inner heart some questions:
Is that in a fair way to reach our world peace?
Is that in a fair way to unite our mankind?
Is that also in a fair way to affirm our humanity?
We all certainly will answer at once :
No. Absolutely not
(But of course
who is the man will plead himself his insanity …
None!
We are all in fact though.
(It is exactly we all who have become insane.)
Your patriotism leaves meat for the dogs,
Your religious hope has left a carcass for the road.
Pay your country with patriotism,
“Johnny grab your gun! ”
Now the world has a hero,
Rotting dead by the millions.
Defend the righteous from the infidels,
Grab your guns and rack lead straight through the flesh.
Now the world is safe for your Christ,
Now we can worship Allah in peace.
You did your religious duty,
You did your patriotic crap,
You slashed your way to power,
And left behind miles of bodies to rot and sour.
Look at the hero,
He murders for fame.
The religious senselessly bought his gain,
Though genocide was they’re game.
But it’s ok,
God ordered the blood to drain,
It takes the guilt away
Just to know that democracy is safe for gain.
A rotting carcass is a small price to pay,
Now the patriots can have they’re fame.
“Johnny grab your gun,
Become a hero and have some fun.”
A shell explodes, and his body scatters and runs,
But all that matters is that Johnny got his gun.
Form:
Let freedom rain like the drops from the sky
Let freedom reign it was said but to me it’s a lie
What does it mean to be free?
In this world free is of an idea
Not reality so in all actuality how can freedom reign
Free: not enslaved or held captive
Enjoying personal rights and liberty
But the truth is that I pay for the air
That I breathe I literally live for a fee
In a world where potent politicians
Navigate words persuasively
Covering up the corrupt
Just to keep it away from me, away from we
See they give us no choices
This comes with no explanations
And they can curve any path they want
With no direct destination
Yet still in a world where every boy & girl
Wants to be an entertainer or famous an actor or actress
And supposedly this is the land of the free
But yet I’m caged paying taxes
And I see the white collar worker trapped in his castle
Mugging us and bugs to us as if we are a hassle
So he digs in my pocket trying to profit
And it’s illegal to stop it so I just sit what a look that is baffled
It’s like their robbing us blind
But we clearly can see it
Because we see between the lines
But between the lines we don’t read it
So that means they keep feeding
The land of the free where gas a gallon is a dollar plus three
The land of the free where candidates are uttering trust me
But there must be a way for a change
But until that day just “LET FREEDOM REIGN”
(07/21/11)
They asked: who do we turn to
When the politicians no longer care?
And the word change is flying in the air.
Every country, every island, every nation
Is feeling this devastation.
Only 10% of the world-are well to do
But they’ve forgotten about me and you.
90% of the world population
Are the only ones who care
But the other 10% their power and wealth
They do not want to share.
No one wants their countries torn apart
They love it - soul and heart.
They are tired of being the victims
In this unjust world, and it affects
Every person- down to our boys and girls.
We know the politicians can not
help every one in distress
But stop lining your pockets
Give it a rest.
All the public wants is a fair share
Give them that - show them you care.
If the public was to stop buying
For a day or a week
The ripple affect would reach its peak.
Unfortunately this will affect the small people
Who are trying to earn a living.
They know this, and that’s the reason
They’re not giving.
What is the solution to this world crisis
I can not say- but billions of minds
working together - they can find a way.
Cup does runneth
over, rhyme inside'a
me at last, was
barren and so
empty til inside
there drops a
splash,
of rich poetic
potions mixed with
collard greens and
hash, let's picture
hours after the
economy has
crashed.
The whole world
saw it coming on
our back;
impending doom,
so don't believe the
newsroom talk of
how it's ending
soon,
it's not just pipin hot
it's burnin 3 degrees
from noon, but won't
be real until you
hear this nation
sing the blues.
We'd lose the
government's
assistance, it would
be no joke, the
unemployment,
welfare food stamps
gone, there'd be no
hope,
come slice this
mental Wonder
bread then sit and
eat a loaf, there
wouldn't be much
growth around at all
to feed the folks.
The homeless
though do lay their
heads by where I
catch the train, the
richest country in
the world can't help
them, that's a
shame,
but multiply the
handful by the
millions that'll hang,
their heads in
shame with no
economy, yo that's
the game.
The President's
approval ratings
dwell where cellars
be, the days
of 'meat for dinner'
gone, no sales on
celery,
and that's for those
of us who're
blessed with God's
defining truth, or go
out like the 30s
where we'd stand in
line for soup.
A real life 'Book Of
Eli', ain't no gas to
run the cars, your
feet would beat
retreats in cold and
heat to run you far,
in fact if the
economy did end
up true deceased, I
guarantee you'd find
those selling kids
for food to eat.
The loss of all
morality heats up
like yellow sand, to
witness inhumanity
defeat your fellow
man,
brutality and
savag'ry would grip
this very land, to
have the cleanest
water or a bit of
DairyLand.
It then would turn to
war amidst the
races and the
creeds, Apollo died
while boxing, folks
like that are safe
and free,
majority's priority,
minorities would fall, they'd
light us up Paul Mall
in other words they'd bomb
us all.
Scenarios are
worse case but I'm
not that wrong at
all, so fellas stuffing
dollars in the
thongest of the
draws,
and ladies who just
live to go and ball
out at the mall,
enjoy it, stand up
tall and pray to God
it all don't fall.
The human experience fulfilling sensation,
our environment is our creation,
not ours originally,but ours to maintain,
natural system,needs are sustained...
Everybody has a bell that rings
cellular vibration,in song it sings,
a siren song enchanting desire
a high which takes you higher and higher...
The world is full of it's rising stars
untapped potential which takes them far,
it also has it's falling stars too,
a world of fools,a world of ruin...
A new portal behind every door
a gambit of play being explored
every encounter a game of chance,but,
what do you bear,the cross or the lance ?
The relic spear a source of power
Imperial thrones built up their towers
from Constantine to Charlemagne,
the Byzantine to the Lorraine...
All just sequels of transformation
preceding was laid their emulation
enacted improvements instituted
system of governing constituted...
All in hope to outlast the past,
relay race,a passing of the staff,
still only bond by popular opinion
confounded by those noxious minions...
The eastern hemisphere full of rage
they crossed the Atlantic to disengage,
but,in their scope,they brought disease,
methodology which didn't appease...
The red west never got a true chance
as invaders stormed behind their lance,
Montezuma welcomed with open arms,
soldiers of fortune brought firearms...
Indigenous people filled their plantation
others were chained to fulfill fruition,
Noble's became Don's,others slavemaster,
chain of events was still a disaster....
From fuedalisms fortune of birth
circumstance directed self-worth
peasantry suffered tilling the soil
while others got fat from plundered spoils...
After truly listening to all the discussions decided to delete even the world weary darker side,
return to meditation and to listen, to listen. For it seems too often in this world the very best are the darker side's victims. Though I cannot say the greed and lack of empathy I see and hear do not create concern. And there is so much work to do to protect the sick, the weak and the very air we breath. That dark side born of fear and frustration is meant to give us warning. Perhaps what must be done to acknowledge the darker side is to teach and learn, teach and learn.
In sadness
“That dream only needs a speech to bring about the change the world has been waiting for,
never be speechless no matter what; you have something to say...”
Felix Joseph.o
SPEECHLESS!
A feeling contends to conquer me
Perhaps, I wanting to defeat it
Indeed, my irritability of the obvious
My contest to make it plain, baffles me
My best try,
Fry me to cry
Helpless my mouth
It cries echoes is speechless
When truth mutates to odium
Falsehood applauded as in a stadium
Avalanche of wrongs
Beaten into a compendium
Corruption celebrated in ovation
Justice, yet foreign in a nation
In reckless abandon,
The games rule is impunity
Flaunting absurd rights as immunity
Shame like a name
Honored as fame
Speaking the more
They have colonized the peak
Your audio, print and visual ranting
Concludes you an ant
A pens ink, as tears
Their brick hearts, quickly ignores
What then unlocks their hearts mystery?
Power emitting from the army’s canon?
Perhaps, the pens might
May cause a rethink
Yes a reflection amidst the stink
Confronts all loudly
Speechless is the act of the feel
Yet, still I dare to make a speech
A speech for my compatriots
A speech desiring a change
Yes! A speech to propel the speechless
Am speechless, yet not lacking in speech
Speechless is all it makes me feel
A speech can break the chains
Being speechless is not a gain
It germinates pain, like rain
Speak and rule the peak
Roar to unseat the freak
Shout and alarm the weak
Sing a tune, their hearts will break
Cry, your tears may cajole compassion
Yes! A speech ushers the change
The villains abhor a change
Truly, a speech moulds them speechless
A speech a world desire
Lacking in speak, all backfire
yet a speech will save the day?
Why speechless?
Just a speech of change will unveil the dream
yes! A dream for real change.
Author: Felix Joseph Osaeghemede
Chumfin4poem@yahoo.com ;+2348037825027.
Written:1-05pm-1-25pm: 10th-06-2008.
Form:
(07/09/11)
The world is changing and so are we
We are reaching the stage of poverty
Times are harder and prices are climbing
But our wallets are really declining.
How do you tell a politician who has
Money in the bank that we’re on the
Road to bankruptcy, when beyond
Their nose they can not see.
How do you get out of the coffin
That they have made, when your
put inside a grave.
How do you open up that coffin door
When fresh air you can’t breathe any more.
When that latch is closed so tight
And you try to open it with all your might.
This my friend is an ugly sight.
People all over the world are asking for change
And the politicians are the ones to blame.
They think of them selves and the almighty dollar
While the public screams and hollers.
Some times I wonder if going back
To the times of bartering
Is the key- to get out of poverty.
I have what you want and you
Have what I need, and no
Middle man in between.
You make clothing and I make shoes
Let’s just exchange and no one will lose.
There has to be an end in sight
We are tired of this constant fight.
We must open up their eyes
For to our needs they are blind.
Let them live in the slums of any
State that they choose, then they
Will see how much they lose.
Give them that challenge and you will see
They can not live in poverty.
Not one of them will reverse that role
Because it’s too hard and much to cold.
From the heart of their country to a new world they did sail
Over an expanse of ocean through storms and gales
They settled in New Amsterdam, this Dutch colonial place
To create a new world in their progressional space
Many years later after conflicts took their toll
New York was born, under British control
The gate to this city is passed by a lady so proud
A gift from the French, freedoms torch raised to her clouds
The Big Apple, this city in the year 2001
Where infidels and cowards tried to bring this gem down
But deep from their depths from the loss of their Twin Towers
Feel its heart and strength, its unity powers
They all seek our votes and promise change when they are elected,
And to correct the follies of their predecessors, but just as we expected,
Once they attain that exulted office and the trappings they deem are due,
They feel they have to govern the world and not the likes of me and you!
They traipse about this troubled orb seeking fame and adulation,
Forgetting that their first responsibility is that of caring for this nation!
They're generous with our money - never mind that we need the money here,
To care for our homeless, jobless and hungry who need that help so dear!
They involve us in senseless wars, sapping our precious blood and treasure!
Alas, orphans and widows are left to wonder why - so sad by any measure.
They strive to solve the problems and get involved in other nations' affairs,
Wouldn't it be swell if they stayed at home and attended to our cares!
Some seem concerned about redefining and protecting borders of other nations.
Gee, wouldn't it be novel to protect our country's borders from illegal violations!
Some seem more concerned about protecting terrorists' constitutional rights!
Never mind that they killed many innocent folks with those horrendous flights!
Seems to me that Presidents have enough to worry about here at home,
Rather than trying to solve other nations' plights as about the world they roam!
They'd find enough to keep them busy here if they'd take the time to look.
I'd like a President who'd govern this nation in accordance with the oath he took!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Do you see the dark clouds coming, a menacing in the air
Do you hear the voices of many saying who shall hear
Do you feel your own heart beating erratically and loud
For we know what is ahead of us will soon twill bring us down.
Oh Babylon, Oh Babylon, your destruction must repeat,
History upon history it must complete
Time is shortening, that time again is so near
The trumpet is blowing in our ears
We’ve been watching, We’ve been hearing
Many decades now gone by
Like sheep to the slaughter
No one to turn the tide
We’ve been talking with no avail
The world enmeshed in our sorrow, connected we have become
Money’s hemorrhaging, greed’s belaboring
Strangers from a estrange places to bail us out
With these uncertain alignments
Indebted we’ve become
Powers exchanging, soon retreating
No longer number one
Once a great country free yes and brave
The glory days are over now for times have changed
Is there an answer we have yet come upon?
To halt this spinning wheel
In our desperation what answer will we take?
We’ve been primed we’ve been prepared
New World Order is becoming our fare?
Time will tell just watch and see.
So keep watching and keep praying
Some things must surely come to pass
Remember, our only hope is in Him who forever will last.
The day will come soon
As our safety ceases to exist
Mans determination
In his killing persists
Street crime is rising
To feed the life of drugs
Many people are afraid
Of these sick cowardly thugs
Society needs to change
Addressed by the powers that be
The ones that have been elected
In trust, by you and me
We need to change the rules
Prison sentences need to be revised
If your prepared to deal in drugs
Twenty years looks good in my eyes
Then it comes to murder
Where many citizens, they fall
But their killers are alive in prison
Their breathing, their living through it all
The world has so much compassion
It's time to channel it's feelings
No forgiveness for these scum
Execution, watch their feelings reeling
Compassion has to have passion
For the right to get rid of the wrong
And just maybe one day it will happen
As the whole world sings the same song
The chances of this happening
As they are sworn into government places
They stand proud to ask for our votes
Once elected, they appear to have two faces
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ICE AND FIRE
Some say the world will end in ice
Some say in fire
From what I've experienced of desire
I hold with those who favor ice
But if it had to depart this life twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that obliteration by fire
Is great but would not be acceptable
If this world was to end in fire
The damage would be awfully
Devastating even before the smoke
goes up into space where someone
Will always be looking for pies
Or perhaps chasing beautiful images