Best Propaganda Poems
P roposals of ferocity
R eciprocity not dichotomy
O bession with Nationality
P ain of need causality
A nger at villains not “our kind”
G overnment control for all time
A lliances of “have’s”, corporate crime
N etworks owned, political grind
D emocracy; sought, search, FIND!
A ll this spells PROPAGANDA
Control of our minds.
You wear your flag like a second skin,
the colors bright, the threads worn thin;
And speak of victories long ago,
In voices proud, yet soft and low.
The tales are told, again, again
the triumphs carved in dust and pen;
The papers shout what you should hear,
While silencing what’s less sincere.
You count your coins, you guard your name,
you say it’s just a noble game;
But shadows stir beneath your cheer,
A trembling hand you won’t let near.
And so we stand on separate ground,
no shared horizon to be found;
Yet in the gap, I almost see
A kind of peace for you and me.
Would you , give up your life
For someone else’s lie ?
I only have a one word question ,
That question would be why ?
Have you , ever looked
Into the eyes of evil ?
Have you ever seen a fight
Between a cobra and a weasel ?
You call yourself a liberal
How long will that last?
Are you fighting a just cause
Or destroying your own past?
Did you really tattoo yourself
Or is that just illusion?
Try and help me understand
What led to that conclusion ?
When you grow old , will you see
The same way as you do ?
Will you look , into your mirror
And swear what you see isn’t you ?
Maybe you would like some time ,
To give yourself some thought ,
Maybe you will understand
The truth in what you bought.
Note: This poem is about people who select a President based on T.V. adds paid for by big business and big money political groups. It's about people who consider (tatoo) themselves activist and political supporters. 2008 was the first time we saw 8 year olds with their 2nd grade education trying to sway voters. Today we are forced into buying (blame it on Obama) ObamaCare, Mandatory Vaccines, GMO's, limited free speach. Maybe this poem will open eyes, before 99% of the U.S. population is looked apon as peasants.
(27/02/2012)
Do you know how to make wrong things right?
Just sprinkle a bit of propaganda on it
And let’s wait for it to be absorbed
The taste will affect how you burp
Propaganda can drag you to your zero
And guide onto what they want you think it is
Want some proofs?
Some might think Hitler was a hero
Need more examples?
On the other case, how about Osama’s fame?
How many people had shared his demonic brain pattern?
Or to flip it up,
Did you think he was dangerous if media hadn't chased his tail?
They say Saddam Hussein was an evil
Do you have any idea he was a hero for his people?
What about Mao Zedong? Or even Lenin and Stalin?
They were sure three persons shared one hell’s praline
Those people were mean, but try to count their lovers
How massive it was how they manipulated their bloopers
From speed up hoax to media coverage
Propaganda leans on people with money and power
So, peek in to both sides of propaganda leverage
Before you become victim of news platter
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*Propaganda is a form of communication that is aimed at influencing the attitude of a community toward some cause or position. They can be manifested in the form of posters, nonobjective news coverage, etc. Usually propaganda used in politics to affect people of the country that what they do is the right things and for their sake.
It is very interesting to study propaganda (for me :D), they can be affected by idiosyncratic of a leader and also education level of the citizen. The more educated they are, the more they will be saved from propaganda. As they can analyse things from both sides.
A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock
Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake
You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next
But you fake the things
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them
You are not forgotten
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move
This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know
Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say
If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move
The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine
Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be
In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.
Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing troth of profits
from which they feed.
The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.
Examine closely each line stanza
Popular but no bonanza
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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24/02/2021
My country's media tells me there's a man with nuclear weapons over in Iran that I really need to fear.
The new Boogeyman in the sand is bad as Stalin, guilty as Hitler, named Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
I've never met the dude but they say he's crude and worse than the devil in high gear.
Unfortunately, I've heard this tale before other senseless bloody wars that were results of playing god.
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Wonder Woman
When I saw her five large powerful males
bodyguards at a photo shoot protecting
the actress of the movie Wonder Woman
the sight crashed me into reality with a pin
that burst my kickass super hero balloon
and reminded me all those NFL sized males
were not really being tossed like rag doll twits
in a spoofed fake hero moment and suddenly I
was reminded how fortunate is this seeing man
who gets to go home to a real woman of wonder
with true super powers of love in a cape of reality
Charles Eastland
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
It might be Putin, or it might be not
How many Putins are there anyway?
That's not his chin. It is. It's hard to say
The space between his eyes is not a lot
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
He's out among the crowds. Oh happy day!
All former paranoias are forgot!
How many Putins are there anyway?
The upper lip. The hint of sneer. The way
He spits his silly bitter little plot
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
The way he walks. So stiff and with a sway
Such fun to play. How hard is he to spot?
How many Putins are there anyway?
One has to ponder on the rate of pay
What matter if another one is shot?
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
How many Putins are there anyway?
© Gail Foster 29th June 2023
Through her guilty eyes,
Are tales of many versions.
The art- of media.
Propaganda
We are told,
what they want us to hear,
by the media,
and those behind the curtain,
with their own agendas,
their own shows,
in the shadows...
we can barely see,
you and me.
We try hard to believe that those in office,
are there for our best interest.
They are there to vote new laws,
and new ways,
that protect the innocent,
while preserving freedom
for all,
at any,
and all...
cost(s)!
The truth behind the reality,
is a mixture of mud and murk...
the swamp so deep,
it will never drain.
Politics for payment,
Politics for gain,
Politics for trade...
"Your soul... for fame,
so you can reign
over others like a king?"
The judgment that is coming,
is like fire,
from oil on water...
It can not be put out, ever.
It is the ocean boiling,
and
the moon a white ball of heat
overhead...
melting.
away.
There will be no denial,
of complicity.
There will be no excuse for collusion.
Everything you have ever done,
has been seen,
and recorded,
put down,
in the book
of forever
after.
What do you pray is written there?
What do you wish you could erase?
What are the number of your days?
Do you really want to know?
Are you pleased instead,
to listen to the "party" line,
is that just fine?
Or will it be later,
time
to die
forever?
I am that even more
Walking on grounds of open shore
You can not take from me
Where I stand hard concrete foundations repeat
Remind me that what ever you try to take from me
Understanding motives shall be replaced see
How many times you try I see you clearly
Come toward me you flee from me seven times severly
Fear is not an option faith filled standards increase longevity
But you I walk away from thee
That need that urge of trying to fight me
I am reproved under kingdom authority
How is this
How does this work for me
Clarity revealed wisdom given track marks tables speed to see
I was I am I shed no tears
This is my time
This is my year
It is not real to think that I came here to be no one.
I came to sing, dance, and entertain not to be with any man.
If I should find one along the way, I will love him every day until he changes.
Why are you a hit and I am a b*t*h is because you insult me to become easy.
I am not your fruit tree ready to be harvest.
I am my own person who seeks prominence.
This is what the world promise.
I have travel far.
I have been unsure.
But, today I am confident that I am a new woman.
You hear my audience screaming for my performance.
They flimflam.
They just love it.
Why are you a hit and I am that b*t*h?
The answer is because I am not.
You insult your senses because you are publicity.
I am not your fruit to eat.
I am promise to the world of entertainment.
Please, bow to the Queen!
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Penned on May 05, 2014!