Best Sprayed Poems
We war with impunity
And weaponise such things as the
beauty of flowers
And all for what ?
When come today we have to guard the statues and Cenotaph that commemorate our fallen heroes
Only for them to suffer in death the indignity of being treated with such contempt for the very same right's and freedom they gave their lives for
You student's
You self effacing intellects
You political prophet's
You protest
You gather
You march
Underneath your slogan or banner
in righteous indignation of your cause
Such bravery
Such charity
Such courage
Such sacrifice
Once more into the breech
the rallying cry to those
with spray can in hand to vandalize
under the cover of dark with face hidden behind a bandana
I doubt their is anything you would be willing to lay
your life down for apart from maybe your computer and internet access
So next time you log on do yourself a favour and research
your family history and see if any of your family members
lost there lives and think there but for the grace of god go i
These statues and monuments are not supposed to justify or glorify war the complete opposite in fact they are
to remind us of the futility and human cost
but most importantly of all the cause Millions of people
deemed worthy dying for
I wonder if year's to come
how you will be viewed by history
Will people gather to commemorate you
build a statue in your honour
be you remembered by a bank holiday
Or will you hopefully end up instead being a
footnote in a museum
Entitled
When you don't understand your history
And talk before you listen
You run before you can walk
Pepper wasn’t
a Me Too kind of girl
She was an I One type
Her spirit blood wasn’t universal,
it didn’t transfuse well
with chauvinistic males
Pepper would spray the verbal hell bells,
if a fella’s testosterone pride
started to swell
Being kicked into a higher double octave range,
will make a sorry drake soul sing
Make ‘em feel the angry queen bee sting
Pepper wasn’t raised to be
a Me Too kind of girl
No ma’am,
she had an I One type single mama
Don’t touch my jewel,
her mama said to the suitor men
who were eyeing moving in
I spying her daughter
on a cracked bedroom door
pretext pretend,
would get ‘em the maternal broomstick end
Upside the head skull cracking
Like mother, like daughter —
Pepper could fight
Getting caught vulnerable
in the clutches with her,
could leave you walking eunuch for life
Pepper could spray the knuckle hell bells,
if an alpha fool misogynist ego
started to swell
She’d teach you to treat a woman with respect,
or mister dog you’re going to jail: hurt and limp,
with an in-between the legs tail
If Pepper ever say Me Too to you, brother ...
then you better know that you
have a best friend that’s a soul tight lover
Santa sprayed all the Christmas toys
To save all the girls and boys
He sprayed the virus out
Then he jumped and shout
Making a whole lot of noise
I rale against this GOD
of pestilence and joyous pain.
This GOD of the sinners
unforgiving beggars and fear.
I shout into the vacuous vacancy
of empty souls - huddled in hope
pleading for the penetence
of an unobtainable peace.
I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm
sprayed spittle and sanctimony
mesmerizing the melancholy
cajoling the sheep with wolf tales.
I believe in simple things
in butterfly translucent wings
in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns
in "crownless" kings and regal pawns
John G. Lawless
5/17/2020
Hair Sprayed With Golden Showers
We liked it when America once was ours,
Instead of being a part of Trump Towers;
Hard to explain;
Full of disdain;
Likes hair sprayed with golden showers.
Jim Horn