Best Statesmen Poems
(written by Ila Farrar-DiMino)
Where are citizens echoing
"Give me liberty, or give me death"?
Where is a statesman whose wisdom and courage
could cross a frozen Delaware to save an army and
a nation?
One declaring his signature boldly so a despot
was certain to see it?
Where is a statesman or woman whose integrity guides
his or her motives?
One who legislates for the National well-being, and not
for selfish personal gain?
Where is the statesman who lives and voices the spirit
of "This Hallowed Ground"?
Stands firm, placing honor before money and power?
Where is the statesman who lives by the principal "Of the
people, by the people, and for the people"?
One whose honor states "I don't agree with you, but I will
defend your right to say it!"?
God, give us statesmen!
Listen to the music of centuries
Remembering looking toward peace
"We must disentral ourselves"
The congressmen
Big black tires
Big black men,black suits
Siphoning your GRIT
The corporate war profiteers
Who are they as bats at night
Chameleons in all natures
Camouflaged at appropriate times
Demagogues!the cause of poverty
Be angry at the sun
The public men,publish falsehood
You are no Catullus you know;
To lampoon these crude sketches of ceasar
Struggle for power;and women for fame
I stand alone dazed words giving way
Blood gurgling down into the mud and sand
This nation,A village of thorns and brambles
The old earth is withered and undone
While decades pass
Pleasured in the dead's heritage
Riots and robs,
some busking in the glory of others
Others salvation
Others the lords of charity,
Splashing dirty millions in altars and Holly stages
You are begot and spawned in shame
Little resources huge demands
Oh wanjiku!How long shall the donkey tire for your load to be delivered?
How many tested
How many cried
How many infected
How many died
How many cheated
How many lied
How many tweeted
It'll all pass us by
Why can't we defeat it
Is it really so odd ~
When scientists and statesmen
Keep their distance from God
We've learned what our statesmen seek to achieve:
Thinking we'd believe all that we receive.
We perceive each view and trick up their sleeve,
These elegant thieves, who try to deceive.
Mistaking our peeves, they call us naïve;
In lieu of reprieve - our sad hearts must grieve.
You've taken people as yourselves?
— Lying backwards, feeding on blood?
Your moms are screwed while you're asleep.
You'll soon see how you catamites
And prostitutes,
Sons and daughters of prostitutes
And catamites,
Will be sent to hell on your streets,
In your own homes,
In your own cars, in offices.
You murdered the native owners
Of the land you have occupied
For all these years and no one touched
Even your balls. You still go on
Stealing their kids or taking them
With all sorts of lies and deceits
To either kill them or erase
Their ancestral identity.
There was no one to take your seeds.
Those bones discovered recently
In Canada you did not kill
Hundreds of years before today.
They're kids of the native people
You still kill in these current days.*
This is you! There are real people
Still in this world of you b.i.t.c.h.e.s,
Pimps, catamites, and prostitutes
To seize your bloody throats and necks.
This is the day of reckoning.
Those you killed in America,
In Congo, Malaysia, Iraq,
In Bosnia, Afghanistan, and Syria,
In Vietnam, in Nagazaki,
And in today's Palestine all
Are resurrected to f..u..c..k you
And the w.h.o.r.e.s who gave birth to you.
10.19.2023
*See the short story "Lullaby" by Leslie Marmon Silko.
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