Best Supremacy Poems
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
America has been GREAT, great for the last two centuries.
All right, America has been the greatest among all countries,
For a long time. MAGA is a cheap pleonasm, which just
Won the most contentious election in American history.
The problem, as widely reported, Trump is corrupt, unjust,
Sexist, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, vociferous, and nasty.
This is the first time that we have such a hyperactive loose cannon,
Who is despised by his own political party. He is an orchestra
Of unusual lyrics and melodies. The man is like an untamed lion.
As a reminder, money, strength and power are not everything.
Humility, wisdom, decency, and common sense, in America,
Are extremely crucial and important, to make the dogs sing.
A president should be a role model, a beacon for children;
A fighter, a problem solver, a savior for the entire electorate;
A leader, a giant not a bully, a diplomat for the world to emulate.
The jury will be deliberating; America does not need to be 'great again';
We need an improved economy, mutual respect, controlling the flow
Of immigration, money, illicit drugs, and put our ducks in a row,
To be a haven for all, regardless of race, color, gender and ethnicity.
America is the greatest, I am not lying; simply ask the Statue of Liberty.
Copyright © November 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Since my skin isn't light enough
my life does not matter
but to believe that I can be nothing
Is to say that faith has no fate
For as long as I am the holder of my destiny
Oppression shall not be part of my manifestation
Yet you kick me when when I can't pick myself up
And still I reach beyond the suppressed
As in this time White does not rule supreme
The simple fact that I'm a Colored girl is not the problem
That mirror I stare in is what triess to control me
It tells me I'm worthless when I'm worthy
And tries so hard to shatter me
But still I stare into it hoping that answers arise
And as i realize that my mirrors image won't change
I take a stand against myself and look towards another day
Form:
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Dedication: Heather Heyer, Paralegal (Charlottesville, VA)
A Governor named Terry understands fake Supremacy
Microcosm of America, terrorism in Virginia
In the Name of History and a Statue (of General Lee)
I was but eight, when I felt shame because of hate
My own: a girl at school (perhaps a victim) wanted to fight
We slapped each other in the classroom: It didn't feel right
No witnesses but some gentler spirit intervened
I have treated women as gently as I could since
My surviving daughters are angels; and I their prince!
Unless we love (or avoid hate), life is a vulgar walk
Stepping over slimy snakes here, vamp cats and dark
Things there ... putrid puddles everywhere; gone the idyllic park
How can reliving the Nazi way seem so desirable
And in America? Where Equality became Reality, the individual
Could be special, without royal blood, New World still available?
WRITTEN & POSTED ON MONDAY, 14 August 2017
Sleepless God!
Who is like You?
When people go to bed,
You keep watch over them
You never sleep;
When people wake up
You remain awake
Neither sleep nor slumber
You engage in no one
When will You go to bed?
That people too,
Will keep watch over
or take a rest?
While people operates their own too,
But……………………
You created the night for sleep
And monitor that
Which You created!
You make provision for rest
And watch how it works
Oh mighty God,
You are Supreme
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power, sans The Almighty
My faithful friend with sheets of white
my pal, poised, unpen itself to make things right
How squeaky clean each new beginning?
that borrows from the dead, and those still living
I arrived blank naked and undisguised
my soul redeemed in light of sunrise.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
its dubious power sans The Almighty,
Where would I be without coloration on the scene?
life would be deserted as though obscene
I'd fall through the cracks to a singular world
where boys play god to control every girl.
I have gained nothing from white supremacy
with singular power sans The Almighty
I've read of Sodom and Gomorrah's crude ways
that glorified false light, as before the flood days
Now, there's liberation theology for you and me
the God of our understanding is of mercy
What race of men thrives without grace?
where would we be without speck of faith?
I have gained nothing, from white supremacy
what dubious power sans The Almighty -
A garden with grounds as fertile as love
who charted each course? Only One from above
I think of evergreen, and majestic pines;
and my roots unending; yet not one of a kind, because
The humanity of man was molded by divinity
and hand washes hand, to ward off calamity.
A racist favors separation of races.
Racists come in two varieties,
but both behaviorally favor separation of races,
if not theoretically,
then practically,
too comfortable with past apartheid,
such as all White faith communities,
for one nonexclusively intended example,
practicing our habitual ecosystemic politics of mistrust.
Racists favor separation of their race
from that of others
to further ecopolitical praxis of assumed racial superiority,
which is the ongoing mutual disempowerment story of racism.
There is no authentic empowerment side
in our racism story
because we are all weaker when we prefer to fly apart
and stronger when we fly more multiculturally deep-enriched,
together.
In our choices of community investment,
when and where do we seek co-empowerment
of the cooperative multicultural purse?
rather than Business As Competing-Racism Usual.
Competing to defend our birthright separated standing
in life's survivalist-revivalist pecking order,
is a dull monochromatic defensive position
within WinLose gaming positions,
entirely inappropriate for WinWin multiculturing opportunities,
self-other regenerative optimization
for Beloved Health-Wealth Communities.
That day when legal slavery ended
A brief moment when justice seemed palpable
marked only the first chapter of caped cross burners
and rageful lynch mobs
marked only the beginning of white terror
against black dignity
Equal justice under law
That day when the sky opened
A brief glimmer when freedom seemed possible
stained only by the blood of generations oppressed
bruised only by the brutality of the state
against these people of color
Equal justice under law
That day when a people were proclaimed
A brief interlude when equality seemed attainable
marred only by marginalization and segregation
scarred only by white supremacy and white dominance
against these struggling people
Equal justice under law
Someday when a people get their due
An arcing rainbow when liberation is realizable
helped only by abandonment of white privilege
aided only by respect and compassion
for these people
Equal justice under law
We are complexions of being,
gradations of actualization.
Our nature coming to be or passing away,
Aristotle wrote.
Mere complexions of being,
gradations of ontology.
In every American thing we claim to know,
Pigment is the currency,
Our petty underlying divisor,
Our pixelated property.
The color line preserves white privilege.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of realization.
From The Age of Enlightenment
followed the epoch of enslavement,
Our white patriots traded in commodified skins,
Learning how an emboldened empire wins,
Learning how merchants on the take use race.
So their destiny was manifest,
Genocide was their bequest.
In their path, all traces of different races
Necessarily disappeared,
The indigenous people they feared.
Hunted, murdered, and jeered,
White entitlement forgot them all and moved on.
We are complexions of being,
gradations of sentience.
Quickly unraveling before breakfast,
Whites come alive, staggering like air dancers,
Inflated gas bags thrashing, and lurching,
At their dealerships, certain something sensational
Is happening somewhere.
The reasons never explicated,
The false complexion dichotomies
will never transfer power.
Until there is no white or black,
Until we are gradations of one,
Until we see our shades of immanence.
Published: Dissident Voice, October 2, 2022
(a short poem)
nothing can ever be compared
for a woman who's working all day.
late at night she'still awake.
striving hard to provide their needs.
one Valentine morning has came.
four little darlings surprised her.
lovely cards crafted by their hands,
and a heart stuff they bought from their coin bank.
truely that life's sometimes unfair.
too many struggles,roughroads and pain,
have all gone when these four little ladies came.
At the behest of the druid
Camped in my vicinity
I analyse and sanitise the fluid
Whose viscosity flatters the dignity and sanity
Whose circumference and impedance
Exceeds the threshold
I set for the reactance and insistence
Meant to withhold
Uncontrolled leakage of hatred
Unleashed with total abandon
With any venom spread and shred
By the lunatic don
Who concocted and fabricated
A subterfuge in a bid to enslave
My mind in a desiccated
Prison where as a slave
I stand no chance
My freedom to recover
If perchance
I should in the end discover
The secret potion and elixir of perennial youth
In very high demand in top society where it is sought after
By an uncouth tooth
Whose sardonic laughter and chatter
Turns and burns mere mortals into eunuchs
Favoured by head shrinkers
In experiments where spooks
Reveal the mystery longevity thinkers
Vaunt as the new frontier
To life beyond one hundred years
Which wipes off a tear
From faces petrified by fears
Senility runs down spines
Bent in an arc
Reminding folks of evergreen pines
Swaying in the wind when flak
In an overdose torpedoes
Illusion entertains
As the lunatic druid slams doors
Shut to incinerate curtains
Where I cringe
Wince
Disillusions I singe
As sanity detractors give up their losing battle eversince.
Ending Race Supremacy
Rafidah wants an end to 'race supremacy' among Malaysians
NATION
Tuesday, 23 Oct 2018
11:10 PM MYT
Read more at https://www.thestar.com.my/news/nation/2018/10/23/iron-lady-rafidah-calls-for-end-to-race-supremacy-among-malaysians/#kMuL2VrOiGyUR85c.99
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Hohoho...
Here's a lonesome voice from the Iron Lady of Msia, she who was once a former formidable minister...
Daring enough to voice out the direction our present political masters must be after...
For an inclusive and progressive Bolehland for all races For the future...
A future where every individual citizen is proud of being a Msian..
Hopes and expectations are sky high that after the May 9th political reset in govmen...
Bolehland can pursue a political course that is colour and heritage-neutral....
And her citizens can be proud Msians regardless of race and heritage....
Strength in diversity can be uniquely applicable for all Msians....
By prioritising politics and progress for the good of the people and the nation....
Education should be for all the citizens and emphasis should be on needs...
And recognition must always be based on excellence and meritocracy....
With her strident rousing call for good governance and a new Msia in direction...
This Iron Lady has seen it fit to include also the doing away of supremacy of her very own religion..
Dare we hope that the New Msia could finally be heading in the right direction...
After Bolehland and her people pressed the reset button during the May9th General Election...?
Strange dreams last night
include gathering enthusiastic consumers
to shepherd and possibly own
cheaply decaying properties,
ghettoes of hopelessness,
ungodliness.
And, later,
an all male bacchanal
of real estate agents,
toned agencies for commercial acquisition,
surrounded by witnessing properties
of no sensory interest
to any realtime guy,
straight or gay
or in-between.
Gathered to teach their purchasers' desire
and demise
while getting naked
in a boorishly unsexy way,
while dispassionately watching
in time's eternal mirror.
They
and our witnessing
and witnessed properties
nakedly longing for resilient sensuality
and settling for this brief
spasmodic climax
of Time's young adult male supremacy
over realtime commodified markets
Iconic of mass mediated
male mattered
sexuality,
Visual
and, at best,
marginally sensual
Inviting touch without true feeling,
sight without warm hearing,
natural taste without spiritual fragrance,
being without belonging,
mass without energy
yang without yin
space without sufficient time
to dream,
remember
regenerate
resonate
resolve
dissolve,
Breathe in
as out
invites Earth's new dawn
PostViral 2020
strange dreams last...
Pursue joy in itty-bitty thing
A faith like mustard seed
If move the mountain
Little love is indeed a greater love
Wherein a biggest bliss.
Hunt time to acknowledge
You’ll earn the wisdom for pain.
Starving?
poverty stricken?
will just be a story worth speaking
History makes no sense,
if unlettered aren't edited
a heroic deeds if understanding is seek.
Unashamed of the past
because I can't undo time that's gone
yet I can write
I can sing it
A victory that has no supremacy of myself
but the glory I'll wear, when I meet my saviour face to face.
Now the past has no role to play
Yesterday passed just as todays dream would,
and I am aware what's gonna last
With Christ, the only assurance,
I arise today!
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