Best Taxation Poems
We the People
Will disagree
On taxation and prosperity
On liberty and duty
We the People
Are every color of Christianity
Every Jewish prayer, every song of Islam
The puritans, the atheists and the Amish
Are neighbors here
We the People
Are Jamaican and Japanese
Swedish and Samoan
Cuban and Cherokee
Moroccan and Mexican
The Irish and the Inuit
And all shades of Africa
We are country hills and cityscapes
Suburban parks and downtown fire escapes
We are singers and stutterers
Daredevils and diplomats
Renegades and redeemers
The leaders and the lone wolves
The suits and the sarongs
We are the gun owners for gun control
The justice for unjust loopholes
We are the hands that struck the iron
And the backs that laid the tracks
Of trails of rails connecting
Sea to shining Sea
We are protesters and poets
The soldiers without peace
The nurses without sleep
We are the straight arrows and the skeptics
The gay and the god-fearing
We are Black Lives Matter
And we are the badges in blue
We the People
Are complicit and complicated
No freedom gave
To chains of slaves
We have conquered and colonized
Sacrificed and stolen
Pillaged and planted
To naturalize a nation
We are teachers of tenacity
Prophicies of pioneers
And the children of second chances
We the People
Speak for our land’s legacy
In every tongue, from every rung
On each stumbled stair, each crumbled chair
We demand democracy.
8/21/20
Poem of the Day
August 23, 2020
Founding fathers believed in freedom of the press, religion, speech, assembly, and petition.
Opportunity must be opened to all.
United we stand and divided we fall.
Religious establishment by the government is prohibited.
Trial by jury is a constitutional right; taxation without representation is not.
High crimes and misdemeanors by the president are impeachable offenses.
Oligarchies(Rulership by 'the few') in America must never be allowed.
Freedom is not really free; it always cost us something.
Justice delayed is justice denied.*
Union of 50 states makes up The USA.
Liberty and Justice in America are for all.
Yielding to the will of the majority is the American way.
062220PS*Wilkipedia. Origin. There are conflicting accounts of who
first noted the phrase.#89 in Top 100 poems for the last month.
BLESSED DISARRAY!
There’s one thing that’s assured in this physical world
More than death and taxation so physicists say
It’s the increase in entropy, time unfurled
Or in other words there will be more disarray
Now I’m not being morbid asserting this fact
(Only true without man sticking long finger in)
And there are some of us with compulsion to act
And resist ineluctable chaos and spin
But imagine the converse some might choose to hold
Each atom in total controlled and neat stack
Every instant with utter precision pre-told
And announced in a modern Old Moore’s Almanac
There are days when we feel: Just a moment! Hold on!
Could I have some more predictability sure
I’ve enough of this chaos so let it be gone
And I’ll live more like my perfect neighbour next door
But then what of the thrill when we once get it right
No not every time; that’s for slaves not the free
The uncertainty principle kept in our sight
Will give us some relief from that old ennui
So join with me to now go forth boldly and say
That perfection unlimited with no adverse
And no portion of spices of disarray
That alternate bland menu could be but a curse
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
The merry men are captured
and placed in the castle stocks
Tights pulled down around their ankles
They are wearing them like socks
For Prince John has hired Miss Whiplash
Telling her to whip their butts
but Robin hood is excited
and can't keep his mouth shut .
Oooh Miss whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
Punishment is over
The merry men set free
Robin vows to rob the rich
Until he rids Nottingham of poverty
but he knows his men need discipline
To keep them on the right track
So he has kidnapped Miss Whiplash
and he's never going to give her back .
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
The wealthy have been so greedy
Taxation so unfair
Robin and his Merry men
Are hero worshipped everywhere
The poor can have the money
His men distribute it with care
but Miss Whiplash he keeps for himself
He's just not willing to share .
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Make me feel the pain
and if I beg for mercy
Please hit me once again
Oooh Miss Whiplash
Hit me with your cane .
For the Robin Hood Contest .
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst.
A world was created where every individual believed that being represented
was essential as religions require symbols
to be interpreted by the ordained,
meaning of things provided for us like fertilizer on furrowed fields,
law & tax codes, medical knowledge, emotional expressions governed by consensus,
a democracy of dellusions,
dissent is dangerous and humility heroic,
where surrender preserves and patriotism perverts,
clowns kings and criminals having wings,
Medeval Christianity mastered markmanship of community authority seizing
the sugar of inventive intuition,
terrorizing the truth of personal experience,
thrones were tailored temptations, temples entrapments of greater mystery,
cathedrals collossal contraptions for centralizing consciousness, books burned,
jewels for fools & the fooled manackled to the alter of passivity,
masses being timid tools concentrating their energies on empire expansion,
exiled from ego,
crusades to crush criticism, a monopoly of memory
and torture the text of theocracy,
Cathars killed for lessons become occult,
unlawful cognizance of God within,
authority addicts abandoning their oaths to protect people,
subjects countrymen become,
being pledges & collateral for debts incurred for imperial improvidence,
babies of the masses transformed into bankers' bounty via certificates,
maturing securities on malignant markets of merchantile magic,
digital slave trade,
self governance gainsaid as being a primitive pathology,
a symptom of paranoia or maybe xenophobia,
personally voting on taxation, education and wars apostacy,
J.A.B.
Great things could be accomplished,
If the Government would relent;
And Legalize Marijuana for good,
Think of the taxes that could then be spent;
The Revenue from the taxation of it,
Could pull us out of this hole;
Put a tax on it like tobacco,
And take over all control;
Cannabis is an amazing plant,
And can be used for many things;
From cleaner burning fuel to paper,
Imagine the money that this one plant could bring;
It’s a renewable crop, unlike trees,
And can be harvested many times;
I know that it has a bad rep.
Because of it’s link to crimes;
But this wondrous plant could be,
The answer to our economic woes;
It all starts with the Legalization of it,
And from there, nobody knows.
~For the Medical Marijuana Contest~
Robin Hood was captured
Thrown in the castle cells
Here he met an inmate
By the name of H.G.Wells.
Herbert George is fascinated
By the story our Robin has to tell
but he knows Robin will be executed
When the church sounds the morning bell.
So that night together
As the guards around them dream
Herbert George and Robin
Escape in H.G's time machine.
They set a course for the future
March 27th 2014'
Robin so excited
To be seeing things he's never seen .
All his hopes are soaring
Thinking about the things he hopes to see
Fair wages and taxation
and an end to poverty.
But what he finds tears him apart
In this age of depravity
The super rich are just as greedy
and the peasants as poor as they ever used to be.
All Robin see's are broken promises
Nothing much has changed
Conservative, Republican , Communist or Democrat
Favours for the super rich are still arranged.
Politicians feathering their own nest
Against the poorest all weapons are ranged
Yet we have no modern day Robin Hood
Even H.G. thought that strange.
Back to the time machine
Robin has never felt so low
All the things he fought against
With just a few arrows and a bow
Are just as prevalent in the future
and after thanking H.G. for the show
A broken hearted Robin Hood
Climbed the steps to the sheriffs gallows.
As he stood astride the trap door
Returned H.G's time machine
Herbert whisks Robin off to Eden
A garden beautiful and green
Here he learns the lord never intended
For man to be so mean
He now knows the poor will inherit gods mansions
The super rich for eternity will scream .
Not for a contest.
Maybe in another lifetime
There will be no classifications or
generalizations, nor discriminations.
Stereotypical consultations of
people with no limitations of racial
inclinations.
Shall external images forever
dominate?
With eliminating of faces who do
not pass on rankings.
God-forsaken souls trapped in
bodies with boundaries.
Bodies trapped in bordered
countries.
Why all these restrictions and secret
encriptions leading our lives as
fiction?
Will money forever define our
positions?
Situations now rely on taxation and
all other government operations.
Water, housing and education are
more complications.
Should politicians and officials be
making such conditions?
When will crime come to a stop?
As society live with their own
possessions fearsomely and
indelinquents carry on fiercely.
Fraudulent activities continue and
surprisingly the "supposed-to-be-
behind-bars" live freely.
How do the innocent live as
prisoners and criminals feel a full
force of Uhuru?
Perhaps in another lifetime will
there be no indications of such
implications.
Money, appearance and crime will
be nothing more than a waste of
time.
But not in this life, maybe in
another life time!
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
As I arise to face a new day
The governments in foul play.
Taxation is a total drain
Crime is a money gain
Pollution clouds my membrane
Healthcare is a crying shame
Love can be a constant pain
Hatred may never end.
You ask me what, I CAN DO
I measure life as you do to.
To de-value one's life, is everyones issue
Reguardless of circumstantial views.
Put yourself in someone elses shoe's
It may very well, oneday be you.
Blaming, fighting, fear & pain
We all know it, there's nothing to gain.
No sense in crying, establishment blues
It only feeds the anger, we fuel
Its human nature, win or lose
Chose not to be like them
Love unconditionally thats your tool.
You ask me what I CAN DO.
I measure life as you do to
Theres only so much one can do
To acknowledge & challenge, for change
Is the power within you.
Responsibility lies, in what we CAN DO
When time to give, gift with a open heart
A peaceful demeanor, is a pure start...
How did America declare its independence day,
A successful war which gained America's freedom against England.
A war fought with sacrifice. It conquered it's freedom July Four Seventeen seventy-six.
It has been celebrated for two hundred forty-one years
A long battle fought against England after the Revolutionary War.
A feud amongst two countries to secure our homeland.
The no taxation which began to cause tension and chaos amongst settlers and British.
Over laws which many disagreed upon.
Upon many riots, many tossed tea over the sea.
Later became known as the Boston Tea Party.
During seventeen seventy-three.
In honor of fourteen colonies
America shot its ammunition fourteen times loudly.
Every American knew it was in honor of our fourteen established Colonies.
Even then Americas flag only had fourteen stars
Which represented each state in America.
Two hundred forty-one years later.
Americas flag now has fifty-one stars
Americas flag is red, white and blue.
It has fifty-one small stars on the top left corner
All in a roll inside a small rectangle
The background behind the fifty-one stars is blue
On the right side of the fifty-one stars, the flag has medium size stripes
The color of the stripes are white and red
They play a pattern which follows red white red white horizontally
A flag is placed on a pole so it doesn't touch the floor
Every star represents each country.
The white house even has a memorial place for every fallen hero
Many do not know Americas Declaration of Independence wasn't signed
On July four Seventeen Seventy-Six.
The declaration was signed after each voted in favor of Richard Henry Lee
The actual date it was truly signed was on August two seventeen seventy-six
Two months after it conquered its freedom from Great Britain.
America celebrates its independence day annually to celebrate its victory against Great Britain.
Heavy taxation is not thriftiness,
exempting themselves from indebtedness!
Oh, Congress is comical...
making us hysterical
through economic hardships!
This nation, this grand experiment in freedom, is lost.
We are in debt to nations that have never had freedom
And we are to blame. That great silent majority that did not vote.
and all those representatives that allowed us to fail.
A friend called it corporate greed I question the corporate
Up until now all I have done is observe.
It seems to have been a lifetime occupation
What could I have done to prevent this?
Can it be fixed?
Can we just cease paying the salaries and benefits
Of the representatives who have sold us out?
Is their blind ignorance and lack of character beyond recovery?
What kind of freedom is this that allows thievery?
In the name of taxation
Let's hide the enormity of it in payroll deductions
Social Security is a joke our representatives do not get
They have benefits that are way beyond that pittance
Why have we sunk into apathy so far we allowed it?
Why do we still allow it?
This trough they have built to wallow in should be
plated in gold and held up as an example for future
civilizations to fear.
I truly believe we have sunk beyond our capacity to recover.
As to survival? I and my family are capable of finding food and shelter
in New England.
Are You?
In this Rhyme I will give a translation of the formation of a nation. Remember this is not a dictation it's just a narration of the creation of a civilization. AMERICA is not only our classification but also our identification. The Country has a place with a registration, through which you will find liberation of information, because the Country holds all of the documentation that will give you an elaboration of your expectation. So go to AMERICA for a precise interpretation. To join you must have a certain qualification of sophistication, individuation, determination and no limitation of dedication. In this Country we are a family of inspiration. We all may work and live in different locations, but together we give this WORLD a certain rotation. See with admiration, consideration, explanation we have cultivation. With taxation and donation of money and gold we give the World hydration. Our secret tech, you could say is the medication for confrontation.
So now I hope we all have an inclination that together we form a population, that is dedicated to all forms of exploration . We are a Generation that if placed in the stars would form the greatest constellation. We are AMERICA under God and that's our proclamation. David Lee Waldrop.
Red, White and Blue
I fought in the Revolutionary war
To win freedom from tyranny
I fought for the right to choose my religion
For the right to live free!
No taxation without representation
Was our battle cry!
Fought to uphold the system of slavery.
We would live free or die!
I joined the rebel army
To fight the Yankee way
We sang about ole’ Dixie
And walking with Jesus on judgment day
I must of killed me a hundred or more
Of those Union fools
While Sherman burned down our country
Homes, hospitals and schools.
I fought in the war against Mexico
Fought in Korea, and World War One
We raped, pillaged and plundered
And would not stop until we were done!
I was flying over Japan
As we dropped Enola Gay
Three days later, we let Little Boy fly,
Wishing the innocents to have a nice day.
I walked the Ho Chi Minh trail
Set flame to many straw huts
Killed, raped, a whole lot of gooks
And those traitors back home, said I was nuts!
911 shook us to our core
So we attacked Afghanistan
But getting rid of Saadam and bombing Iraq
Was part of our long-standing genocidal plan.
Shock and Awe, a day that will live in infamy,
Is the name that we gave,
To the barbarous saturation bombing
That laid countless Iraqis in their grave
The fighting continues, war goes on
It’s big business, lots of money
More young men and women, to feed the machine
Have the last laugh, because it isn’t really funny.
Now I am wedded to this chair,
Having lost both legs, sad but true!
I sit straight and erect, as I salute
The red, white and blue!