Best Undemocratic Poems
Jolly voting weather
We are all europhiles
We’re very clever
And lie to you all the while
You fell for our promise especially the CAST IRON trick
We’re all from Eton, and you lot are all too thick.
If you think I’ll claim back powers,
You haven’t got a clue
We’ll hand the UK to Merkle,
There is nothing that you can do
No referendums Changes through on the nod
I am the PM and I’m a duplicitous sod
As for immigration
I know it gets on your ****
I will flood the nation
And pay their benefits
I am from Eton; I am one of the ruling class
If you don’t like it, you can just kiss my ****
If I agreed the Treaty
Things that it would amend
Required referendums
And that would be the end
We’d be out of Europe and that’s what the public crave
But I’m undemocratic, just call me dictator Dave
Clegg is making noises
Pretending he did not know
If he really meant it
Lib-Dems would pack up and go
There all in it together, and David is now all smiles
He has silenced the sceptics, with the aid of the Europhiles
This has been a carve up
Helped by Merkosy
They need our money
That is quite plane to see
They played out the charade so it looks as if Dave’s alone
But were still in the EU and we’ll pay for the Euro zone
Jolly voting weather
We are all Europhiles
We’ve silenced the sceptics
Look at their beaming smiles
There’s no referendum, the sceptics are really thick.
I am from Eton and those idiots missed the trick
From the “jungles” of Soweto
To the “lakes” of Kalahari
Come!
Let us adopt grey children
Call them Mogadishu or Benghazi.
Donate your second hand underwear
To the west
Stand up! Let’s go
Attack undemocratic countries
Beyond the Mediterranean
Let us go monitor
Their elections and
Determine who wins or just
Declare rebels the rightful
Leaders of a country.
Let us go buy some humans
From across the Atlantic,
Chain them and make them
Work on our plantations.
If not, let’s go buy land in the isles
Start up banks in that land
And make the Afro world currency
Let us hold
Charity walks for sick
Hollywood stars
Along the streets of New York
Also rear goats as Pets
And hold tomato fights at Buckingham palace.
The day had dawned with promises of times good
When the little child was begging for food
Hadn’t seen a morsel in days, still didn’t have it in sight
Would the Gods in heaven pity my plight?
The day had dawned and the nation saw rays of hope
Although Oh! Father, they found you hanging at the end of a rope
Unable to bear the grief of seeing his children die
Lying around, like birds that couldn’t fly
The day had dawned and the flag was hoisted
Pomp and show followed, banners were posted
But I didn’t get a grain of rice, even though I tried
And I watched, as of starvation, my brothers died
The day had dawned, and we’re independent they said
Free from the clutches of an anarchist figure head
But why am not free from this destitution
What did I get from freedom, or a new constitution?
Should I believe the hollow words of the proponents of this theory?
For their words are like icing on an undemocratic pastry
Or should I look around and trust what I see
Not a drop of water, not a standing tree
Look at the sky, God! Has the day dawned?
Look around you, and wave your magic wand
Rid the world of sorrow, set things right
Because for the little child, it isn’t dawn, it is still night
STAY OR GO yes or no?
An offshore island we remain,
whether we stay or go..
But our history we need now
to declaim.. and say No!
Truly enfranchised for only a
few decades,now cheaply given
away for a pottage of gold...
all without our say so..
Sacrificed on politicians' ego trips.
We, the people,the everyday man..
back to square one of a century ago..
Disenfranchised again,ruled by a few..
part of another illusory 'grande ideale'.
Our kin so recently fought to win the war
..but we so easily gave away the peace..
Time again,for the English common man
to say No,to regain our release...
Time for this undemocratic 'Union' to cease..
Time for us to depart,we do not 'belong'
It's time to move on..
put once more 'our enfranchised horse'before
'our' cart.
The 'global village' is now here.. a larger
stage on which England,on its own,
with much to give..can play a full part.
You may hear me recite my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Real disaster is looming on the horizon for American life
this country’s leadership disdains the spirit of truth
its sycophants continue to embrace the lies
repelled by honesty and facts
mendacity guides their daily mantra
dark, evil poltergeists dwell in our White House now
death thrives in their hearts
darkness looms in our future
the only purification for lies is to vote
it's the only remedy that will
undo this undemocratic fiasco
Undemocratic is this democracy
Oxymoron vote here
moron not vote there
A world of mirror
inhabited by the blind
A noise all say they hear
though it's silent
A living creature physically operates
whilst in an physically dead state
Liberal Democrats
Bigoted bureaucrat's
A deal
called no deal
Identified
Unidentified Flying Object
Looking to see if they sound
A Christian Saviour
Jewish
Ghandi
Hiter
Leaning
falling
I write my writes with my left as is correct
I left my write to my right and that's wrong
A dominant eye
undetected through sight alone
A democratic vote was Brexit,
a choice between Democracy and Bureaucracy,
a vote the latter would never offer
unless Democracy in Bureaucracy demands
I'm a moron, oxy,
saying things not oxymoron,
because I lost my mar-ball at Hitler
A healthy distance for tolerating LeftBrain dominance
is to recognize our global incarnation
into RightWing intolerant prominence
as dogma of a strictly white hetero-male privileged unkind.
A distance between silent impatience
and loud dissent
is the distance between nonverbal nonviolence
and irritatingly verbal communication.
A tolerable distinction between quieter dissonance
and boisterous intolerance
is a distance between non-violent
and full LeftBrain dominantly overtaking
and/or sado-masochistic bipolarity
and/or socio-pathology
and/or undemocratic kleptocratic
Win/Lose capitalistic intention
in a LeftBrain alpha dog eats and beats
RightBrain beta feminist...dog world
on any over-heated...itchy day
he chooses inhumanely sick
ZeroSum one-sided pleasure.
So sorry.
This started out as a quietly sedate communication
and ended in a most unfortunately aggressive
sound of furious way.
We, the conjurers
The USA wants Venezuela
And the worlds` press follow suit
demanding an undemocratic coup.
We have been here before
we remember the vilifying of Iraq
and Libya those two counties were lied about
before being invaded and occupied.
Our compliance with this crime is staggering
and do nothing for peace in the world.
Most of life plays out somewhere
somehow
sometime
in-between resplendent deification of MotherEarth
and rabid defiance of EarthMother
wisdom
Is a peculiarly Republican challenge,
confusing unchanging
uniform
divinely dogmatically inspired
Tradition
As if such Tradition were against
healing
unitarian economic political flow
of Earth-conserving sacred grace
slow-growing
co-invested capital resources.
In this confusion,
sometimes
somehow
somewhere
lies an undemocratic patriarchal challenge
lacking divinely inspired liberal love commitment
to multicultural Creation health values
Such as active compassion,
faithful kindness,
hope-filled planetary organic co-investments
in green empowerment
Full-spectral
ongoing long-term health systems
in-between fractal/seasonal transition boundaries
extending humane/divine octaves filling-in
multicoloring metaphors
For health wealthy
enlightening regenerative structures
systems
cycles
spirals of GreenPeace Revolution
Neither defying past sins
of all AnthroTribe omissions
to care for EarthMother
indigenous wisdom
Nor deifying future wins
of HeavenFather co-commissions
co-investments
co-empathic somehow
somewhere
sometime in-between revolutions,
Great Green transitions
transubstantiations
naturally spirited traditions.
The walls heard and turned deaf
Heaven swore never to bear witness
The sun saw and went weeping
Hands turned loads on peoples head.
Thou king has a foundation
Of his defecation on the thrown
The palace workers have choices
Who defines the calamity?
The ofor disappears
Another is caved
The throne is empty
King is on it.
The cock craws
The head turns a sacrifice.
People die ignorantly for known reason
Parrots nest, six feet below
In tears we celebrate
The undemocratic rule of abomination
To elucidate, a junta
A woman has eaten the anus of a fowl.
Ndi okenye, are silent.
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The thrust of salvation's revelation;
Straight from the buckle of the Bible Belt -
Crusading on a plan of what they felt:
"The World for Christ in One Generation."
Their causes - all so specious and remote:
Ban dance and drink and feminist pursuits;
Then, Prohibition passed by their recruits
Of Congressmen who pandered future votes.
And now, a hundred years from past mistakes,
The politicians are once more enthralled
To recast government - advising all
To think and act and vote one way - their take.
Erosion of the aims our Founders sought -
To separate State from religious ties
Because they feared what then could be devised:
Alliances that Kings and Crosses wrought.
Yet, persons seeking faith identities
For personal spirituality
Can lose their way through a conformity
To doctrinaire religious entities.
Religious rightists craft a host of things:
Electing "friends" to legislative seats;
Appointing judges who share their entreats;
Controlling rights and thoughts and what that brings.
And, banning books the obtuse criticize -
The followers of simplemindedness -
Sheer ignorance at best - no more, no less,
Who wander through their world of contrived lies.
Yet, some espouse a "Theocratic State"
To make us like Iran's dictatorship
That keeps all paople under yoke and whip;
A western styled and brokered caliphate.
This prospect so absurd and ill-advised -
The essence of a Theocratic State -
Undemocratic doctrines we should hate
By muddled thinking "mullahs" in disguise?
We ought to learn what history decries:
A harsh reality that forms a trap
When politics, religion overlap.
Stop tempting Fate with blinders on our eyes.
Outside views
remind me
Earth already represents
early winter
in my sacred EarthTale
Of internal climate healthy
redevelopment
heart mediated
in dialogue with nonverbal
Right/Left resonant
muse-integrity
Silent
sacred
mindful rest
promised
through winter's hibernating
nest
Before best health days
of our grandchildren's wealthiest lives
will struggle
seething still and silent
to not out loud envy
our apartheid cold messages
Time to "Man Up"
to get through my depressed
Yintegral chronic oppressed
trans-indigenous
multicultural potential
To winter through
LeftBrain monoculturing
viral win/lose dominance
over marginalized
"disabled" RightBrain prominence
Of late Fall
sinful PatriCapital daze
in my chronic LeftBrain dominant
entertaining
homiletic hubris
My monotheistic sublime
mid-summer protagonist
of all unspoken monoculturing passion narratives
expecting,
anxiously anticipating
my personal StraightWhite Patriarchal
anthrosupremacist savior
A late Fall god-given
self-righteous entitlement
defensive about dubious undemocratic
unhealthy transcendent fertility
Taking more than my four square share
of EarthTribe's freezing ZeroSum
final regenerative inhale
rather than a NonZero
full-harvest gratitude exhale
To co-passion grandchildren's
regenerate healthy inhale
balancing passionately co-invested
forgiving exhale
Spiraling dynamically out
toward full-spectral
four seasonal healthy wealth
of cross-generational
restoring Earth's
lifetime emergence,
AnthroSacred
Balancing this compassioning
late Fall mountain moment
co-invested back toward inspiring
spirited spring
of my indigenous
bicameral
original natural/spiritual
EarthJustice bilateral wisdom
This win/lose LateFall day
is Not
THE END (yet)
My brook has grown
into an ocean.
Pearl-spot fish
have disappeared.
Instead,
sharks skulk around.
They see
my pocket,
not my heart.
They’re
democratically undemocratic.
Poetry is inedible.
Profit is
the sole default
in their thought-mechanism.
Shark morphing
petrifies me.
I wake up
from the dreamy life,
losing my serenity
in their serrated presence.
I turn
a tiny sardine,
ready to be swallowed.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Brother, you have no manifest destiny, except to treat your neighbor with love.
You say you fight for universal values, but who's to decide which values ought to
rule the Virgin Islands? Do you ever see the writing on the wall?
We fight Hitlers of our time with ferocious faith in democracy, but also with our
soft domino theory fashioning the world after our image, isn't that manifest arrogance? He who gives little in the end gives none at all. So be charitable with
your steadfast norms, that give you license to kill and to dominate, that fuel your expansionism.
Human folly resides in fake humility.
He who gives his body as a weapon for war is an imbecile who stands alone in the court of God, with the wrong steps of Abraham.
Remain lacking shame
release your pain
release your pain
find a new angle complain
release your pain
release your pain
Protest, petition
the re in your name
show no shame
show no shame
releasing your pain
Another new angle
Another campaign
Release your pain
Release your pain
Still unable to accept Brexit
and it all loops again,
Oh remain
Release your pain
3 years all the same
Oh remain, the elite you blame,
undemocratic you state,
the unelected again
release your pain,
Blame whom you wish
Think theories that explain
the simple fact is, democracy, the reason,
you the minority,
remain where is your shame,
where is your pride,
just let it slide,