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Echoes of Leadership

Amidst the noisy world,
A unique character is bound,
Every creature has a sound,
A little moment shared, will find.

A day cold and drizzly,
Folks remain warm and sturdy,
Thin icy drops cheer their voice,
A dense squall amplifies the noise.

A rough buzz in the debate ground,
Eyes glued to the stand,
A diverging array of political discourse,
Convincingly, to retire the crowds’ doubts.

Cheers

Much Ado, a Nihil Brew

In the war of words, tongues wag,
Wit and jest, lies and insults, haggle for traction,
joining the ragtag rabble of riffraff chaff
blowing in the wind, littering the ground with trash.
Rumors spun, deceptions woven into a shroud of deceit.
There's so much ado, no adieu, nor regret
in the cauldron of a nihil brew
boiled to an amorphous spew
bubbling chaotic

Kamala Means Lotus Flower

stepp'n down from presidency ~Kamala, de facto nominee

Kamala means lotus flower~accent on Ka,' Zen power

top of the ticket changed~ but the message remains the same
                              

The Geneva campaign

Some responsible humans, are beating a path to 
A nondescript country' may they focus real heat.!
On the coldness we know of' how much more hides away?
Is there love in that nation; maybe those native will say.?
I would they will come out in welcome? flowers to place.'
Before these good spirited visitors, who care; all's not to

POTUS' Campaign Pitch

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Promocions Promo ad campaign

"The Pranration Trophy"
                                              And The
     

Hate's Campaign

The world is changing in a profound way,
by the philosophy of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say;
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are indispensable to hate's campaign.

Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, so folks don't even realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray,
persecuting any

All His Demands Are Foreign

The way Mark does his Campaign,
The way he drinks his champagne,
Manner of smiling at Pain
And what he says after Gain:
Nothing Black: all through ''White''!
Mark's smacked lips he would leave tight...

In Mark's Black life the Whites reign,
All his voiced demands foreign:
The movies he wished he'd seen,
The countries he dreamt he'd been:
In Mark's world "no worthy being";
The

Political Campaign Poetrix

Apparently opened book
     Machiavellian sleight of hand
      political campaign dispute

Presidential Campaign

politician
holds and kisses pig
Iowa

Election

You got a vote in your hand 
You got human right
You got justice
You got a will
At this very moment
Everything is in your hands 
At your fingertips
But you become hesitate
The candidates are strange to you
Political campaign is only a glimpse
Canvassing is unbelievable 
You have no reference
There is no evidence
All along you're blind to politics
And the surroundings
You're

Those Who Campaign For Peace

Those who campaign for peace
Glimpse its World of Bliss 
But painfully this miss, 
As men sometimes at Peace hiss. 

Those who, sue for Peace
Think war “The Messiest Piss”
A friend with a preaching pamphlet
He would read from his toilet… 

But should one see only Peace?
Doesn’t such render it a cheap piece?

I’m reminded of a fond niece

Saving Face Campaign

Nonviolent designers 
of Public Service Announcements

Like "STOP"
smoking
shooting up
drinking
trashing
burning
ignoring various morbid diseases
sinning
sundry mental/spiritual pathologies
unsafe behavior

And feeling ugly
smelling
bad sexing
eating crap
unsafe touching

Undeclaring vengeful killing wars
Straight White Male supremacy
ecofeminist confused agendas
greens
reds
whites
blues
browns
blacks

Lust
rust
greed
going to seed

All these STOP campaigns
seem to miss my pointed
loser experience
that aiming for what makes me right now happy
is, perhaps, a long-term disgrace

So, what I aim for
instead
is whatever lies
and

The Campaign

CAMPAIGN
Ngalia! ngalia! ngalia! again
Today with an imploring tone
"Barabara nimeunda choo nimechimba"
Stomach above the brain underneath
This time on luxurious Benz
For real no sincere tearing dance
Your vote a contra s' rampant.

I pray your votes ndugu  z'nguni
your  fellow hustler I deserve
To discharge the mandatory reserve
Even the LORD attests above
"kama sisi ma-hustler."

Time to piss you say on

Another Campaign

Another campaign ~
 More hopes down the drain

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