There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
We loved videogames, Paul, Sam and me
Came up with an idea, started a company
Sales were good, but success was a curse
It started when the law said we must be diverse.
So we hired Mary, Chantelle, and Helene
But social media was their preferred scene.
Mary spent work time applying lotions
Helene said she was passed over for promotions.
Helene walked away with lots of dough
We settled her lawsuit, but it was a blow
Then we had to pay the business tax
Sam gave half our staff the axe.
Then the hydro plant fell to a progressive plan.
so salmon could swim upstream without a dam.
They built lots of turbines where trees used to grow
So our servers were down when the wind wouldn't blow.
Then Paul said that marriage should be between Adam and Eve.
An online mob descended like you wouldn't believe.
I told him to grovel, but we felt the sting
So I sold our patents to a guy in Beijing.
If you wonder why you can't get a job
Or the one that you got makes you feel like a blob.
Ask the idealists who care about all except you.
They're sitting at the levers, that self-righteous crew.
TODAY’S POLITICAL ATROCITIES
Coercive control,
Has become today’s new norm:
Liberties reduced:-
Democracy changed.
It is now only for the rich:
The poor must accept:-
Capitalism,
Is now in charge and controls
The country’s oppressed:-
How atrocious!
Pointificating greatness,
By going backwards:-
Want someone who’s good?
Can help your company make sale?
I could sell milk to a cow,
and for free I’d chuck in the pail.
I can make a pigeon buy scraps,
a snake part money for venom;
I am the silver-tongued cheque with a grin
who persuaded jeans to shop for denim.
So, you need some success?
Change that red line to black?
A leopard would order spots from me,
I’m not a run of the mill old hack.
The world can now see American Democracy fashioning the guiding principles and values that promote unity but the corrosive self-serving nature of Capital Power that runs co-lateral with it may never successfully coalesce.
While Democracy serves the Citizens Sovereignty, Capital Power serves only itself.
Only one can truly rule.
We might feel a bit too biased
About the communism doctrine
Though we won’t be too surprised
To find it’s the same old scheme
We were living through and through
Earning, spending, gaining weight
In a slowly moving queue
Checking in before it’s late
That’s what communism about
And its twin capitalism
Sadly they can’t live without
Their shared corruption scheme
Brother communism is cheaper
You don’t have to pay a lot
And in case you won’t look deeper
You can get most that you want
But you wouldn’t need too much
As the ones who think they’re free
We concur in such-and-such
With the reds to make our fee
Not too small, just by occasion
And for ages it’s the same
We could be a worthy nation
But the government’s too lame.
Equality was never ours to own,
It may have been free, but only for the privileged
Equality is just a word, without any meaning,
Just emptiness, for us, and a foreign dream
Equality for us was never meant to be seen
Used as bait for those, who are targets -
To this unfair scheme
freedom sold at a price -
A deal in exchange for our life,
A way to control and keep us quiet
They stole our rights, just like they stole our lands
Then used our pain to their advantage
Profiting off of the power they corrupted,
Whilst watching us for rights -
They allowed themselves to have for free,
Creating systems to uphold their policies
Equality is universal,
Yet, has been manipulated by the white man,
For capitalistic greed,
And ownership of power,
And now is a luxury, given only to a select few
A baas boy longing for his family uses the Morning Star as a point of reference and a guide for hope.
A Star/Steer poem
The distant star my guiding light shines down
on fields of labor hard and long.
A thousand miles from where my love is sown
I trace its beam and hum a silent song.
It knows the path my weary feet steer back
to the faces I hold so dear.
Does the same star watch over them tonight?
My wife,my children dreaming in the dark.
I pray it keeps them safe till morning light
and leaves upon their hearts a gentle mark.
I promise I'll journey home once more,
Sit with them on our humble floor.
Our laws are at best, temporary
for the SCOTUS can hear each appeal
And the ones which had once been decided
change again, with each new dirty deal
When the wealthy want new legislation
they refill their appointed Rep’s till
For America runs on the taxes
and the votes donors buy on The Hill
Our system is poisoned with money
as the votes are prepaid at campaigns
Afterwards, Congress files in the Chamber
to fulfill promised corporate gains
As the people live paycheck to paycheck
and appeal to their Reps in D.C.
All the capitalists label them
socialists
It’s unsure who the U.S. will be
Will the people who fund all the programs
choose a leader who knows how to fight
Or will we descend into darkness
where only the rich live in light
Their ships dot the oceans all over the world
armed with missiles and bombs for a fight
The two are opposed on every idea
each one thinks that their way is the right
But both are two sides of the same dirty coin
where money and power control
One uses carrot and one uses fear
different ways to achieve the same goal
The fascists all do it with physical force
as they threaten with violence and fear
A nation of robots to run into fires
they are pawns sent by kings, every year
The capitalists use a most different approach
as their power exists on the Hill
Where donors make laws via people we pay
and the taxpayers foot every bill
Both Parties are playing the same donor game
so the Congress is owned heart and soul
By the wealthy who sell all the products we buy
to have more is their permanent goal
The facade which America always projects
is unraveling before our eyes
The oil and the sugar and gun industries
the loopholes, legalese and the lies
The people are hungry for more than just food
they want fairness and truth in their lives
As a country so rich, has them stand on bread lines
to ensure that their family survives
they said work hard
keep your nose clean
stack your pennies like bricks
and one day
you’ll climb out.
but the ladder’s gone,
the hole’s deeper,
and the air tastes like metal.
soon there’ll be
a cast system—
you’ll be born tagged,
wired,
catalogued before you can scream.
they’ll weigh your blood
against a market index,
sell futures on your failures,
buy stock in your bones.
every hard hour
you break your back
will only push you
further into their registry,
a number on a glowing screen.
and when you spit blood
from the machine’s grind,
it won’t matter—
the algorithm already
owns your ghost.
dreams?
dreams are cheap liquor now,
poured in plastic cups
by the same hand
that stamps your barcode.
I am a Democratic Socialist
I believe that the People should rule
I believe that the taxes collected
should be used for each life-saving tool
For nobody gets rich on a island
and it isn’t just fortune or luck
It takes legislative-corporate corruption
it is capitalism, running amok
All those products the billionaires sell us
charging upgrades for every new year
Truth be told, if we just stopped the buying
it is they who would feel all the fear
For the rich only care about money
keeping Office is what Reps fight for
And the taxes we pay keep on feeding
the corruption that always wants more
Missing: Generic Brown Teddy Bear, and 6 year old
Bombs begetting bombs,
War mongers are safe and sound;
Others being bombed:
The bombing of others reaps
Bloody power over them
No matter who dies,
Nuclear war bombing pays off;
Bombs begetting bombs:
Millions spent creating bombs;
Trillions reaped from their bombings:-
War is a business,
Nuclear bombs produced and sold;
Low cost drones offered:-
War is for power;
So is capitalism:-
Just do the homework:
Democracy is one thing;
Power control, another:-
Watch the news on war today:
It’s about finance; not life:-
Why not target peace?!:
What peace reaps is beyond cost,
And invaluable:-
We all share in peace’s reaping;
Not just the power mongers:-
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
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