For decades the old USSR tried
With propaganda b.s. and spies
But Americans stood firm
'Gainst Rssia's socialist germs
Now’s the capitalists' turn to ask Why
What happened you dont like my new poem??
Thats too bad i guess truth hurts really bad, but i stand by my opinion that this country is hell and not built for true souls who have voice but rich
capitalists who got no voice but pay their way through life it must be nice to hurt people
wake up call is what is coming our way this is not democracy but billionaires planning to have it only their way they gave us social media to make us happy and it looks like it actually worked we are all bought off by tik tok, facebook, and all the nonsense that comes with it. Why is everyone so comfortable with this, it isn't good, this is created confusion and illusion
we took the bait along with low income wage
is there anyone alive and aware or i am the only one. Dont be offended, its ok you'll get over it!
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
Compensation is given only as much
as the market price decides;
even if a lifetime has passed,
mixing blood and sweat into the soil
to build a home or a field—
the value of blood, the value of sweat
is not determined,
there is no price for them in the market.
Compensation is not given even for the nests
hanging on the trees, for the broken
eggs, for the dying newborn birds
either; the lush green grass
that is life for some creatures,
some shelters that lie
beneath the clusters of trees—
but compensation
for them too is not given.
The winds too receive no compensation;
wind, water, and life have no rights—
these are for the sake of the country,
whose true meaning the capitalists understand.
They have the right
to buy all shelters
for just one rupee.
Compensation will be borne by the country;
the country has no right
to take the full price.
Whatever was given to whomever,
even that much is fixed for them;
the rest is their right—
those whose names it is not my right to take.
Exploitation is the dream of the class that governs,
Capitalists are friends of the class that governs.
Every economy desires salvation desperately,
Does all it can to earn profit desperately.
Forces are trained for devils and enemies,
Cursing poor civilians like devils and enemies.
Exploiters call themselves lucky through ways tricky,
The rules are made to keep the system lucky and tricky.
The system of governing is slowly captured by the greedy,
People of the society serve their friends, the greedy.
The blood of innocent creatures satiates the hunger of,
Devils who hide themselves in cloth worn half.
Slogans are made to show the emptiness of mind,
Programs are developed by exploiters of a devilish kind.
The bombs drop less on targets but more on hospitals,
Houses, schools and news talk through stories of hospitals.
Paradoxical revolution
Enough of this, I have been standing still far too long
I shall become revolutionary, not murmur descent
For fine-tuned ears, no, I will scream my hatred to
the ruling elite with a megaphone, cultured dancers
Delight, amaze, waving a wand like I'm a magician, and
wish for the capitalists to sink under the sand
I shall spare no one, least of all the friendly billionaire
the only wealthy man whose flaws are open
For you to discover, he is a poet of the heart, and his businesses are a sideline while waiting for the magic
of words
I shall demand that Facebook and X must stop selling
Smut, they will be closed down
Get me right, an equal society must become unequal
for the sake of the common good.
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu
The Trumpet of Parrots
Patriots rally to the trumpet sound,
its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed.
Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned,
their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed.
They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars,
while hissing hypes to mask the stench of greed.
Their chorus of lies taints Venus and Mars,
who like pawns follow blindly the king’s lead.
Their victims vilified and ridiculed.
Protesters branded as dregs of the state,
by troops of diehards loathsome and unschooled,
As crony capitalists preach their hate.
So, mark the flock that flaps where conscience sleeps:
A nation full of parrots gently weeps.
The sky fell mercilessly and tornadoes fury was landed
The earth caved where seeds of new crop, a farmer had planted.
In recession, the capitalists made a fortune
and the deprived were left with debt and burden
In moments triumphs were not of those who had toiled hard
but those who were able to play the fluke card
The rain did not fall in the barren land
and the army fired at the innocent & unmanned
The aging parents lost their bread winning child
And the winter at the refugee camps was anything but mild
The father hit the mother in front of her young children very violently
The forest fire cost every house on the ground blatantly
The privileged were given more favours and opportunity
The humble were provided with disappointments and ambiguity
A family slept hungry again another night
A child was left alone in fright
The pups were treated by their caretaker unkindly
All because someone treated their loving friend badly!
Dearest,
I know we agreed
to practice stretching our compassion
to include those we actively loath,
and I have been trying
but...
Yes, I know,
it's difficult to out-trump Trump's
apparent toxicity,
with benign integrity
without appearing morally comatose
So,
what have you come up with?
maybe it could work for me as well
When my Republican friends
ask me for feedback,
which happens maybe...
...well, never
I go with
I have noticed that Mr. Trump's
emotional intelligence
and his generous talent for ignoring hypocrisy
are unimpeachable.
Which could mean
his lack of enlightenment
and his lack of integrity
are not, in and of themselves,
impeachable offenses
And it could mean
his sinister affective intelligence
and tenacity
remain unquestioned
by other self-righteous
AntiFeminist Capitalists
As they speak amongst themselves
inside EarthTribe's
Straight White Privileged
Men's Room.
Why is it?
the louder
and more ballistic
my self-righteousness
offensively becomes
The more
at night
I feel self-loathing,
when all is quiet
except dark ruminations
filling my silent bedroom
overwhelming my mind
and body.
Why is it?
we RightWing worry
that nonviolent communication,
too lovingly applied,
would leave us defenseless
against colonizing predators?
And do not worry enough
about LeftWing social anxiety
chronic worrying trauma tales
of violent communications,
too profoundly
ubiquitously applied,
leaving us offensively polarized
by inside fascist autocratic hate
hoarding angry power
and fear filled paralysis?
While unallied corporate fat cat
capitalists,
sell defense industry prophylactic lies,
mad ecocide
predicting global anthroprivileged
demise.
Our inhumane history of violence
leaves uncontested
a healthy silent mystery
of preference
for compassionate personal experience.
Amenica land of the brave land of the slave
Once proud once true
Amenica land of the sick land of large land of poison
Amenica beauty destroyed entombed with lies
Leading the sheep to slaughter
Amenica proud no more Hollywood in your head
Brain cells all dead eating yourself to extinction
AMENICA a photocopy of the capitalists disease big fat joke
A disgrace to the human race
I thought I would take a poke
And you can't make decent beer
BIDEN for president Amen.
I
Capitalists sell prayers and hope
From China, PRC, to you and me
In images and words: forward these
To all your contacts - such positivity
Yet we hear, embedded spyware
Comes with readymade China prayer
To Jesus or more often, "the Universe"
II
LORD, I owe my all to thee
My two children from a first marriage
And my current, S. African family
Blended families have challenges
Yet, You allow us all to share (Time)
- often at the last minute, LOL
As some youth seem to upset a schedule
To see they still have "love & first place" -
Jesus, help our youth, parents, guardians
Without thy Hand, we will fail more
In duty, stewarship, responsibility
To people, planet, parents-to-be
Bless this Day, this year; save us, purify us for GLORY ( amen)
One pastor spoke against "fwd-ing" messages
From WhatsApp, without knowing the source
In prayer, the character of the intercessor
Is as important as Trinity, God, subject of PRAYER
The brown bear
During Yeltsin years when he sold Russia down the river
People in the west loved the brown bear
we patronized the Russian as vodka swilling village idiots.
The cuddly bear died, and a steely-eyed fox to the helm
and the Russians was no longer cuddly.
The Russian federation was no longer willing to play
the game ascribed by the western press no longer willing
to be pushed around and laughed at.
Putin, the fox, turned Russia into a modern state that has
a modern army that is powerful if stirred by the west.
Russia wants peace but does not like the encroachment
by NATO/US, that is like Indians in western movies
encircling the wagons.
Putin, president of Russia, vilified by the western media
and the EU, ain’t forgiving
even the capitalists know this and stalk carefully.
Serene sky, scattered clouds reflecting
on the waves of eternal sea
Everywhere dark green as far as the two eyes can see
What time did you draw the picture of peace?
Infinite sky
Scattered clouds in the waters
of the serene sea
Dark green as far as the two eyes can see
What time did the painter draw
the picture of peace?
What a horrible silence it is
inside this vastness of the world
What a brutal silence has gripped
the throat of this planet
The trees, creepers and herbs fade away into numbness.
Life has everything but why there is
no fascination, no speech?
But I know the truth --word is almighty!
Life flows through innumerable rhythms
So dark blue! The sky is so dark blue.
What's an infinite silence is as impassive as God!
This is what is happening all over
the world today
Terrible waves of water, sea also soundless!
Perhaps they're roaring somewhere
Where echoes their noise?
The world of capitalists bloodshed
in the lure of cash
What a sadness -silence in.His heart?
Life is busy with worshiping false god
Mad after God-entertainment competition
Where are you, the painter? What pictures are you drawing? ¦
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