On his watch no attacks on Israel or Ukraine
Yet they say he has no ‘smarts’ or brains
The border was quieter, illegal immigration down
Though my Congressman called it ‘fascistic clampdown’
Taxes cut, the economy hummed right up to the pandemic
Vaccines enabled at warp-speed quelled the epidemic...
A difference clearly defined 'tween a woman and a man
which eludes so many Dems as they celebrate ‘trans’
Elites so uneasy when Trump shoots from the lip
as if they don't engage in brinksmanship
And for those who despise DJT for his sexual forays
Bill Clinton was no altar boy, nor was JFK...
The media promotes Trump Derangement Syndrome ~
We 'deplorables' want to protect our families and homes
“But seriously”
Said the mouse
“I don’t eat much.”
“But Seriously”
Said the Lobbyist
“It won’t cost much”
“But seriously”
Said the Congressman
“How much is too much?”
“But seriously”
Said the toddler
“do you not know what happens
“IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE”
©7/22/2023
Social Commentary
Injustices in the land
Spreading like wildfire
Burning, burning down the wires
Of discrimination and bias at hand
While quick fixes are a way to go---
All this and more in the American way.
Write down your gripes to your congressman!
As they sit on their hands doing nothing
Not making one move or just do something.
Before the damage is done
And the blood runs through the land
While many died in the American way.
The poorest of poor with no food
While the rich fat cats' stuff their pockets
And the law not doing what they should.
To keep the peace across the land
Shooting their guns like rockets
Killing off those who don’t look like me---
While many died the American Way.
There’s a child dying
From some poison they swallowed
While those who steals and always lying
Then blames it on another.
Just to the American Way.
All the world is a stage
And we are the players
So, are you ready to play?
12 Jan. 2022
The Vietnam War came immediately into my mind
And how sad it was, because so many young men died
They were innocent, many between eighteen and twenty
The rest of us lost our innocence too as they were returned
in flag-draped coffins.
I was a teenager when I became aware of the Vietnam War
My boyfriend had to sign up for the draft; there was no choice
Unless you had a congressman or a senator in your family.
It was a sad time. Folk music was slow and dreamy.
We were talking about flower power, wearing bell bottoms.
The hippies developed as a protest against the establishment.
We were singing folk songs that reflected our sadness.
Where have all the flowers gone to me represented our innocence.
We were never innocent again after the Viet Nam War.
A congressman expounding democracy
gives speeches eschewing autocracy
But at home he's a sheikh
letting no one else speak
making his world safe for hypocrisy
1/28/22
Politicians
Congressman, Senators, Mayor's, Governors
In city, states presently
Now and in the past tense
Yesterday's voted in governing
The land while in the voting booth
We pencil in our choices
Who will lead us
2/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015
I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious form
Questions about federal budgets, deficits and ****
What did I think about ISIS and fair taxes?
Would I choose gun control, baby killings or free college classes?
It would only take fifteen minutes he promised
To complete the survey so he could keep Congress honest.
Filling each and every circle
Until my pencil gripping fingers turned shades of purple.
Support a cut in Medicaid?
No more Senior raises in boxes soon they’ll be laid?
Give illegals the right to vote?
Make marijuana a legal tote?
English language must be spoken?
Attacks on Christians are not a joke?
Health care for all?
And who will pay?
At last the political questions were at end
Just fill out the last questions about me and send
Address zip code and age were easy
The next question made me queasy
Could not ask my deceased Father or Mother
White- Black- Hispanic- Asian or Other?
No American Indian I suppose
A large building burns,
black-clad thugs dance around it,
reporter stands in front of flames
claims they are ‘peaceful’ protestors.
A courthouse surrounded,
lasers used to blind officers,
fireworks shot at building,
media claims they’re ‘peaceful’ protestors.
City-blocks ruled by thugs,
terrorized citizens watch children shot,
mayor sides with the traitors,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.
State democract congressman attacked
outside of the capital itself,
the news downplays it still,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.
Women driving home on her car,
surrounded by ‘protestors’ with clubs, guns,
they attack her car, smash her windshield,;
fears for her life, she hits the gas to escape,
thugs are hurt, media claims, ‘Right-wing extremist! Nazi’
…?
…!
Eff these lefties. They stopped being ‘protestors’ a long time ago. Lock
them all up.
Marching into the wind
Find the issues within
Pop outta your bubble
Get into good trouble
If you feel you are right
Never fear a fair fight
Blessed be this brave land
In truth we will all stand
Tribute poem for John R. Lewis, U.S. Congressman/ Social Activist 7/30/2020
Spirits of the living mingle with the dead
Nightly, joining hands to march through Selma
Dr. King, their leader, the first called home
Returns to preach peace through understanding
On streets where emotions refuse to rest
Brother John’s soul, the last to depart
Forever linked to this spectral caravan
Listen and you’ll hear their songs and prayers
Rising in unison from steamy streets
Hopeful voices, Seraphim of Selma
* Posted July 19, 2020, on the passing of Civil Rights icon Congressman John Lewis.
N/A in Brian Strand's Completely New contest, judged 7/17/2020.
Congress had the decency
To INQUIRE into Chavin's brutality
(It is not all police are fascist thugs!)
Philonise said Chavin planned it
(Congressman Nadler was shocked)
"They worked at the same club,"
George Floyd, aka Perry
Was friendly, "spoke to everyone,"
He was a Security Guard, George was
To be cuffed & held - knee on neck - so long :
NO SIGN WORDS GOT PAST CHAVIN's ear, heart :
"Yes, premeditated," said Philonise Floyd
Testimony before congress
Peace-lovers, love-writers, what U gonna say now?
R-adiance
O-f
D-awn
A-ims
N-ot
T-o
E-rase
M-orn
A-s
R-ays
C-reate
O-ne
L-ight
E-ager
T-o
A-ppear
Topic: Birthday of Congressman Rodante Marcoleta (July 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In my head politics are crazy
The rich ones way to get more cash
Senators and congress lazy
In my head
It is a bit hazy
I vote for my Great Aunt Maisey
She eats her food up in a mash,
In my head
Politics are crazy
The rich ones way to get more cash!
Barking dog, siren, and boom box
Are among the top voter squawks
There's no solution
To noise pollution
But your Congressman says money talks!
When the majority is accustomed to having their say,
it's a shock to the system when it's no longer that way
Dwindling numbers has turned the majority into the minority
Welcome to my world,
where having your voice heard is an exercise in futility
Go grab a megaphone,
or dial some digits
See if you catch your congressman or woman
and tell them something's horribly wrong
The deal is this:
You were the majority,
now you're the minority
The numbers tell the story,
and numbers never lie
I know it's a shock to the system:
Either rage against the machine,
or sit at home and quietly cry
You found a nice piece of real estate,
and were the prime time share owners for a long time
Deal with it,
a new group has come in,
and their numbers are not on the decline
It has to be a shock to the system,
has you feeling like you're Frankenstein
911 is the number you call,
when you think you've witnessed a monstrous crime
Welcome to my world,
being a minority ain't all bad
But if you're use to being number one:
it's a shock to the system,
when you've been demoted to second class
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