Automation
Reanimation
My Body a pain filled resume
I halt no mind
Exact
Traitors, move!?
Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.
Legislation
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference
Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom
Mandated registration for return
Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth
Circulation of the times
Of America
Objective as Coordinate
On a hill exists a house of tards.
We send them now.. Our worst regards'
They listen to foreign powers..
They work dark stuff.!
We must now invoke the constitution
For we have all had enough.!
God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.
God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.
Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
The Eighth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution
prohibits cruel AND unusual punishment.
It does not prohibit cruel punishment.
It does not prohibit unusual punishment.
It only forbids cruel AND unusual punishment.
Therefore, cruel punishment is totally constitutional.
So, too, is unusual punishment.
When I say this, some of my liberals friends are in total astonishment.
they come down on you
with their silver badges
and rusted hearts,
nightstick morality,
a fist of laws so tight
you can hear my knuckles crack.
they'll jail the hungry,
the weak, the lost
while their own hands stink
of greed, of white cocaine powder trails,
nights twisted up in back rooms
with drinks and dirty deals.
they call it credit card justice,
where a fee is charged,
just to use it.
they call it order,
but it's a dark laugh
that sticks in your throat
and leaves you sick,
unable to clear it.
CREATED to unite and govern
OFFICIAL Document for nations
NUMBER one point of reference
STATE, federal, and local
TIME sensitive and amendable
INCLUSIVE of all citizens
TIRRANY undesired and controlled
UNITY'S best hope
THE rule of law
IDENTIFIES goals and roles
ORGANIZES people for purposes
NATIONS should remain sovereign
DREAMS and destinies
AUTHORITY promotes longevity
YESTERDAY'S founding fathers
I walk into the darkness,
my Father holds my hand
Naked in Him barefooted
I see with my spiritual eye, dimension spirit realm
I hear with my ears, heavenly things
I touch with my soul, abundantly beings
Angels sing I can hear them calling
I walk not afraid, I am with my heavenly host
I walk not with a stranger, but with Jesus Christ
Elohim gives direction, pause, accentuation,
and even interruption
restoration constitution
Halleluiah
Selah
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
.....Stress prayer in the heart
in the home
in the you -
In the family, the temple, the closet
please do.
Stress prayer for the teacher
the searcher
the nation -
By a Priest and the Rabbi
or Pastor persuasion.
Stress prayer after school
your partner in strife -
Keep prayer and thanksgiving
first in your life.
God’s will is a choice, we’re free to debate -
He determines events: worship God, not the State.
My smiles just for the institution,
Which trifles not with constitution:
Brooks not the safest prostitution,
Defaulters starving restitution...
Institution that works with tuition
To minds prepare for intuition,
So that yesterday's Dumped Destitute
Is not today's Bitter Prostitute...
Institution tasting sweet Appeal,
No plans to Sacrosanct Laws repeal:
A body for Routine procreation
Of men with famished eyes on fruition.
That's institution for Rubber Stamp
None other ever served as the Lamp
There was a mighty head of state
who thought he was like God.
Within the prercincts of his house
all feared his heavy plod.
We now hear many stories,
some of which appal,
of crashing crockery on the floor
and ketchup on the wall,
and how the hand that held the helm
grabbed his driver's steering wheel.
Many a good ship did capsize
for want of a steady keel.
I
Our cry, silenced.
We watch the murder of our freedoms
Like spectators at a lynching.
Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out,
Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened.
High court corruption,
A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival.
In its myopic mendacity,
In its mockery of fundamental democracy,
We all take great comfort in knowing
A woman’s body is now state-regulated.
There is great solace in knowing how
Raped little girls will be forced to give birth.
II
Our cry, silenced.
Oh, see all the words never included,
Never even considered in the Constitution:
“Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.”
Too busy were the founders with tending
Their slaves in 1789.
Too busy they were in stealing land from
Native Americans.
The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims,
They never knew the word “Latinx.”
But something in the mischief of children
Tells us who we really are today!
Not when women were executed for witchcraft.
Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide
Like sausage.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/23/22
The idea that our founding fathers intended anyone over 18 to possess enough firepower to destroy the entire continental army of 1776 is absurd, arrogate and dangerous.
#repealthe2ndamendment
*Arrogate: to take or claim an illegal right.
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Some rights or your life?
The question's put to us all
What would be your choice?
We need to profile
Trading some rights for safety
Small inconvenience
To locate the nests
Of these cockroaches and to
Exterminate them
Arguing over
Our Constitutional rights
Is a waste of time
If our Forefathers
Could see us now, they would say,
"Destroy them all!"
Then we will have time
To live, to talk, to argue
To enjoy our rights
They fought for freedom
They gave us our civil rights
We can't let them down!
So called "intellects"
Who have over analyzed
The Constitution
Have caused us to doubt
What should be plain common sense
Thomas Payne would cry...
George Washington would
Be dismayed at how slow our
Nation was to act
Thomas Jefferson
And Benjamin Franklin would
Frown and shake their heads
But ghosts from the past
Can't lead us into battle
Can't save our future...
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