I hear voices in my head,
I touch pain
On every television
Except the typical symbols
Of hegemony
Except in a white building
Miles and miles away,
I touch pain!
For every leaf that falls,
Swallowed by the burning hell
From the mighty birds
Of weird names F 16, F 35...
I hear these voices,
We hear these voices -
Miles away, node in unison,
"The world rules order" Has exemptions
I wake up with a heart hurt
Deeply as though resting on safety pins,
Miles and miles away -
A voice in Downing Street
Sings a weird song
" A right to defend itself"
Uproots 37+ younger leaves daily,
Shame officially abolished
In the self proclaimed democracies -
Is humanity this wicked?
Is mainstream media this cheap?
Should religion blind us this deep?
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Impartial
litigation is what
sustains democracies
Kangaroo courts are what
sustain tyrannies
Does the judge
represent the rule
of law or the decision
of an autocrat?
Tyranny flourishes
when decent people
do nothing
Those defending
the dictator
pirouette with a
nonchalant indifference
as the tappers stamp
defending their case
for justice with a determined
fierce percussion
With their hands in the air
The jurors must make their
decision, observing, confusion,
is there a resolution?
What shows a judge’s gavel impatience
Ultimately, we the jury are the people
Autocracy or democracy?
it’s lonely standing outside the cage
with the left of centre attitude
as
the majority look upon
with disdain
whatever happened to freedom of expression?
the darkness casts no shadows
now that
the sold dream has morphed
into a nightmare
and
the path to dystopia
is starting to get worn
populism has become
democracies illusion
when opinions expressed
go against the grain
whatever happened to
freedom to free speech?
a muzzled voice can’t scream
so they just point
and silently laugh
at the different
but who is laughing?
behind the light the fork tongue speaks
through blinded eyes and closed ears
they perceive it to be true
the oils blackness has now seeped
the 21st century plague has eaten
the jelly brains now blindly follow
question not
when the alarm bell rings
they all stop to sing
its tune
and those standing left of centre
are looked upon with disdain
whatever happened to the right
of having a different opinion?
The face of tyranny hides in the dark
Waiting in silence with a watchful eye
Strategically vying to hit its mark
Autocracies born as Democracies die
Misinformation is the soup of the day
A dictator's plan to keep us divided
To ensure that our freedom is here to stay
It's up to citizens to stand united
Some grow big bellies
in front of the tele
idle and fuming
small minds never see big pictures
Now I do confess
bombing women and children
is not Biden's best moment, a failed test
nor all democracies of the west
Anyone is better than
an orange criminal with no morality
he has bankrupted himself, a plenty
Id not give him the keys, the pantry raided empty
As far as the Union, I must confess
before Biden, my net worth was a palsy seventy eight million
now is one hundred twenty four million and counting
a dilemma for sure, at what cost, I must address
I'd give it all away, if we stopped the bombs, the duress
We all crave peace in the Middle East
and an end to the war in Ukraine..
World democracies huddle to stop
the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim.
We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer
where death and destruction now reigns.
We empathize with their agony thru daily doses
of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains..
As it tears at our hearts we can do a small part to
bring peace to our planet again..
We must weed out all thoughts of anger from loss until
light in our heart remains.
Just one small thing at least, as we pray for world peace
at the dawn of each new day..
When we get our thoughts right and our heart candle's bright,
we may lighten some lives far away.
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I fear for Nigeria my country
I fear for the giant of Africa
I fear for God’s Master piece
I fear for a country that is always
Trapped in the web of its convoluted misery
I fear for a country perpetually
Enmeshed in trial and error
Instead of pragmatic leadership selection
That would launch her into
The orbit of advanced Democracies
That providence has thrust upon her
The Nigerian masses have spoken
Loud and clear in their choice
But the forces of criminality
Which have held the country down perpetually
Have begun another macabre dance
To truncate the will of the people
God is a Nigerian and has set in motion
A divine rescue mission
Greater than the Red Sea experience!
Members of the legion, warming up
Cold weather of the region, blowing up
Advocacies permeated and rolled with dice
Democracies under water, frozen like ice
The Underdog
The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long
The status quo, the elite were sharing,
Didn’t return as expected
World order in the balance, at tipping point
All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat
The world banked on democracies defeat.
Ukraine is still standing
Punch drunk but aware
The aggressor and expected victor being
Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers
Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll
Recover and order will return.
But that’s long gone. The plan was three days
Until the end. They waited until conspicuous
And then had to act. Delayed delivery while
words dripped blood down the wall.
Fortunately, principled countries are literate.
When it’s over; the delaying guilty
Will pretend, it’s the right result.
Of which it is for the underdog.
Behind the scenes, in the corridors of
Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and
Costs will be counted.
Forever gone the good times; never be the same.
But when victory comes even the doubters and
Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine!
David Cox 05/08/22
2008
A year full of Wonderful dreams
Where there is a clarion call to answer
How many times called and answered
A year of successive democracies?
How successive?
A transition?
Where everything speaks freedom
From a time long ago in the mid millennium century
The year was 2008 where we were reborn
And we were levitated to another level of development and thought
The year was 2008
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
WIKILEAKS
We made a decision! Secrecy is evil!
So we reveal the secrets of our democracies
(they probably won’t kill us if they catch us)
Our leader’s face is visible, public, smug,
and confined to a foreign embassy! You have
no idea who we are!
For your sake, of course, we share stolen secrets
with dictators, tech firms and people we don’t
even know! We expose the surveillance scheme,
the diplomatic lie, the unauthorized weapon but
our bleak revelations are a moral black hole:
What is secret or hidden, whether for better or worse
is revealed by a cadre un-elected and unknown!
You have no idea who we are! You have no idea
what to believe!
We do this for you! Secrecy is bad! You have no
idea who we are! Do you trust us yet?
Hey! Do you trust us now?
democracy: latin roots- philososphy of/as popular civility
- to take away confusion
usa - un-united states of americans
- under statedly artificial
advanced democracies represent the peoples...
via mixed populations of/amongst the peoples...
with several federal parties for/of the peoples...
seeking universal health care for all the peoples...
as a true beginning to equal rights for all the peoples...
voting is NOT for wall-street-clams claiming "we...we're...numero uno
stan sand
Today...
I watched in horror as insurrectionists,
[hooligans and terrorists]
stormed our nation's capital.
While chaos reigned, I was afraid
our republic was slipping away
at the hands of a radical few.
I feared this nation might perish
like democracies of ages past
for lack of patriotic courage.
I wondered if America would ever sing
again the songs of liberty,
know the peace of unity.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Revised and Edited on January 17, 2021
~ January 6, 2021 ~
What good can come
from the malevolence of today
Our jaws dropped to the floor
as insurrectionists held sway
Our faith in our institutions shattered
and, yes, in ourselves too
To handle the transition of power
like democracies do
Staying angry won't help
Instead we can learn a couple of lessons
To run 'by the book,' tightly-supervised elections
~ and never to let anyone with our capitol be messin'
Threatening priceless life,
Murdering rival's wife.
The meanest of strife,
For election victory staining the knife.
In the white man's world, somewhat unthinkable
And if it's their energy ship, assuredly sinkable.
A pillaging of property
And pushing of political opponent to poverty,
The electorate rubbishing his vote:
With criminals dumped in the same boat
Via rainy flows
Of body - damaging blows
Always offering indecent job
To the muscularly strong
From the unemployed throng
Leaving democracies to sob.
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