Pierced-ear Despot's Con
Eve O' dent'd Null-Lux-Stars
Judes' Counter-Strike Rage
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Notes:
When The River Fails
credit the stone
that shapes your name
When The Mountains Flee
stagger the gold
that drowns the sea
At Close
disembark as the dust
into dark
O' Chastened Earth
MAY YOUR COUNTER-STRIKE RAGE
Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?
Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):
SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight
and
+0 (fullness):
ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue anthropocentric dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities
Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy
MotherEarth
laid to waste,
dark stark global disrepair.
Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences
DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.
ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.
Some call him Mr. President
some call him Mr. Trump
Now he also will be known
as Putin’s little chump
He’s broken every oath he took
each word he speaks, a lie
He whispers words of secrecy
just like a Russian spy
The leaders all around the world
now see him as a foe
Still in awe, of how a jewel
is now a horror show
He greeted a known villain
with a welcome mat of red
As countless bombs rained on Ukraine
and innocents lie dead
He stands against democracy
a puppet and a fool
Schmoozing with the devil
he is Putin’s favorite tool
So now it’s all left up to us
to stop this fascist swing
For we, the People, will not serve
a tyrant or a king
Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead!!
Some of afraid for democracy
Others, afraid of it
What with today’s 24/7 hypocrisy
My advice is ~ Just shove it
No Kings Day
Everyday
The fear I felt last November
Has
Swollen
Like a Hindenberg blimp directly
Overhead
Seconds from exploding
Time and space back to 1775.
How
Now sent troops’ marching feet
Bear a din, underscoring beat,
Compelling
Alarm
Urgently
To ask, to answer the question:
How might we align
our democracy against any
autocratic insurrection?
———————————
God bless us everyone
"Democracy is the way"
perhaps the greatest lie ever told
or so it seems through my African eyes
that have watched hope grow old.
They say elections bring freedom
that ballots are keys to chains
but I’ve seen the vote become a veil
while poverty still remains.
What fills the screens are polished lies
campaigns drenched in foreign languages
while behind the stage are hidden hands
and vaults packed out of sight.
Taking turns is never a kind of freedom
Promises wrapped in deceit
a rigged game played with loaded dice
where justice never takes a seat.
Peacefully they had marched on
Voices raised, not fists
Pleading for freedom,
For a chance to breathe without fear.
But what truly is freedom?
Is it worth twelve million displaced souls
Cities leveled into dust
And dreams buried beneath rubble?
What began as peaceful
Became a wound the world blinked past
Sores etched into memory
Scars broadcast, then forgotten.
The headlines have moved on
But the grief remains
Mothers still hold pictures
Fathers still dig with bare hands.
We all say we want peace
But does peace bloom from war
Or from compassion that costs us nothing?
Why must love be so rare it becomes rebellion?
They called it progress
But the last time I checked
Progress can't exist without justice
Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife
But we will always scream
No justice, no peace
We can't be silenced
Even if we have to use violence
You see the politicians using our graves
To boost their campaigns
'Forgetting' to mention our names
Then Simultaneously putting the blame
On us to reclaim
The narrative that we brought it on ourselves and say what a shame
All part of their sick and twisted games
Their fake sympathy
Is their way of being absolved from accountability
So they don't have to give an apology
But now they can create an anti black policy
For a country built off of slavery
Can't you see the irony
America claims its a democracy
A place where they claim you get treated equally
But really it's a place full of hypocrisy
Where democracy is for white people only
Shock!
unreal, unshaken disbelief.
Choice!
the people spoke,
democracy breathes.
What was promised—
a mirage,
a lie.
False hopes built to divide,
now shattered,
leaving many wide-eyed,
denied,
unrecognized,
lost in the wreckage of the unexpected.
Post 2-0-2-4
A reckoning.
A trauma.
A truth too sharp to ignore.
MAGA folks, with Trump are mostly delighted
Democrats up in arms, yet affrighted
Is Trump dealing democracy a ‘death blow’
or just displaying ‘common sense,’ you know
Who to ask? Ted Cruz? Nancy Pelosi? Chuck Schumer? JD Vance?
~ How about Nikki Halle or Mike Pence?
Democracy in a Coffin”
They wrapped the flag around his mouth,
called it freedom,
then shot him for speaking.
The ballot box bleeds ink and oil,
votes drowned
in rivers of silence.
Statues stand on broken backs,
names carved in stone—
not to honor,
but to forget.
Children chant anthems
in empty classrooms,
their futures auctioned
for one more war,
one more lie.
This isn't a nation—
it's a graveyard
with borders.
If time of bad desire
Sits its rejection then,
It has crossed the limit.
When government gets err,
People suffer with rage.
If their rights neglect
Electing leaders by money
Tampered, pre-meditated
Betrayed by ill digital,
What democracy we expect
What progress we proceed
Sooner it invite violence.
The good is being assailed
For good men done nothing.
What do evil will do here
But to steal, to kill
Eventually, to destroy.
Everything hinder its path
Is obliteration, painful.
That sour grip is winning
Pomp into power, ill glory.
It's disheartening to core
Democracy is a distortion
Of too much bad influence
Greediness and lavishness
Die with your ill system
One day grave will hate
Patriots who died echoing,
With a loud voice rebuking,
Cursing, yell of nationalism
Saying, what have you done
Intellectual, youth of pride
People of good moral, wiser
What face our country has
What future for next gen
Where is free moral agency
What have you contribute
What have we as people.
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
When you're afraid to speak, you sell your rights for nothing
You sell your conscience, your soul and country for nothing
When you're afraid to express yourself, you don't subsist
You're no longer alive, you're dead, and you no longer exist.
Writers, poets, professors, professionals, teachers and students
Be not afraid to say something, to tell the truth, to tell it like it is
Language is the easiest form of communicating, say it with ease
Say it like brave beings and have no fear to face the elements.
When you speak, say it loud, with all your might, force and soul
Speak like a Hero. Be brave, be fair, be just, and be strong and bold.
Copyright © September 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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