Creative souls flourish.
While others try to kill spirit of freedom .
A fascist dictator cuts off the hair of the beloved Rapunzel. She no longer lets her hair down.
Hansel & Gretel are locked inside a cage no more days of skim boarding or sunsets by the canyon.
Walt Whitman is saddened by this oppressive state .
Children are craving fun & imaginative experiences; while an iron clad fist relishes in madness .
The universe is infinite
Boundless and endless
But we men have limited life spans
As the extinction of some species
Like the dinausaur,the dodo
And the passenger pigeon
But we men have limited power and wealth
We are small and insignificant
We can't rule the world
With dictatorship or hegemony
Wealth and natural resources on earth
Are to be shared
And so the gifts from our Almighty God
Men's greed will not end up the infinite world But themselves
And maybe the extinction of
Some wild species and natural resources
We are the people, did you know,
Better be ready, do feel it so.
But, to keep you accurate to, you!
We live in a human world;
Where sin is thick, judgments clouded;
In a world that's full of hate;
The people were shouting.
People are boasting about themselves:
In prideful ways, they'll soon regret;
The things they've said in their vanity.
Racial slurs are happening everywhere:
We as people cannot move forward;
Because we lost to our hast;
Such sorrow to see this happening in despair.
Who gives the right for such arrogance to bear:
I know of one, which soon will be here;
Please give it a guess, then wait and see.
I see people for who they are:
They have but one color in my eyes;
That's the color of love, for all to reside.
Our times now find us to this:
New World Order, a dictatorship;
They want their citizens to bow to them.
But, to the contrary:
I bow to no one, but One;
Our Father in Heaven, and I love Him so.
Catalyst
Speeds up a chemical reaction
While defence, suspicion, defiency and greed
Of dictatorship
Speeds up an outburst for war
Between man and man
Country and country
There are many reasons to start a war
But there is only one reason
To prevent
To halt
And to stop it
And that reason is simply called
Peace-loving
Parading imposing and charming
the model displayed her pretty-looking
but parading, cruel task
hungry model had no bask
they gave her lettuce leaf, for not starving
The production of man
has not been good for our lands
We are losing our girth
and that’s not good for Planet Earth
The destruction of our lands
which was making us grand
does not help Mother Nature
as our future is turning to sand
Our lands use to be sound
with all elements doing their part
but with the dictatorship of man
they just roll down our heart
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.
have flat head
to receive hailstones
grow big chest
to carry rocks
borrow rubber feet
to step on thorns
possess stitched mouth
to sing in silence
Is it not what people wrote
The problem
But the interpretation
Of those who choose
To use it
For there own twisted ideology
Because they can't come up
With ideas of there own
Every Dictator creates
A vision which there predecessor
Would turn in there grave
Justifying
Who are you to say this is how I should write?
No rhyme scheme on this, but I just baked this frustration cake so have a bite
Seriously no categories, this is what my heart said I should recite
Certain poets claiming superiority, please that does not excite
Listen, I won't come down instead I will let these words forcefully flow on this site
I write what's in my heart, isn't that the reason for this site?
This is all I do to get past my dark days, so please don't tell me how to write
What I need is a comment that's just right
If i'm stepping on toes then we still have a long way before we get this dance just right
I'm in love with writing, interference and i'm ready to fight
So who are you to say this is how I should write?
Stop complaining and create your own site or just fly a kite
Whatever you do decide, don't interfere with the diversity of this site
I'm just pouring out my frustrations on top of the soup with no intention to fright
I don't go by the norms, that's just me being polite
They have 50 years
Of emergency law in Syria
And counting
The president is an intelligent man
He has no answer for the protest marchers
The bullets will turn on him
Soon
The choices dictators make
Are not always made for a life
To retire at the swimming pool
Your Tirane
Will not last!
I will end
Your chest's legacy.
I will Overthrow
Your kisses,
And your lips' irony.
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