In Nigeria, obnoxious decrees seal my lips.
Edicts made and interpreted by rubber stamps
are enforced by judicial merchants and chief whips.
I risk going to the gulag and confinement camps
if I don't sugar coat fudging and deceit.
I must sugar-coat and seal my lips with sugar,
with the sweet lure of toadying that makes me bigger,
or unveil malfeasance and have my abrupt exit.
Each prerogative denied comes with a reward;
The prerogative of elusive energy
The prerogative of the residents' award
The prerogative of the school leavers' Energie
The prerogative of entitled wellbeing
The prerogative of mandatory instruction
elude all, but benefit few by decreeing.
Toxic decreeing of rationing and privation.
The misery of all benefits a select few;
A chosen cabal in the radar of government's view.
we engage in debate awhile
with the fundamentalistic eristic
he seeks to win and we are here for fun
head and heart lines do not intersect
what is truthful is not convenient
so let the impasse remain
inked with compassion
17-December-2022
Manufacturing dissent
The distance from Kirkenes to Murmansk is a bus trip, the Norwegian
often travel there to buy wine, vodka and other necessities.
The proximity of the two people has always been amicable,
it is not forgotten it was the Russian Army that freed northern Norway
from the German Nazi occupation; the job was done the soldiers marched home.
Lately, though, one read in newspaper both in Norway and foreign press,
a tendency to scatter conflict between the two countries to inject dissent
where there is none. This is manufactured and, I think NATO inspired
It is also contagious this will spread to other parts of Norway as people
tend to believe lies told many times until the lie becomes the truth
The amicable friendship must not fall prey to propaganda and destroy
the good relation Norway has with Russia.
The ancient times,
Buried the Genesis
Of today's psyches,
Recycled but deformed,
Stale and stinking-
Evolutionary idioms?
The visual décor
And the packaging
Of rotten,
Oh no, The heaven
Ruined with the billowing smokes,
Hiding the power of Sun,
Drumming the catastrophe.
During the campaign of 1860
a young girl wrote Abe Lincoln a letter
She told him he looked too boyish
to be Pres. With a beard, he'd do better
Lincoln gave it some thought and declared
She's right! I'm grateful someone cared...
Eight score years later, a brave soul told Mr. Trump
If he'd just wear a mask, his support would increase
But Mr. Trump didn't listen; he's no Abraham Lincoln
You know what happened: In the end he got fleeced
before barristers
bone-busting brouhahas broached
barbaric bedlam
comely charwomen
cringed contemplating cruel
commonplace cudgelings
dank dungeons deterred
disorderly drunken dolts
dissuading dissent
(Alliteration)
07/25/2020
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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.
Why People Do Dissent
You may be destructive being a dissident;
And you should obtain consent to dissent;
Not hit ceiling;
Be appealing;
Thoroughly understand what they meant.
Jim Horn
They're redefining sanctity,
Brutally enforcing harmony,
Encouraging the surrender of solidarity,
The best kept secret, our dichotomy.
Finally a moment of clarity,
After living so long for others,
Never again will I be longing,
For those sacrilegious tethers,
Breathing in the fresh air again,
After so long in the basement,
Healthy doses of the fair and even,
A welcome change from containment.
Trapped within,
My own country,
Sustained by subtle sin,
It's my resistance,
And my holy duty,
To discern the truth from malarkey,
I will resist,
And inspire righteous dissent,
For the truth shall set me free.
a choice without voice
in mental friction
to quell warlord spells
with true conviction
that lies shall disguise
our benediction
as force changes course
towards interdiction.
Domestic Dissent
Ashamed of their child’s becoming,
Who doesn’t deserve their divine respect
Give up on this self-righteousness already!
Why can’t you be like the other kids?!
We, are your parents!
Your “Constitutional rights” don’t apply!
Only my opinion deserves respect,
Only my opinion matters!
Choose a career for money,
That’s your new life goal
We, decided it was best for you
You cant care! You’re just a kid!
You shouldn’t be worrying about these things,
You don’t need to.
No, you’re the children,
You’re the ignorance,
You’re the censors,
Socialistic through administrative interest
Communistic through uniformity in naivety
You know,
I’ve met adults that pledged they would never become their parents,
They didn’t fulfill their vow.
“That’s the most horrible,
Terrifying thing,
When you realize you are just like your parents.”
I’ll follow through,
All you continuers of humanity out there,
Support your kin,
That’s all they want,
Support
Through,
Love
Understanding
Acceptance
&
A positive influence
Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.
She was always naked for him
bleeding babies upon the floor,
while he explored their cradle,
fingering walls absently--
assessing her foundation;
Momma prayed for simple things,
blankets and frigidity--
anything to create separation;
Where naked wouldn't matter
under the cloak of autonomy
and the only grasping thoughts--
would be her own.
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