Please, remain calm Resident:
Just for the New President...
I can see in his tenure
That farms shall meet rich manure,
Farmers quite huge bags procure,
Less of farm losses incur,
Sick plants and animals free cure
And, first, economy, cure!
So, relax Tense Resident:
You shall have Sweet President...
One who shall fight Man's failure,
Close Office of Sinecure:
Keep saying "Not my tenure!"
Allow to stay: Manicure,
Not embarrass Pedicure,
Orders that their taxing sure,
To not escape same Coiffure...
President for 'The Long Poor'
Not included Roadside Whore;
Against her shall go to war,
Tell her to her face "She's raw"
And her kicking out in store...
Means, therefore, all residents
Need to cheer up dissidents.
Who is worthy to challenge the wrongs
He spoke on the air
With connection they heared
With language they understand
He proclaim the ainful manners in him
Spoke the stones of words in him
To quell misused powers
Sending lives to uncoming journey
He spoke the word
Into the eardrum for man to act upon
No one is ready to make the words meaningful
To these barbaric in nature living
The demagogue never delve into the words
The fire has gone out
Who will quench it?
The man has be bruise
The fire-hood of this world
Is for only those who can take heart
To be brave and endure
The pain of the world
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.
She knows
To well
Her country
Irina Ratushinskaya
Its people
He sprouts
The truth
Mohammed Abbou
They don’t want to hear it
Amongst these people
Riad Al-turk
As they do
What evil does
Shirin Ebad
Tape her mouth
Plug her ears
Freedom of mind
Is hers
Hina Jilani
He’s mad
She’s crazy
Liu Xiaobo
See what they made us do
As we had to
Lock him up
Beat her
Assassinate them
Gao Zhisheng
For our safety
So we can continue
Our human rights abuses
Without exposure
Sima Semar
To speak
To think a thousand words
Of lement
Arnold Tsunga
Of lose
Of value
Of respect
Basic human rights
Really
Zainah Anwar
For women
And child
Olara Otunnu
It is all
So clear
To them
Is what
They have in common
Yoani Sanchez
Communion
As with
Percussion
Prison
Endless torture
Francisco Soberon
Starvation
But no
Salvation
Julian Assange
Is it worth it?
It is to him
And her
And them
For there
People
For us
Really
Either Peace Monger or Dissident
My poems actually apply their own ammunition
At the same provide personal all competition
And adequately replacing need for any test
Already knowing mine are always the best.
(Notice accentuation of letter "A" for BEST.)
Subject each day should be current affairs
Standing out not having to dig through layers
Maybe bus, plane or perhaps train that wrecked
Politicians by wives who have become hen-pecked.
Now that my brain I have completely wracked
Wise jokes and comments constantly cracked
Need I with my poems have to further explain
Difference between drop in bucket and down drain.
Those are Bernie's plans I recently read about
Likelihood of happening there is much doubt
And if President wherever he would have went
They would call him peace monger and a dissident.
Lost your innocence, yourself, your mind in the polarization.
You never stood for what was right, just the next sensation.
You mimic and mirror so well, the look of conviction
But your beliefs and words are just a work of fiction.
Stand aside, for the true warriors are here
purge your soul, make a stand or live forever in fear!
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