Political Happy Birthday Poems

Covid spread throughout the kingdom – 
the people inside the elite compounds,
if they heard the many sounds of the
ill falling dead, did not seem troubled,
not...

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Confused Miles

You...
are too far away. 
I live here and you live there. 
The world, 
smaller all the time, 
but still. 

Parts are on fire. 
Some...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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High Powered Fences, 
Beyond Your Vote

Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a), 
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people, 
and not against. 
"They"...

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The Worth of Rice

Food is a daily need. 
Some eat well, are fed well, 
are taken care of, 
while others have little, 
or none. 

It...

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America By the Square Foot

We here in this part of the country, 
love God and stand for the flag. 
We here in this part of...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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State Glamour

Bright beautiful colors, 
brilliant, not halfway. 
That is the fair, 
the beautiful fair. 
It is in the air...

The smells of sweet potatoes, 
dipped in...

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A Statement

When I was young, 
my Aunt burned her braw. 
She fought for rights, 
for me, and my daughter(s), 
that I had no idea, 
I...

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Run Through in Babylon

Friends, I wish to speak, 
but they have cut out my tongue. 
So I fumble...

Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong, 
and...

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The Carcass

The best part of the meal, 
the bones, the things others throw away. 
The wingtips, the neck, the gizzard, the lizard...
a fowl needs to...

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Strong Voices, Fixed Opinions. 

"Bashing",
the political warfare, 
of the uncommon man. 
The rights of all those in power, 
ungodly "saints"...
that walk on higher ground, 
to...

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Bethlehem

The tiny town was busy, 
as it was that time of year...
the census, 
the government of Rome. 
Reaching into the lives of the people, 
ruled...

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy...

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The Fine Lady

It is the first time I can remember, 
that I cared about china. 
Which pattern to pick, 
where to buy it, 
and why....

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