Zoran Mamdani and Katie Wilson
I’d deport them if only I could
Get rid of the useless idiots for good
To Cuba, Venezuela or North Korea
places in which they’ll absorb the idea
that socialism is a fool’s paradise
where thrive dictators, penury and mice
It is unnatural to start a war or a fight
Ladies and gentlemen, I know that I am right
Violence solves nothing, on the contrary
Chaos or violence makes things bad and eerily.
Soldiers are people too: they are our brothers
Sisters, fathers, mothers, cousins, aunts, grandfathers
Grandmothers, relatives, friends and visitors
They need to be protected all the time and at all hours.
If you want to fight, go fight your own stupid wars
Humans must behave better than wild and mulish tigers
If you want war, go ahead to get killed like dumb boars.
Only idiots, bullies and zombies behave like vampires
Let the babies and toddlers enjoy absolute normal lives
The world needs peace, love, harmony and fresh flowers.
Copyright © March 2026, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
As a Kenya-born child
when it comes to mankind
happily for me
I arrived colour-blind
never force-fed beliefs
prejudice discrimination
nor pre-conceived ideas
am not above my station
yet my internal radar is set for idiots
and always on the lookout
to avoid their ignorance rudeness arrogance
as there's a lot of them about
and altho' we know 'love is all you need'
their taste for violence goes unsated
and the insanity of man's inhumanity to man
continues unabated
When America wants to cleanse its sins,
it turns to Africa —
the continent it calls disposable.
Criminal migrants for sale,
and you — the so-called leaders —
accept the trade like beggars at a banquet.
Why not Europe?
Why not Asia?
Why only you, Africa?
You wear suits,
but your minds are unclothed.
You bow to dollars
and call it diplomacy.
Ghana, Eswatini, Rwanda, South Sudan —
have you no shame left?
You exchange your soil
for silver soaked in mockery.
Your forefathers died for freedom,
you sell it for crumbs.
You mistake bribery for partnership.
You mistake humiliation for aid.
And yet — one man stood.
Burkina Faso’s son,
Ibrahim Traoré —
he said, “We are a place of dignity,
not a place of expulsion.”
That voice was thunder in a desert of fools.
The rest remained silent —
their silence, a confession.
Africa bleeds not from poverty,
but from poverty of mind.
As long as congenital idiots rule,
progress will wear chains.
And America,
the self-proclaimed savior,
is no longer a light —
but a mafia in daylight,
whose end will be written
in the sorrow of nations.
To many lines now crossed!! Putin weighs carefully the
Odds..Stakes are nuclear by now to many (stupid sods!)
Pushed the row ' Heads must roll.' They will pay their own
Toll.' Gay-ne of function..and its resultant unction?
Perhaps we should enter into the more sustainable world
Functions.?
Much confusion by the angry rabble
Noisy voices, unheard gibberish babel
Turkeys in a gobbly gook central gabble
Political idiots who argue while they dabble
Standing on the springboard of idiocity, spitting out lies shamelessly. Idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Preaching shadows of democracy but catalysts of democratic backsliding committing heinous crimes in the broad daylight. The idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Their Satanic hypocrisy is the product of their arrogance and mental stupidity. Their big ego blinds them from ultimate reality.
Pretending to be superior while standing on the shoulders of the masses, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Novel entities of society lack moral values, being drunk with power. lot of the mumbo jumbo from their mouth .
Turning politics into business of lies and manipulation, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Robbing the poor and destroying their nations, mischief-makers on the world stage. thinking with their bottom and not the top !
Climbing the ladder of success dubiously and ruthlessly, committing organised crime day and night against their nations.
Idiots of the nation standing on the springboard of idiocity!
By Chanda Katonga.
Do not go gentle into that totalitarian night
They lured you in with the promise of a new day
Rage against their deception, and for freedom's light
From a stagnant pool, you jumped into a river of no return
They said the new would rise, the old could burn
Swim against their current, rage against their tide
Face the mistake you made of choosing the wrong side.
Good men, deceived, crying for a mirage bright
Efforts at social justice inverted their deeds to dark
Still time to review how it happened, but no time to win the fight.
Grave men but old who tried to give blind new sight
They blazed like meteors, but fell short and lost the day
From all directions enemies come, too late to defend what's right
And you my father, there in that sad height
You said death was better than seeing what would come
A cursed sunset, a bitter sinking sun.
Don't look outside, draw the shades, as the noose draws tight
We'll shed tears together before the dying of the light.
I am seventy-two
a dog mom, a cartoonist, a wife, a grandmother
I am a hag.
My hair has lines of white in it
skunk-like
I wear no make up or jewelry
I am plain
And yet people find me alluring
bewitching, captivating, delectable,
delightful, dainty, exquisite, and fun.
What is wrong with these idiots?
("The Nature of Light", 2018, original encaustic)
Beautiful People
The world is full of beautiful people
With beautiful ideas
Of saving the world
Making a difference
Righting all wrongs
By just telling others what they think
And what they should think.
The world is full of skin deep beauty
Hiding the ugly truth
Of such useful idiocy.
(1/13/24)
In a world gone mad
where rape and murder
in the name of love and peace
get the unquestioning support
of the freedom loving press
and college campus crowd
social justice jihad
attains the level
of a church indulgence
get out of jail free card
for the willful ignorance
of good intentions
we all know
only lead to hell
(10/18/23)
Dead Head
Some are hard to work with
Others are easy to deal with
Some are real pains in the ing ****
I know many like this
Both male and female
They bug you like a sore toe
Try not to give them credit
For being a pain in the ****
This is what they want
Makes them do it more
Never ever stopping
Till you shoot them dead
A bullet in the head
The first type are vulgars.
They think they are different from others.
They are pretty disrespectful.
They think not, but their humour is dreadful.
They are narcissist, who are so full of themselves.
They live in a blur of media,ans think they are superior than everybody else.
They badmouth their friends behind their back.
They want to be accepted and that's their lack.
The second type are the purest and most innocent soups on the earth.
First of all, your act is absurd.
What's the point of pretending to be nice?
I bet this masquerade will cost a heavy price.
Do you think sacrificing makes you look cool?
Let me make this clear, you're just a stupid fool.
You think this is how you were born?
Darling, you're completely wrong.
These were the two types of idiots.
They think their reality is too hideous.
Of course it is, but not as their fake personality.
Stop trying to fit in, and don't hide your bad qualities.
Demonstrators in all riots
Aren’t at all full or half idiots:
Any fellow on Rich Diet
Most likely will remain quiet…
Idiots don’t fear Police Canister,
Whose contents are damned sinister.
Cops begin to consult Tear Gas
And vanish would even a lass;
For man fancies not Helpless Tear;
Once its source sights, to The Rear...
With Betrayers they remonstrate,
Against The Bizarre demonstrate:
Idiots don’t know when Auditors
Are Arranged Phony Monitors…
Your So-Called Idiots know the risks
In one playing too long corrupt disks:
Just The Accidental Discharge
That make rioters not in-charge;
Yet, those that voice it keep quiet:
You don’t Idiots meet in Riot.
Mountains of meteorite marching monsters by the moon
Magic mirrors mixed the madness in the middle of monsoons
Malignant minds migrating from the morons called the men
Massive movements of the masses more idiots being mislead
Silhouettes of some Spirits swing so softly in the steam
Sheets of saltwater slip slowly down each side of its own scream
Skies screaming something insane spiraling towards the sheep
Shelters of sunlight shade spiritually slapping you back to sleep
bmdavey@07/14/22
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