SLAMDUNKING POLITICAL POWER MONGERING
A country founded to escape royal oppressive ruling,
Now seeks to become greater than its motherland was:-
In doing so, the present-day POTUS has finally discovered
He cannot constitutionally take away legal voting rights:-
However, he’s attempting to stack his deck illegally to do so,
Via an unjust constitutional amendment called Redistricting:-
This oppressive amendment would reduce oppositional voting power;
Thus, in opposition to this red-decking, it’s time to slam-dunk our trump cards!
they took me prisoner cause I looked different
I told them let me be for I was born here
my hands were tied and they laugh at me
why do you detain me I did nothing wrong
alone and battered in a cell no telephone
my wife alone with child calling relatives
asking if they have heard from me
while I was transported to make shift prison
they kept asking what country I was from
They said I was here illegally so I was sent
to south America and I did not know Spanish
lost and scared I walk toward a house
They looked at me with pity in their eyes
I asked if they spoke english and a young boy
answered and asked why I looked so lost
I asked if they had a phone the boy said yes
after some time my call got through
I heard my wife voice and began to cry
my family arranged my travel home
upon arriving my wife and friends were there
I took my passport and marine discharge
papers to immigration office to prove I was an
American citizen and requested reimbursement
for all my expenses (5,000) and lawyer fees
Take your complain to ICE they made the
mistake not us
Trump has kidnapped a head of state,
along with a wife...Its indeed; a first to narrate'
The Maduro duo..And a USA Don.? Sorta
Mafiosi.? Or maybe just a plan; plain
gone all wrong? A
Plan of 'much murktitude' it seems
to me,
The whole world is astounded, Putin wants
Them freed.' This is a doozie.' And ground war
As well.? While prosecuting an illegally held
Couple..I see big oceon swells.' It could be
beyond chaotic.? Oh but didn't Maduro
Tell? Us Yeshua was stratigic leader.?
Could this
Become ace.? Will cohesion weave in
Bolivarian streets.? Unity meet fortitude
Resitance complete.' Will the doller tank
Now?
Just what will be what.? I await Gods
decision...Wow the atmospheres real
Hot.'
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
This world is shaking with unbridled violence
Citizens not speaking they are scared into silence
Marching in protest with their flags waving
High in the air
police try to keep control but they are getting nowhere
They protest about things that the world tries hide
They protest against the murder of the people And of genocide
The march against illegally imagrants
And the crimes that they commit
The march against the government that dont Giving a .
The march against hunger they march against a war
But I think that some protesters have no idea what they are actually Marching for.
Go-go gadget, withdrawals no more,
a toast to addicts—there’s treasure on the floor.
X marks the spot, scribbled in Crayola,
connect all the dots—ecstasy, the night is over.
From Rock ’em Sock ’em robots to rocks in socks, a show-off,
hungry hungry Zippos, the money swells my lymph nodes, a lovely something sent ghosts—
right outside your windows,
trust no one, innuendo,
the night piggybacks the sickos.
I feel far from home, yet remotely close to sin,
my coffin’s so inviting—volunteer, I jump right in.
Fundamental frequency, but I only hit the high note,
incidental contingencies, lies in every word that she spoke.
Intentional indecency—my clip could use a reload,
a spectacle illegally, items bought without a barcode.
I yearn for entertainment, chose the red pill, hide from agents,
time’s complacent, me and drugs—true love, it’s our engagement.
And if I ever said “drugs make me a better me,”
I’m sorry that I lied—every night,
I cry myself to sleep.
THE SEVERE IDENTITY THEFT UPON MYAMERICAN FAMILY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY HOME INVASIONS 2003 SEARCHING FOR MILITARY PASSPORTS SHOT RECORDS IDENTIFICATION CARDS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS BADGES MORTAGE MEDICAL DOCUMENTS FOR HER CRIMINAL GROUP OF ILLEGAL IMMAGRANTS FALSIFYING MARRIAGE BIRTH CERTIFICATES FOR THE MANY MEMBERS OF GARGANO STABLE OF TWISTED FEMALE IDENTITY THIEVES HOME INVASIONS BREAK INS HACKING INTO OUR LIVES MAIL FRAUD WIRE FRAUD INSURANCE FRAUD TRICKLING DOWN THROUGH CANADA JAMAICA MEXICO AUSTRALIA ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS ATTEMPTS USING MY IDENTITY IN ORDER TO ENTER AMERICA FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS TO WORK ILLEGALLY IN AMERICA LAWN SERVICE ILLEGAL CONTRACTS TRULY SAD BEWARE OF THESE CRIMINAL GROUPS BREAKING INTO HOMES FOR DOCUMENTS TO FALSIFY TO ALLOW CRIMINALS IDENTITY FRAUD TO STAY IN AMERICA SORRY J2 ACN LEAVE MY AMERICAN FAMILY ALONE MY HUSBAND AND I SURVIVED THIS HORRID WRATH IN AMERICA IN WHICH I REPORTED TO THE FBI 2003 IMMIGRANTS JAMAICAN FEMALES ARRIVED WITH A GUNMAN TO MURDER ME 23 YEARS LATER THEY RETURNED SHOOTING MY PLANTS THREATENED MY NEW HUSBAND AND I INTIMIDATING IMPERSONATING OUR IDENTITIES INVADING ICE WITH IDENTITY FRAUD
They reside on the other side.
They bathe in fertility.
They own yard-keepers and servants;
Dogs, cats and charming plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us,
Swallow the transparent dust,
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
They reside on the other side of town,
Over the mountains.
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side.
They ignore that we are the same
And that we experience daily the same dilemmas.
One day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present deep in the river, under the karmic bridge.
P.S. This poem was originally written during my college years. Nelson Mandela was still illegally and wrongfully jailed, spending (wasting) 27 years of his heroic and precious life unjustly incarcerated. Mr. Nelson Mandela and my African brothers and sisters are the sources of my inspiration.
Copyright © circa May 1984 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
A car was parked illegally;
The hydrant wasn’t cleared,
Plus it was by a nursing home
And might have interfered.
I never would have noticed it,
But signage did impart
That a tow truck would be coming
‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start.
Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops
Who rarely have the choice
About issuing a ticket to
A reprobate Rolls Royce!
They say
Justice is blind
But one person
Who cares only about themself
Gets to decide what justice is?
If justice
Is sending an innocent man
Away
From his family,
His friends,
His life,
No trial,
Because you don’t like his tattoo
Is justice,
I want no part of it.
Can you not see
If it can happen to him
It can happen to anyone.
Because he came here
Illegally
Is he less human?
Does anyone deserve this fate?
No.
But how are you so blind?
Why can’t you see,
If this goes on,
We will have nothing left!
Democracy
Is gone,
Supporting other countries
Is gone,
Love
Is gone.
So what is America
But an empty shell
Filled with people who care so much about themselves
That they cannot find it in them
To love anything but their ideals.
They have no compassion for an innocent man,
Less for those who may not be innocent
But still deserve due process.
Is this greatness?
To harden your heart and love yourself?
I am crying
Not only for this innocent man
But for you, America
For a country that was great
Only when the people were great.
Undeniably these are weird times for US all
Maybe they have been for a very long time
Where the hard working and law abiding
Are used and abused, ridiculed and punished
But now it’s beyond weird
Where those who come illegally
Are given a red carpet
Flown around, deposited at five star hotels
Given thousands a month in handouts
And slaps on the wrist
When they steal and assault anyway
In thanks for our kindness.
And when we, bearing the costs, complain
Then we are the bigots, the racists
Fascists, and, well frankly, garbage.
While those who come seeking refuge
Are recognized as the princes and princesses
They really are
In this fairy tale fantasy of El Norte.
Viva la revolucion for it is here and now
Forget your protests
Dance and celebrate while you can
For in the morning there will be work to do
And streets to clean, of all these rats
And their rotting pumpkin carriage.
(11/9/24)
Jeepers creepers, evening peepers
It's their job like one's life keepers
Finding flaws on others' scar
Like perfect people, all they are
Guarding in the light of day
Sour graping in every way
Like it's their own business to mind
Fault in others, they try to find
I don't know how much they're paid
Maybe it's too far in grade
Or they're just puppets in a play
Barking out without a pay
*For those bigots who guard me 24/7 like I'm some kind of Extra Terrestrial being. They even illegally watch over my phone and my home.*
Someday
(I’ll Tell You How I Really Feel)
Miracle Man
October 27, 2023
Protesters are cowards who get things by force,
they scream and holler until voices are hoarse.
They game our system while burning our flag,
swiftly doing their thing, no time to lollygag.
Many current protesters are illegally here,
and to our rule of law they refuse to adhere.
It pains me to see what America’s becoming,
they should be exiled back to their slumming.
We move toward socialism at a rapid gait,
those here illegally we should quickly relocate.
Politicians allow entry just for their vote,
once change comes America won’t stay afloat.
We allow many in, who openly want to kill us,
but closing the border congress will not discuss.
Some bring their flags and cling to old ways,
looters steal from our stores and then set ablaze.
Protests force change in the absence of backbone,
sometimes, even leading to a riot full blown.
Most are thinned skinned and set in our ways,
but I love this country and pray for better days.
The Path To Citizenship
Miracle Man
October 4, 2023
With our country’s future
he plays a political game,
Conforming to this pattern
exhibits no pride or shame.
We’re quickly becoming home
for any would be moocher,
Who views land of the free
as being now not in the future.
Most all readily avow
to being poor asylum seekers.
I suppose my preferred name
for them would be sneakers.
They illegally cross our borders
without being vetted.
Their take over is coming
because of those who abetted.
Our Border Is A Complete Disaster
Miracle Man
September 19, 2023
Each day that passes brings this country more grief,
and migrants coming illegally will be allowed to stay.
From this humanitarian crisis we’re getting no relief,
and the billions its costing, those here must pay.
We helplessly stand observing our population grow,
without any resolve to stop those rushing our borders.
Progressive socialist preach, no need to control the flow,
current leadership should all be given marching orders.
We’re living in a time when our work ethic is weak,
and changing of the guard has let morals skedaddle.
Being truthful and God fearing we dare not bespeak,
which leaves us far up the creek without a paddle.
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