The not so great debate in America today
Is that even though liberal people fear for their lives
They dare not violate the progressive ethos
Of victim, ie. criminal, first,
And so argue round and round
That everything is okay and only getting better.
The irony of course is this obfuscation
And soft-core tyranny is actually illiberal.
But words today no longer matter
Labels being fungible
On the slippery slope of good intentions.
Well then, Hell it is, illiberal or not,
“Blue, blue, electric blue
Is the color of my room
Where I will live”
In rot with you.
(8/12/25)
Categories:
illiberal, corruption, perspective, political, society,
Form: Free verse
How supreme the images portray
Painted in only white canvases on display
No vibrant pigments of differences
Cultures or brush strokes of excellences
How dull the mind of multitudes
Who judge the immigrants of other latitudes
Following paths of leaders lacking adequacy
Yet blindly believing their unproficiency
High disdain for diversity
Deficient dignity while prevailing in emigrant adversity
No remorse or conviction disturbs their prosperity
While bitterness tastes good in conscious vulgarity
Puppeteers dangling strings from their parliament
Taping shut lips of puppets to prevent argument
Shame on the hatred and each thought that is pursued
Justified undoubtedly in the defiled ignorant residue
Too many lost in intolerant, illiberal ways
Separating people and causing chaotic disarray
Never knowing all tongues, tribes, colors and every single nation
Were uniquely created with love for the world as a celebration
Categories:
illiberal, black african american, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Expose not
For you will be damned
By these illiberal mortals
Bounded by scriptures
From the man I doubted
Questions were asked
But nothing seems to puzzle
How long will it take
For you to respond?
Time will come
This shadow won't have
To veil itself
For it will show greatness
To you and to the world
Categories:
illiberal, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Free verse
What Remains
In a man`s life
There are two happy stages
Childhood
Not a teenager be
And old age
When you have nothing to lose
King or poor man
You can afford to treat with equality
Or contempt
Yet some fears remain
People who want to teach me their way
I fear the illiberal amongst us
Racists and warmongers
And those who have forgotten to laugh
Categories:
illiberal, age, truth,
Form: Blank verse
It is perfected
these scars of neglect
like stars in vague darkness
Beneath lines of courage
Enough to live for
Enough to die for
It is an ever flowing storm
this voice of fear
Deceiving
like choice in fierce plight
Beneath calm weathers
Enough to fail for
Enough to try for
It has all been given
All been delayed
Lost for so long
between whitened brilliance
and silenced millions
Fight the strength
that wounds the spirit
Enough to resound for
Enough to imprison for
Absolution never was rectified
Never tolerant
Never illiberal
Betrayal always engraved on existence
Always forbidden
Always allowed
Foment the restless
that has forsaken me
the purpose of infinity
the eternal cry
of solitary humanity
Categories:
illiberal, faith, forgiveness, hope, life,
Form: Free verse