Political Innocence Poems

Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons...

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Threats of blood baths easily roil
Cult members whose sentiments boil
Devotees tribal
Shall get D.T.’s bible
Soiled with drizzles of snake oil...

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...You see it when folks speak of ‘the oppressed,’
determined to make sure “It’s all redressed,”
if you’re ever suffered you need compassion,
no matter the evils you...

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It seems to be a widespread trend these days,
let’s have ‘compassion,’ countless people say,
your empathy and feeling should rule all,
“No one should suffer,” is the...

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" Hungry lives in the pockets of All corrupt people  of the World." 
"Any corrupt person has a big mouths to swallow a golden big...

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Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that...

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The time of innocence 

We grew up thinking whiteness had to do
with skin colour, since we came from a Nordic country 
this made sense; the...

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I'm happy to spend my day
    away from the political fray

  Innocents wade into that water
    ~ like...

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The eagle is hurting – 
His wings snipped,
his majesty vacated;
replaced by the rats
of pigeons: Just a gray
common color – what
is left of a flamboyant soul
once...

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The Devil Wears Titles:
President, Senator, New's
Anchor. The Devil can look 
spiffy and sharp: a big city
Governor quoting scriptures,
her voice, soothing and melodic,
though a lying Harp...

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He was accused as a predator turns out that he was the prey,
A mere bystander but accused as a culprit,
Locked up in the jail 'till...

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We were visited by a baby
yesterday.

It felt good to bow
into her glittery brown eye level,

To speak of whatever came to mind
which was mostly about her...

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Their pounded wind
called our neighborhood.

We were children
who entered their work
like a hearth.

Electric wisk, whine,
sawdusted the cool summer
uder our trees.

From banded boards
basking in dirt
to skeletal hints
at...

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Stories

We are immersed in stories
Until it seems to most
The story is real and I
Am a character in the story..

Yes..however
What if we were told
that a story...

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“The Masked Faces”

We peeling off the foreskin of our rich culture,
Ignorance is the reason we feed on the carcass of a Vulture,
The more we fail...

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