They gather in gilded rooms to plan our fate,
With jovial hands that legislate our plate.
They speak of "sacrifice" and "common need,"
A noble, crisp, entirely costless creed.
We’d pay a princely sum, should scales be just,
To hear the truth behind the noble crust—
The private chuckle, the relieved "Thank God
Those eager fools will bear the goad and nod."
But we’re not there. We watch from down the hall.
How sharp the teeth that grin to see us fall.
How sweet the honey when the powerless call.
the city hums like a drunk insect,
half asleep, half insane—
and somewhere in a courthouse
a man in a clean shirt
is dreaming up another reason
to lock someone away.
they call it justice,
I call it inventory control.
bodies in orange are the new wheat fields—
they grow them, harvest them,
feed the system its daily bread.
you can’t sell peace,
you can’t profit off mercy,
so they build fear instead—
polish it, legislate it,
print it on letterhead
and call it safety.
meanwhile the cops prowl
like bored dogs looking for bones,
and the judges stack souls
like cordwood behind their eyes.
he has to invent new laws—
petty ones, quiet ones,
ones that sound like rules
for living clean—
but they’re just nets
to catch the poor,
the drunk,
the tired,
the ones who ran out of hope
before morning came.
and me?
I drink to that man,
the great inventor of misery,
because without him
the bars would rust,
the cells would echo with silence,
and the truth—
the raw, unprofitable truth—
might just walk free.
In California today, 2025, city managers, attorneys, engineering
Work in an infrastructure of control without water fountains.
Micromanaged district supervision of States of legislature
Troughing below the poverty lines as entrance and exit serve the wills inheriting the labor of "housing" "something" without competing.
Prediction of 24 hours, 7 days, is enough hearing of you
Needn't be hear nor better with time in a second arrived
Lots full of practice and routine appearance
Essayists and poets marching
Into town halls to legislate
Creating labora frame
Georgia 5th had no time to talk
eds are deadly dangerous
more people die there
no matter young or old
than anywhere
else in the whole wide world
(or so I've been told)
and if it's not too late
someone should legislate
to outlaw
and recall them all
then instead we'll sleep on the floor
so before you go
up the wooden hills to Bedforshire
and wend your weary way
to the land of Nod
if you wish to see another day
(after you brush your teeth and prayers say)
take care the place you rest your head
(a bunk-up in a hammock's best)
as the dreaded bed's where even angels fear to tread
Filibuster
Political Humor
Miracle Man
10/17/2024
Politicians get tough question,
and most will filibuster.
Especially if performance,
is bordering lackluster.
Many are from professions,
that are the kings of gab.
Their day’s clock is eaten,
by unfriendly confab.
Their priority is always,
find some one to blame.
They swear on the Bible,
while pants are aflame.
If the finger points at them,
they’re not slow to disclaim.
Searching for another,
that they might defame.
With hand outstretched,
they are tempted by bribers,
And too many fall prey,
lacking good moral fibers.
They see most as inferior,
and as dumb as a shoat.
Everything is on the table,
as they vie for our vote.
I know that politics,
is their forte and dominion,
And I pray they don’t legislate,
from me, my opinion.
Erasing Hatred
Miracle Man
8/15/2024
We cannot begin to legislate
a person’s heart to change.
Though through our law’s
we may attempt to rearrange.
Because hatred has existed
since the early days of Cain.
Changing a person’s heart
continues to be God’s domain.
Oh, the 2024 U.S. Presidential election race,
as I ponder on it with my head's empty space.
Our nation is so out of joint,
our political differences at a breaking point,
with name calling rife in online blogs,
I would rather listen to bellowing bullfrogs.
Republicans, Democrats, Independents,
liberal, moderate, conservative, it's malevolent,
people attacking each other,
well, if I had my druthers,
I'd nominate my hound dog mix, Beau
for President,
he'd legislate from a canine-run government.
He makes more sense than a lot of people do,
the inept Secret Service can pick up his poo.
In three months this election mess will come
to us voters so weary,
I think many of us will be bleary.
Keep your nerves steady,
and get the popcorn ready. ~
Our founding fathers showed great wisdom,
Defining our roots by constitutional debate.
From experience against an angered monarch,
The need was seen to separate church & state.
This core concept is now again being questioned,
As the church seeks a larger role to play.
It seems God wants to have more direction,
Towards guiding our lives day-to-day.
My lowly opinion on this topic is critical,
Yet it has little to do with God.
But more to do with rabid fundamentalists,
Greedy for more power & influence behind a facade.
Now I'm the first to realize just how
Difficult this separation would be to apply.
Since there are so many links in our social fabric,
From our 'pledge of allegiance', to the currency we all buy.
Sadly, this evangelical effort, seems to
Press the need for God's voice to legislate.
Although the church doesn't have a clue with
Governing, as long as it continues to serve up more hate.
Guinevere
Was King Arthur's darling dear,
Once day, she said, "I'm sorry M'Lord,
I gave your nephew, Mordred, your sword".
Mordred was not a man one should entrust.
King Arthur was a bit more than nonplussed.
Guinevere said, "Don't sweat it",
But the king would regret it,
As the weasel dispatched him with a thrust.
The Knights of the Round Table all missed him and cried -
Were Lancelot and Guinivere sorry he died?
Well, Sir Lance furrowed his handsome brow, and said "heck,
We should legislate a sword control background check."
The Speaker of the House believes
That he will legislate
Because he’s been hand-picked by God,
The heck with Church and State.
In his opinion, Trump should still
Be president because
The last election was a farce
And violated laws.
His worldview is the Bible,
Saying everyone should read it
For those “anti-God enthusiasts,”
In his opinion, need it.
Same-sex marriage is “unnatural”
And anybody gay
Lives a lifestyle he calls “dangerous,”
“Perversion” on display.
And abortion is a “holocaust,”
A reference that’s vile,
Yet Republicans apparently
He’s managed to beguile.
How can those in charge impose on all
Their personal beliefs
Which defy the founding fathers’
“Life and liberty” motifs?
I am saddened by the way this country’s
Permanently torn
And when standing on the sidelines,
All that we can do is mourn.
The world is changing in a profound way,
by the philosophy of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say:
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed, for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are indispensable to Hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, before folks start to realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray:
persecuting all who dare criticize.
The ignorant are taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are indispensable to Hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay:
their death is just something to televise.
Fakers, pretending to believe, they pray:
their fake beliefs, simple to synthesize.
Bigotry's easy to popularize,
despite being cruel and inhumane.
And fascists willing to militarize
are indispensable to Hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face, yet once again.
And propagandists that destabilize:
are indispensable to Hate's campaign.
Fired shots that smelt not their target,
Gold digger far away from nugget;
Plight of the masses fought the wrong way:
Not one of them did meet a bright day...
Your pictures in offices fidget,
The days left I count with each digit.
You have the ship steered; You've had your say
But the whole thing looks perfect child's play.
What more would one want to analyze?
It might even lips paralyze.
Not a single thing will normalize:
"More Hardship!" If I should summarize.
A wonder you did that legislate:
What won't my punishment mitigate;
We all saw what figures indicate
Which dull child can't the problems locate?
Outgoing president: A Disaster:
Eight years back dying to be Master...
This is the story
We tell ourselves
Like wishes and dishes
That pile up past today
With tomorrow a
Lesson of what should
We say
Hi there I’m hurting
I’m shaky at best
With dates on the calendar
And should we care less
My mentions a moment
Of let me stand still
Remembering roses
They blossom at will
So looks listen
Legislate the wrongs
At each turn
Then yesterday
The reason
That we should all learn
With goodbyes
Forever Eye’s
And the seen
And unseen
Like gold set
In cravings
And stones with
Heads too
We wonder and whistle
The tracks of tears
True
All that we tell ourselves
About loss and years
Time
The story’s a tall tale
We tell ourselves with
Our reasons
Without rhyme
The prior POTUS, and current SCOTUS,
Have caused a great deal of debate.
While many wonder of our democracy,
And its survival amidst all sorts of hate.
This has given our congressional body,
Little room to discuss and legislate.
Since they are so far apart on most issues,
Their views can't meet to regulate.
So as these 3 branches of our government,
Appear damaged and needing repair.
A once powerful republic with its voters,
Are in a fight to decide what is fair.
What is most frightening about this conflict,
Is that the majority isn't favored, as in the past.
As those numbers counted present different totals,
And those sums seem to waver as they're cast.
Such damage gives only to division,
A widening chasm for truth to cross.
While candidates throw their sticks & stones
Though a few look more like a crime boss.
Throughout the many years of this nation,
Its greatness was beyond question, until now.
Yet one man's delusion displays its legacy,
That must be defeated, so all can disavow.
Hey!
The prodigals have returned.
The one we entrusted with our wealth.
The custodians of the granary keys.
They are here again.
Five years ago,
We sent them to legislate for us.
Very angelic they were.
Very blameless they appeared.
The prodiglas have returned.
Overseas they have been.
Offshore accounts they've created.
Their lifestyles lucrative.
Very egocentric they are.
The roads they promised to improve.
Till dystopic.
Bursaries in their accounts.
As our children languish in illiteracy.
Their son and daughters graduates.
Ambassadors and high officials they are.
The prodiglas have returned.
To persuade us into voting for them.
With incentives they have come.
Sweet words they have.
Very seductive they are.
The prodigals have returned.
@ Tha Formidable Cheru.
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