Long Elections Poems
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The days are getting cooler
as summer starts to fade
Classes are beginning
and Jack-O-Lanterns made
The Autumn winds are whistling
a most familiar tune
They say they’re mailing ballots out
and we will get them soon
They say Trump lost his luster
his grifts have all grown stale
Every venture in his life
has been an epic fail
And now we’re in a pickle
in a war with no end nigh
Led there by a loser
who knows not the what or why
But people are resisting
refusing to back down
Protesting in cities
and in every little town
Because November’s coming
and judgment, many say
the Grand Old Party’s reckoning
will be Election Day
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
India is a country of diversities
People are accustomed to adversities
Inhabited by a pluralistic population
That still survives as a nation
The landscape contains mountains and rivers
The high peaks of Himalayas give climbers shivers
Rivers flow past forests with rich fauna and flora
The majestic tiger makes visitors awed by its aura
Spoken languages differ from one state to another
But the soil is considered sacred, like a mother
Customs and habits are different, too
Depending on where one was born and grew
Religious festivals are held all round the year
Devotees flock to temples from far and near
Priests commemorate numerous deities
Practice rituals ordained by religious societies
Clothes are worn with various hues and styles
People exchange greetings with hugs and smiles
At the congregation of different religious orders
There are many guests from across the borders
The form of government is parliamentary democracy
Numerous political parties ensure there is no autocracy
Months before elections, the political weather is hot
Battle of abuses, lies begin, each giving the best shot
Elections are held periodically to fill the seats
Winning party forms the government, celebrates with treats
Before election, sobriety dies as each party gives a clarion call
The verbal fight continues often ending in a brawl
This country was inhabited by great sages in the past
Who preached tolerance among all religions and caste
Common people love the prevalence of peace everywhere
Greedy politicians plant discord to enhance their share
End
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
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I won't be long, I'll just tell ya all this..So you don't get me
Wrong.' If you look back on my writes you will see, when in
Great concern I made prophesy.' I said the generals are all
Bought.' Or In Aussie this would not be so.' I spoke now we need
A colonel, and by God it was so.' I don't care who you' my
Countrymen decide to back.' As long as they are not the
Four delinqient parties, I've got yer backs.' Yet as it goes
With me..An God being true.' I stand with Australia one.. If
That is alright with youse.? I'll warrant Riccardo would be
Truthfull enough.' And he knows how to tough it when things become rough.' Now I cant vote in person that irks
Me a lot.' So could you cast a few for me? If so my thanks you'll have got.' Take back the country.' That belongs to you
As this side of ( the black stump.) Know my heart
Is fully focused on you all true.!
If I were the President
at least for one day
I’d build me a sandbox
Where everyone could play
I wouldn’t be a liar
I’d gladly tell the truth
No eye for an eye
Or a tooth for a tooth
The White House doors open
Republicans, Democrats
I’d welcome all people
Great thinkers and cool cats
I might not be popular
With those who won’t change
They might think I’m eccentric
Or at the least a bit strange
Because I’m not a politician
Power ain’t my goal
I wouldn’t worry about ballots
or claim elections are stole
I want a safe Nation
With People who are Free
But I won’t be President
So you can’t count on me
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s latest contest.
I see North Africa
Through a little girl’s eyes
Continental ignorance
Stagnant in their reflection
Oppression
Like sinuous flames
In the heat of their arid deserts
I see America
With its once prolific economy
One man
It tumbled all
Two elections – “it’s all your fault!”
Teetering precariously, waiting…
For Obama to hold it together
I see Europe
Where art thou now?
Hiding like politicians – fools they are
Come out, come out
Where ever you are
Bush needs his poodles
Ha Ha Ha!
You’re all in this together
Manipulating each other
Pretending to need the UN more than the other
Who’s ruling the UN Bush or its general secretary
Britain cannot criticize, they ruled the League of Nations
You’ll never step up to the plate
And be manly enough
To take the blame for the world’s disastrous fate.
Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
White House is where he dwelt.
He did three long terms,
“Set term limits” congress confirms!
January 23, 2019
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Franklin Delano Roosevelt (/'ro?z?v?lt/,[1] /-v?lt/;[2] January 30, 1882 – April 12, 1945), often referred to by his initials FDR, was an American statesman and political leader who served as the 32nd president of the United States from 1933 until his death in 1945. A Democrat, he won a record four presidential elections and became a central figure in world events during the first half of the 20th century. Roosevelt directed the federal government during most of the Great Depression, implementing his New Deal domestic agenda in response to the worst economic crisis in U.S. history. As a dominant leader of his party, he built the New Deal Coalition, which realigned American politics into the Fifth Party System and defined American liberalism throughout the middle third of the 20th century. His third and fourth terms were dominated by World War II. He is often rated by scholars as one of the three greatest U.S. presidents, along with George Washington and Abraham Lincoln.
In the modern age
Of canvassing
Before Political Elections
Isn't it funny ?
How threat's seem to happen
To National Security
So strength and leadership can be
Viewed and manipulated
Into placing your X in a Box
Like a cunning fox
You had me at Scared
The groundwork has been prepared
For total submission
Unequivocally without reason
It's hunting season
And the masses are the target
Are. you a patriot
Hail the all conquering Leader
Are you a true believer
Are you willing to put hate before love
Because you have been provoked to
Are we sheep
Do we bleat
Or do we speak
The voice of 1
Or can we overcome
Or are we valued less
Than gas and oil
And paper money
And conned into propping up it
If you think this is just temporary
and tomorrow all things will be good
That Republicans will become loyal
do the things Representatives should
You are likely to be disappointed
because fascism’s already here
It is shrouded to keep us uncertain
always wondering, living in fear
The law firms we thought as distinguished
are a shell of what we once admired
As they’ve cowered and paid off a cretin
losing that which had made us inspired
Now the people can no longer trust them
for the bribes have already been paid
And the words which they speak have no meaning
as their honor was given in trade
The old schools which we cherished for centuries
are now part of the new fascist rise
For the lessons they’ll teach will be tainted
as the People respond in surprise
Now America is a police state
who will kidnap and take you away
ICE is masked as they punch, kick and beat you
they don’t care who they take, what you say
We are funding a genocide daily
all the missiles are made with our hands
Dropped on innocents starving in Gaza
where a new Riviera is planned
They have started the cheat for elections
like they do almost every time
Gerrymandering being accepted
like a legal acceptance of crime
This old story has not changed in centuries
Native blood still lies under the earth
In a land filled with greed, lies and hatred
it was bound to allow fascist birth