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debate

Debate
Freedom & Rights
The right to work
Or the crimes of War
The churches refuse
To work,
Indoctrinating cowardice
And using weak debilitating
Language as lures.
Guiding rather than
Releasing the hostage, permanent
Possession or whatever have you

War is the act of 
A non stable
Collection
Of goods,
Human and resources
A lack of something
Is drawn as in
The manor of a weapon
Being used rather than 
Created in produce, production
And plain sight
The reduction of freedom
In the frame of opposition
Recalibrating sunshine
And indoctrination of trait,
The creation of traitors.

An lateral move is
In conjunction with
Ties, tying a ship against
A fixed coordinate.
This is a removal of 
A post and creation
Of accounting in terms
Of persecuted for believing
One saw a number
That one cannot see
For that number never
Existed.
Subversion
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Have We Learned Anything At All

HAVE WE LEARNED ANYTHING AT ALL

Have we learned anything at all?
Pride goeth before a fall.

The ones before us had a cause,
Laying down their lives for America’s flaws.

Yet for justice we still are jailed.
When our so called justice system fail.

It's not about the color of the skin, 
Humanity’s the skin that we're all in.

Shall we stand by without a sound,  
while our rights are driven to the ground.

For Heaven sake, let’s make some noise, 
There's more to lose than just our poise.

Our youth are slain and dignity stripped, 
We fold our hands and bite our lip.

Instead of lessons from a text book,
Philosophies dictated, our flag forsook

Indoctrinating our youth in public schools, 
In the name of wayward political views. 

Hatred and divisions among us sown,
America's wars within, destroying her own.

Have we not learned anything at all. 
Together we stand and divided we fall.

Shattered

See it?
The cracks, the fractures - open, bleeding.
My mind laid bare, a battlefield of glass,
barbed wire threading through my thoughts,
indoctrinating spirals slicing through every soft impulse.

Chaotic proportionality,
twisted in the wake of your hands.
You constructed this wreck,
hammered rules into bone,
scarred my spine in silence,
every word a shard left to corrode in me.

visceral in every memory,
every cut screams with the echo of control.
Ant still-
you walk on it.
step after step,
your words drive splinters deeper into my skin,
indifference pressing down like stone.

Every slash bears your signature,
every jagged edge charts the space you occupy
while I lay shattered beneath it.

I do not flinch.
I do not move.
I am the ruin you made me,
exposed,
and yet you're still upright,
on the pieces of me
you discarded.

Premium Member Which Side Do You Stand

Undermining the rule of law set on stone
unnatural has began it's reign attacking righteousness
With no holds barred attacking human rights has to stop
their is a public outcry in resistance against the spoken truth
freedom of speech is being attacked by hate without mercy
Power hungry has become a court dealing death in its wake
engaging in efforts to destroy family structure
the minority of ruling class has lost all credit
Pushing dogma against the written word 
hiding the underlying facts and figures 
corruption is dealing it's cards hard pressed acceptance 
Indoctrinating the masses using media as their vehicle coverage 
broadcasting using it as a tool to educate incorrectly
within a set belief system manufactured from sin
Uncritically accepting the lunatics brave ideas
and believes almost anything right or wrong from the off
Bullies have a strange way of craving acceptance
they lash people with their tongue cursing with abuse linked
Murdering and spilling blood is all these heathens know
they have a lack of understanding knowledge and wisdom
caring for others and loving all creation is beneath them
Tortured beggars of the fool have no consideration for others
the names you call the innocent to justify your cause
in all my years living we as a world resemble hell
Such ugliness is tolerated by nations as we fall victim
No longer do we hold God as our champion
targeting Christians as scapegoats given over to petition
this amounts to a communist regime cutting this piece short

Premium Member History Repeats Itself

History Repeats Itself
By: Miracle Man
6/27/2020

As past sins are remembered,
and while restitution/revenge is being sought,
evil upon the world is wrought.
History is incontrovertible,
yet history is being erased/altered.

By allowing statues to be torn down, 
portraits removed, flags changed, 
and the renaming streets and buildings,
Our country is becoming more fractured.
Each thing is offensive to someone.

The sins of our past must be remembered
for “Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”

In the name of social justice
we jump through hoops to appease a vociferous crowd.
We’re indoctrinating young minds with the narrative,
that “The end justifies the means”
thus making violent acts acceptable.
Hatred is a heart thing,
And Jesus loves us!

Proverbs 10:12 - 
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Imprisoned Fact Remains True

Destroying liberty 
takes away all self respecting good 
Indoctrinating children into false beliefs 
positions of power overturning values

Removing the way of the cross 
from teachings underhanded acts 
displayed against peace creates division 
Replacing it with false doctrine
Shame I say on our state bodies 

Unholy are the ways of pride 
blind bats of envy filled with greed kills soul's
With your riches obtained by lies and deception 
hidden by corrupt lawmakers the truth reveals 
secrets a dark side yet to be addressed and policed

Heritics against the temple of our Lord's words 
all the virtues of heaven are being removed
slowly as morals are the twisted visions 
against a familie's respect and true guardianship 
views on rearing has now come with a controlled status tag

Spear of destiny 
I will kneel to serve you only 
I pray for the white horsemen to come back 
and cleanse this world of its sickness 
that plagues our future generations
through ugliness lust holds position over truth

Lethologica

The trees smell so real, so sympathetic.
A monument to strength and victory.
They seem like a shoulder to cry on.
Something to rely on in an uncertainty.
The birds still chirp and hold no grudge, 
but rather stll try to provide a comic relief smile.
They are still playing grabass, 
little cocks on the walk stealing radiator bugs.
Adorning our rule over the Earth in circular totem style.
Even though they are dropping from the sky.
Wading in infested puddles, eating Monsanto Rye.
I'm not a cryer but ....
Where did it all go?
Did reality tv and all their ugly 
sided indoctrinating Media offerings do ALL this?
Did we really try to kick Lucy's football all those times, and end up on our dumb asses?
Where do we go from here?
Look for a rhyme?
Civil War, Natural Disasters, Rumors of War, Plagues, Massive Animal Die Offs, Seismic Unrest,
Incoming Asteroids.
What are we doing?
What do we do for an encore?

Maybe it is time to believe in something.

Goodnessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Premium Member Moral Decay

Moral Decay
(A Tom Wright opinion)
1-3-2020

Our country is now mired in moral decay,
By the actions of many, being coddled today.
Attitudes are bad and our skins are too thin,
And its all come about because of mankind’s sin.
Two words I hear bandied are racist and bully,
I wonder if many grasp their meaning fully.
Or do they just fit the narrative which they allege,
Some spend each day attempting to drive this wedge.
Social media allows speech not said face to face,
This cowardly behavior is an outright disgrace.
Some nitpick and whine over words in a speech,
Indoctrinating minds with things we can’t unteach.


“what is morally wrong cannot be politically right”
William Gladstone
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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