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Transmogrify the sensationalist
An astute ableism of absolution and idiocy
Divine demeaning meanings demoralizing democracy
Through persuasive procrastination and promiscuity
Festering fragmented feelings forgiven for failing
Jailing juveniles jealously just for jokes
Writing worrisome wit without witnesses to worry
Original orange and ornate operations
While whittling away wisdom in the White House
Tear apart traditionalism and tribalism
Innocent eyes are protuberant eyes
Observing awful atrocities at times absently
Transmogrify the sensationalist
That sensationalist is now president
Sitting on a throne of falsities and blatant lies
Reject form and comprehension of standardized realities
Garnish lies with a touch of fear
And it's gourmet for the uneducated
Saunter and swagger through scandal
All the while destroying those who granted you platform
Normal is abnormal and abnormal is normal
Forget saving the system we must destroy it
And build it back up from scratch
IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP AMERICA
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
Transmogrify the sensationalist
And even the devil blushes
Transmogrify the sensationalist
By waking up America
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
WAKE UP!
It's time to wake up, America!
Written: September 05, 2023
World War 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In the midst of all this confusion and despair.
The planet was engulfed in the Third World War.
A state of null and pond darkness, are we aware?
Yet we failed to treat all life as precious as our core.
A political doomsday fanatic, blinded by greed,
Mislead us astray where moral behaviors recede.
Beyond boundless criminal eructation, sans mirth,
We dug our graves, blind to our fate on Earth.
We harmed our parents as we were still embryonic,
Idle drilling and causing harm to others is a tonic.
We designed a huge grave site for all humanity,
Unable to snuggle down, reject the planet's vanity.
Red apples were stolen from bordering trees,
Invading lands in search of fresh wealth at ease.
Armageddon was foretold due to perils of the world,
A diabolical design for war and starvation to unfold.
Beheading, flaming, and jailing are all options,
Several religious groups fall prey to concoctions.
Gazing into the abyss of doom makes me squirm,
WWIII aims to leave us defenseless as mere worms.
People's heyday was once an era of full happiness,
Has now come to a cease, leaving us with sadness.
Nevertheless, we left our stamp on the planet,
Robots prevailed, and we lost mastery of the gamut.
Peace has been switched to turmoil and cease,
Man's fall, eulogy for the earth, grief for decease.
Power and terror divert us from the clear warning,
Now we can grasp the impact of our power warming.
Our major fears follow our pride and greed,
As we reap what we sow, we can't tout earthly deeds.
As computers rule, people watch with sadness,
We depend on cables and devices akin to madness.
Tragic tale of man's collapse and failure,
Let it serve as an alarm to modify our behavior.
The earth is a gift that we can nurture and not drop,
With WWIII, we learn from our flaws and renew hope.
Her wings are sublime, fluttering about,
From blue to an indigo plum,
Filling her world with a delicate shade,
Filling the void with her hum,
Then she lands on her perch, her small wooden perch,
She sits with an unblinking gaze,
And looks to the world that she could’ve loved,
To the forests and beaches and waves,
But her mirror tells the story to her every day,
Her mirror shows the maid she became,
With the cage in her head jailing this bird,
Imprisoning her will and her name,
And nobody knows she’s a beautiful bird,
Locked up for the rest of her life,
To everyone she’s the tame predictable one,
The mother, the maid, she’s the wife.
Written for Silent Ones contest "One last tear". Written and published on 4th February 2019.
Ranked 2nd
They want to lock up Officer Crespo for 27 years
But is the case as it appears?
I got a letter from the Center for Police Defense.
They claim the accusation makes no sense.
Crespo was called for backup, drug dealers were speeding at night
They pulled over and pointed a gun, wouldn't that give you a fright?
He wanted to make it back to his four kids and wife
He managed to shoot first, killed but saved his life.
The court did not tell the jury about the drug dealer's crime spree.
Reading what he did that night, that doesn't seem fair to me
The guy had just beat up his girlfriend and he was high on a drug.
The car was stolen, the gun illegal, not the type to give a hug.
The letter made another claim: that the D.A. dislikes police
If the letter is correct, this witch-hunt must cease.
Cops don't start a day wishing to kill a man
Life in jail for manslaughter is not part of their plan.
If you get rid of good cops, someone else will fill in
You won't like the new enforcers; results will be grim.
I'm not a blind believer, we should follow every clue
But it's easy to make judgements when the gun doesn't point at you.
South Africa
The rainbow paled in South Africa
the end of apartheid has ended, freedom for all.
Not quite, the poor in Soweto are getting poorer.
The difference it now consists of white poor as well.
The new leadership behave like the old one corruption
and shade dealings.
South Africa is practically a democratic one-party state.
Or was democracy and equality brought on too early?
It takes time.
What is there to say when people riot and burn down
the places where they buy their daily bread and have to walk for miles
to buy milk for their children, other than an act of despair.
Big business is doing well, thank you.
But nothing has been done to alleviate the suffering of the poor.
The rainbow state has lost its lustre.
If you wonder why the poor ran amok was the jailing of Jacob Zuma
Despite his failings, he has an African heart, which the new elite, dipped in white culture,
failed to see.
He is the chieftain dethroned and Africa bleeds.
No one to say
captivity
brutal torture
starvation
forced civilization
abuse
manipulation
evil impurities
calamities
are an existence in our reality
nowadays
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
depression
anxiety
murders and murderers
lies
wars
riots
destruction
corruption
killings
exploitation
this is our reality
in the third world
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
Intimidation
evil authorities
stealing
money laundry
gun shots
assassination
unjustified jailing
inflation
poverty
discrimination
isolation
is all we get after
our political election
is true yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
child abuse
drug addiction
the homeless
illiterate
jungle justice
frustration
confusion
pollution
illness's
disease
is the reality in our
poor community
called the ghetto
is hard to bear
yet their is
no one to say
no one to say
I wonder why
the lips of the son
and daughters of africa
remain silent
I ask an old wise man
why this silence
he was silent too
but walked me up
to a large grave yard
then he point
to the grave
starring into my eyes
saying
those why have a say
was soon cut off
of life
if you say the truth
you will have your
part on one of this
grave
so I realise
the fear of life
was the author
of the silence
no wonder
despite the humiliation
yet their is still
no one to say
It was one of those days
Started with the shower
She wanted to join me
Which in any other day would’ve been great
But her best friend was sharing it sort of to speak
It was a sympathetic sort of share
Which was true
The wife did leave me on the Friday
To visit her mum
Coming back on the Monday
So technically she lied
Coming back on the Sunday
A good lawyer would pick up on this immediately
Granted, when I told her best friend she had left me
I maybe forgot to mention it was only for the weekend
Anyway, back to the problem at hand
The shower has packed in love
Okay sweet chops, I’ll be naked waiting for you
Right love, oh god don’t go into the bedroom
You bastard
She went into the bedroom
So anyway, since it was Sunday, I popped out for the rolls and papers
He did this every Sunday, the Lawyer explained
Two Police cars, sirens blaring, flew up towards the house
So as the Judge stated, jailing her for 90 days, taking into account the mitigating circumstances in this sorry affair
Could have been a lot worse, I suppose
So I was at a loose end, and a visit to the hospital was long overdue
Naturally I took the obligatory grapes and flowers
Technically, she was still the wive's best friend
But my god, if you could’ve seen the venom coming out of that one good eye
I swear, if she could speak through that wired jaw
I would have got a right ear bashing
So I sat down on the bench eating my grapes, thinking
I do hope they two can put this behind them
Probably laugh about it in 83 days.
We have taken up arms
Against what has been rejected
Inoculated ideology
To prevent perfection from being infected
All energies focused on creating
A world promised, yet not attained
Hiding sins and transgressions
By jailing the saints
Cycle after cycle set to repeat
Medal adhered, firmly, to the feet
Ride on, brother and sister
....ride on
But try to make it count
Reason every season
Walk the talk
To reveal what LIFE is all about
Outside, in depth
Everywhere you go
Exposing or hiding
Someone will always know
....secrets
It is the fear of what will be
That holds the power of what we see
...as true
Perception of self, destroyed
Identity, armed and deployed
...as worthless
So tired of the fight
Just wanting to be known, in life
Fully embraced and accepted
Judgment pulls the lure
Invites and adjures
To idealize the perfected
....idol
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-04-2023
Writing with a blue pen
Want to write
but I don't know
What words to use
In describing brutality
I bleed with a deep pain
From a seen of wickedness
How can they
beat up my sister like dat
For no reason
They claim to be soldier
Of cos soldier of shame
Treating a mother
like a slave
I swear not to hate
But not with this
I glow in anger
As I write
Who is you that have a right
To dear touch a woman
Coward oh fool
Just becos you wear a kaki jacket
Makes you feel, superior
And above all other people
Oh fool of no sence
I wish I can beat you till coma
I wish you were never born
You do what ever evil that suite you
to the people
Blowing, kicking, flogging,
Above all jailing for no reason
I know the day
you where born
Was curse
And if you fail to change
You will die so curse
Here you see
is better you where not born.
Note
I saw my sister brutally beaten up, by soldier for nothing,
The brutality of police and army soldier in Africa got to stop.
That is the motive of this writing.
Form:
I tried to fly without white wings
I cried inside with soul dying
Broken spirit broken dreams
Can you hear it my black heart screams
I was asleep and yet awake
Nightmares so deep they escape
The well in me the hell in me
Tormented spirits keep jailing me
I hide my heart in my shoe
Like it is money or gold’s fool
I walk around limping in pain
For I hate sun and love the rain
For sun makes clear all shadows
I’d disappear like a haunted ghost
Ever so near to holy hope
Depression is weird like me you know
Glassy eyes from teal tears fried
My heart broken my insides tied
Into burnt knots of mahogany
Lost in thought my glassy wings