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They Don't Share Our Values - I

I.
They came in here uninvited,
look for a gap and then slip past,
then demand we give them welfare,
draining us all to live off graft,
costing the people a fortune
in the hospitals and the schools,
while paying into none of it,
and playing our country for fools.
Ones who work take blue collar jobs
so Americans can’t provide,
work for illegal low wages
that their employers try to hide.
Many are tied to cruel cartels,
trafficking their own kind for sex,
murdering all who defy them,
often cutting heads from the neck.
It seems a week doesn’t go by
when a girl’s not murdered or raped
by an illegal once let go
by leftist pols and magistrates.
It seems a month cannot pass by
when aliens, driving big trucks,
who can’t ready English hit something,
taking lives, causing pile-ups.
Some corrupt leaders protect them,
would like to see us all replaced,
the leftists like the cheap labor
(They’re still mad we freed all their slaves!)
But I ask why should we welcome
those who will not respect our laws?
Rule of law is why we won out,
the truth of this all men once saw!
To welcome those who have made clear
that when pressed they’ll do what they want,
means giving up our greatest tool
for cheap workers in restaurants!
To live alongside drug cartels
since the media cries ‘racist’
is not something to tolerate,
we don’t have to live with this sh-t.
Why welcome those who practice what
made their won societies grim?
These people don’t share our values,
there’s no reason to let them in.
Form: Rhyme


They Told Us To Hate, Part Ii

...They told us to hate those people
who take a risk to make profit,
that instead we should idolize
those who say they’re socialist.
Bu t I look a their history,
and it’s utterly insane,
just blood, and death, and prison camps
wherever their ideas did rein.
Twenty-five million Russian souls,
sixty-five million Chinese,
and all they brought to those who lived
was oppression and poverty.
Even within our own cities,
where the far-left runs roughshod,
we see feces, typhus, and decay;
once great towns now just left to rot.
Detroit has become a ruin,
San Francisco smells of dung,
Los Angeles covered in trash,
the Golden State has gone all bunk.
That’s what they want me to worship?
It’s a plague that should be abhorred,
besides that, it’s immoral to
have economics based on force.
The capitalist freely trades,
both sides agree or it’s no-go,
price itself becomes a language
so all of the people can know
how much something may be valued,
what is and is not in demand,
giving them a general idea,
so they can make a living, plan.
And the mass of competition
responds to the people’s needs,
does not need to be ‘ordered to,’
it responds automatically.
It’s what lifted civilization,
there’s no arguing with that,
without it we’d still ride horses,
and electricity we’d lack.
Those fools want us to reject this,
when it makes our nation great?
I’ll save my rage for leftists that
dare try to tell me who to hate.

Those judgments are mine alone.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Trapped in the Ivy League

Kathy Boudin thought the U.S. beyond repair,
She thought she saw the deep reality, and it was unfair.
From SDS to the Weather Underground,
She dived deep in Marxism, plain sense no longer found.

A bomb went off, unintended, by chance,
Meant to shatter lives at a soldier's dance.
Kathy didn't learn from  that gory scene,
She fled intact, still in the radical dream.

She tasted deeply of the bitter cup,
When stopped by cops, she gave herself up.
But behind her guns took two cops away,
In Bedford prison for years, her price to pay

[chorus]
You say you're for right, end up for the reverse
The end of the road is a funeral hearse
The road to hell is paved with ideals,
Know thyself, its honesty that heals

A model prisoner, sorry but still red
After decades released, but her victims just as dead
Then hired at a university of high renown
Or was Columbia just a facade, already going down

A contrast was Yeonmi Park, a source of light
She escaped North Korea one frozen night
Walked across the Gobi Desert, a long, hard trek
Got mercy when she held a knife to her neck

Columbia told Yeonmi patriarchy to blame,
To censor her voice or join in their victim game.
Echos of a homeland that brooked no debate
Both places she observed anti-American hate

In North Korea you had to obey
In the U.S. students would throw their rights away
North Korea's great leader, a feudal regression
But U.S. Students had illusions of oppression.

[chorus]
You say you're for right, end up for the reverse
The end of the road is a funeral hearse
The road to hell is paved with ideals,
Know thyself, its honesty that heals

Boudin thought it moral to join the B.L.A
A Black Army who claimed crime was OK
She thought it was not for her to ask why
Trust the oppressed, her self-erasing lie.

At the Hamas protests, a leftist describes
Students manic, electric dazed look in their eyes
Who, do you think, more worthy of respect
Yeonmi, Kathy, which one ultimately correct?

Which way will those students go
Will they relearn what the rest of us know?
Must they repeat Boudin's trail of fear
Is there any intelligent life down here?
Form: Lyric

They Don't Share Our Values - III

III.
They like to speak of ‘tolerance,’
present themselves as caring sorts,
but define their ‘morality’
as whatever they now exhort.
And that changes as they need it,
they fought wars to keep blacks enslaved,
then repressed for a century,
but now claim they’ve loved them always!
They look down on capitalists,
and claim they want to help ‘the poor,’
then destroy jobs with policies
that only serve to create more.
They say they’ll build a better world,
and socialism is their tool,
but that’s kill more than any war,
it always ends brutal and cruel.
It seems that every stance they take
is designed to suppress your rights,
they cheerlead the abortion ghouls
who literally end a life.
Those who speak thoughts they do not like
they try to cancel and fire,
those who will put their faith in God
they will call extreme, and liars.
Those who dare to defend themselves
they like to maliciously charge,
while their own mobs have no problem
with shooting you, or leaving scars.
They’ve never liked that property
does not belong here to the state,
then claim that it is ‘compassion’
to tax everything that you make.
There’s no good and evil to them,
only what may bring them power,
they’ll tell whatever lies they must,
feel no shame despite the glowers.
They’ll hurt police doing their job,
cheerlead assassins of their foes,
no honor in their thoughts and deeds,
so depraved that anything goes,
to the point that they’ll cut on kids
and then claim it’s a ‘gender thing,’
think they can change reality
if the words they keep repeating.
What these scumbags declare ‘progress’
is simply some repackaged sin,
leftists do not share our values,
to your thoughts do not let them in.
Form: Rhyme

Send Them Home, Part I

It seems a week can’t go by
without hearing a story
of some girl raped and murdered,
life lost to a tragedy,
the perpetrator revealed:
an illegal alien,
known to be here years ago,
but nothing was done to him.
Media tries to hide it,
-boys for the democrats,
but thanks to the internet
they can’t now succeed at that.
all are confronted with fact,
if he’d been thrown out before
that woman would be alive,
the girl not know the horror.
But because politicians
want their own voters replaced,
they defend these criminals,
care not or the lives erased.
Wives and daughters mean nothing
next to their damn senate seat,
they let cartels infiltrate,
even will take their money,
let your lands be invaded,
let your culture be attacked,
ignored their own sworn duty,
refuse to send them all back.
Illegals ravage whole states,
leftists ignore all the groans,
the solution?  Same for both,
send all of the bastards home.

It seems a week can’t go by
we don’t hear of rampant fraud,
daycare centers, hospices,
and at their core one clear cause:
Foreigners thinking it’s fine
to fleece those here who pay tax,
and leftists who make nothing
demanding their cut of that,
and it’s always the same thing
when this evil is revealed,
illegals leaching off us,
hiding behind corrupt deals,
vultures who have not a care
for our great country’s beliefs,
don’ want to take part in it,
just drain it dry and them flee.
Helped by lawmakers so cruel
they destroy their own country,
profit off weakening it,
they minds venal and diseased,
the types of folks who should hang,
an example to be known,
but until we get to that,
send all of the bastards home...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Rhyme


Clive Gets Woke, Part Ii

“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.

“And those very same people
ignore foreigners who work cheap,
they can work, and break the law,
But the same can’t be done by me!

“And then the proposed solution
to this raging dumpster fire
is to throw others' money at me
until the day that I expire?

“They create all these problems,
then watch as the city rots,
and fools like you vote for ruin
out of fear that the checks might stop!”

His mother with quite the shocked look,
Said,”Don’t talk like no honkey here!”
Then raved about slaves and Jim Crow,
the same old litanies of fear.

Clive said,”Mom, save the conspiracy,
that garbarge is hard to endure.
And stop using your skin pigment
to explain away your failures!

“John bought into all this crap,
thought his thugging was justified.
All it did was leave him lying
with a bullet between his eyes.

“I’ll not end up some dead banger,
or give up what makes a man a man,
even if I have to go out
and vote for a Republican!”

He turned to leave despite her cries,
and her endless protestations,
he had to go down to City Hall
to change his affiliations.
Form: Narrative

They Really Want You Dead

A young man stabbed, runs for police,
but his attacker was a Sikh,
who claimed ‘racism,’ and these cops
cuffed the poor victim as he dropped,
much more concerned with brownish skin
than murder, the quite worst of sins,
more fearful of the word ‘racist’
than life which no longer exists,
and then try to hide their disgrace,
let killers walk just to save face,
stopped only by a loud outcry,
not the fact they let a man die,
as leftist filth fear ‘the backlash,’
when the die is already cast.
The same scum who excused rape gangs,
their own daughters in vile hands,
ravaged by cruel Mohammedans…
rapists should swing from the tree limbs.
Another attack in Belfast,
we all know it won’t be the last,
the leftists despise their own kind,
think foreigners can’t be malign,
think they can bring in failed cultures,
and from them somehow be inured,
wrapped in their lazy, Marxist faith,
that only teaches to self-hate,
arrest folks for having wrong thoughts,
a tyranny wrapped up in rot,
all loyalty to you they spurned…
perhaps it’s right to make it burn.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ode To 45!

Many Americans, at least it would seem,
Win Megabuck lotteries, inside their day dreams;
What will I do now, with all of this loot? 
I’ll jet far and wide, like a Rock Star en route.

And yet, there’s a man, at the head of our state,
Worth many vast billions—no weak featherweight;
Who could have declined, to avoid all the grief,
But instead serves us tirelessly, providing relief.

THANKS to the millions—‘Deplorables’ strong,
Who saw his potential, and sang his theme song;
About Making us Great, restoring times past,
Returning jobs lost with fair trade deals—at last!

Yet mainstream ‘the media,’ despise you and peeps,
Their Deep State criminal, lost to your sweep;
MAGA did resonate—you won handily,
Our thin skin now thickened, by their blasphemy.

In the end no collusion—just more of the same,
Fake news by leftists, with HATE on the brain;
So thank you kind sir, and please drain that swamp,
A patriotic act perfectly befitting...
...#45, PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP!
Form: Rhyme

A Jew's blues

It looks like curtains for the Jews
Since I'm Jewish, this gives me the blues
Leftist youth in England, watch TikTok and spread
and anti-Jewish theories there are coming to a head.

Muslims in western Europe, even before this Gaza war
have tortured, killed Jews, religious reasons for.
Some Jews hide their faith in New York, don't want to be harassed
They know antisemitism is not a vestige of the past

There's a Jewish State, but it can't survive alone
If the U.S. turns against it, where is the Jewish home?
Europe can't resist its immigrant tide
At Israel's end of days, who will be on its side?

Now you might think I'm confusing two attitudes
You can dislike Israel, but still befriend the Jews
But if Israel is destroyed, its Jewish inhabitants are too
And if you're Jewish in the USA, Jihad won't skip you.

China and Russia side with Iran, a country of Jihad
Iran believes the Jews are enemies of God
For in the Koran, it says that Jews are the main enemies of Islam
Not what I want a billion people to believe, some with an atom bomb.

Jews in the west have been pushed out of their profession groups
Jews can say they're anti-Israel, they can jump through hoops
But the writing is on the wall, and what it says is grim
the letters still spell "mene tekel upharsin."

Jews have been shot in the U.S. by idealists on left and right
How is this something that anyone could fight?
Especially if you're in a black coat, studying bible all day
Or a Jewish leftist who wonders where the left did stray.

So, I'll stop here, stop spreading the bad news
But it doesn't look good, for my fellow Jews.
I'm not spiritual, don't want to be in a scrimmage
Man is too dumb to have been made in God's image.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

380 The 3rd Republic

380.

The 3rd Republic



After centuries of Spanish rule came the Americans

Then the Japanese who terrorized fellow Asians…



And now we're free in the 3rd Republic

From monarchy to tyranny, we turned democratic

Our presidents worked for rehabilitation

Of government & economy from world war devastation

Gone are the foes from outside, but aggression now comes from within

Fights against Separatists & Leftists are not easy to win



…And so the 3rd Republic ended in a fist of iron

We're back to tyranny under Marcos Administration!



-09/14/2015

(Dumarao)

*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
Form: Rhyme

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