Long Militias Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
translation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me: 
Here was a man—now, poof, he's...

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An old Greek word, ecclesia,
is often translated as church,
but could also be thought of as a civilization
acting civilly,
as a citizenry
acting as responsible citizens.

The noun side of Ecclesia
casts residents as consumers
of democratic and economic cooperative systems,
while...

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Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we might be competing ourselves
in that over-invested and ego-inflationary direction.

This first...

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We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.

Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about an unpromising competitive future,
drowning in inch-deep and narrow boxed-in mentoring...

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I was tying up her second shoe
when the second coming came.

The first had been the night before
when the bus demons dropped her off
to say they might be back
but weren't exactly sure when,
while I tied up...

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Yesterday I heard a happy Republican
crediting President Trump's self-proclaimed successes
to his training and experience with consumer-driven accountability;
meaning,
I presume,
his for-profit experience with market-driven consumerism.

Now I realize this for-profit wealth of experience
outside Washington,
untainted by prior government experience,
appears...

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We are surrounded,
sometimes aversively beset,
upset, 
by diverse warm and colder felt attributes of love.

We have each known and felt candidates for resonance,
waiting for our more stringent,
yet also generous, 
articulation.

Those remaining who believe unfettering capitalism
must be...

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The National Science Foundation outsources to Colleges, today's mental assassins to secretly 
censor you using "wisedex" 
among other things. 
"Wisedex" is
in the shadows of academia, 
a deep state melanoma
with digital mitochondria and an mRNA soul.

Mental...

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I hear a lot of shrill people these days
saying that we should defund the police,
as if these people just disappearing
would somehow make all of our troubles cease.

I could point out things would be a sheer...

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When one makes viable peace 
Between erstwhile colonial whites 
And erstwhile colonized blacks 
To the advantage of the whites
We urge for a Nobel Peace Prize
Such was the case in South Africa. 

‘It is all for...

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Back in seventeen seventy-seven,
British general John Burgoyne faced hard times,
despite winning at Hubbardton, and Fort Anne,
supplies were getting very hard to find.

When word came that General Howe wouldn’t be
marching up the Hudson to meet his...

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Home
How long will people die at the hands of mercenaries
How long will I be ridiculed on my own continent
How long will nature endure the harm being done to the land
There’s no place like home, no...

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A horrendous act
that could only be imagined
as Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias took over
Zaria was in their palm
A horrendous act
That could only be imagined
As Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias...

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A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed 
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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(5)
Just like the wind 
I drive out loneliness of an empty bench for two... 
And,...

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   An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing it's lie, on sale. 
Though it has...

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Back in seventeen eighty-one
The revolution hit hard times,
Britain had taken Charlestown
And at Camden had crushed the lines

Of General Horatio Gates,
Leaving nobody to resist,
Except the Swamp Fox Marion
Who alone was able to persist.

South Carolina had fallen,
And...

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They taxed us without our consent,
we who though we were Englishmen,
said we had no say in governance,
so we simply boycotted them,
threw their tea into the harbor,
let them know that we’d had enough,
they sent troops to...

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I have seen the "corners of the world,"
heard the songs of many languages.
I have helped bring peace from many wars,
and played with the poor children of many countries.
I have tasted the fine wines, spirits and...

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You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?

The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence;...

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We started going house to house and freeing all the 
slaves, then killing all the white folks left with 
hatchets, knives and chains,

we only used blunt objects to conceal our wave of 
smoke, I'll surely...

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.........no longer free
                 to laugh in the sun

play in the river,
        ...

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Cannons firing from the left and right 
Taking place during America’s fight
A fight for independence 
From England’s transcendence 
Colonists paid increased taxes to England’s royalty
Causing wide spread disloyalty 

The Continental Army and militias took up...

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Skeleton militias wander in scorn
Honest souls trapped in unjust divergence
Gaia demands her levy of bloodlust
As the digital bleats disdained alarm

Age after age, arcane symbols unite
To craft war hatred into sacrifice
Jumping deities spit on our belief
Hoping...

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    Police will work for the government, not the community.

They will stalk the homeless, be merciless mercenaries, entrepreneur, agents provocateur.

Women will be bought and sold. Even some of the married ones.

Fissures will...

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The City burns,
a dappled bower is stifling with heat,
a swathe of crispy green grass is singed and spoilt,
a posse of dainty tender flowers is marred and tangled,
all now darkened with war's fires,
the grounds are blackened...

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