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Be not afraid
To fight the right fights
The hate, the hatred
To regain your rights
To end bigotry, racism
Fascism and nepotism.
Be brave
Like a heroic slave
Who is not afraid
To be whipped, raped
By an inhuman master
By a greedy slave owner.
Be not afraid
To fight for the weak
The underprivileged
Every single week
Every time
They’re victim of a crime.
Be not afraid to fight
The right fights
Every time you’re right
When your rights
Are denied and violated
When you’re humiliated.
You’re not a poor slave
You’re from no enclave
You’re from here
You belong to every tier
Of this picturesque landscape
That no eyes can escape.
Be not afraid
To dream, to dare
To fight hard and fair
Against the hatred
The bigots
And the nuts.
Copyright © November 20,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a Nation, who’s trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you’re exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you’re reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
“Another One” is unafraid to tell the Truth,
“This One” is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: “Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All.”
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
Copyright@, Hebert Logerie ,Thursday, February 19, 2009,
All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
If the world is going to hell in a handbasket,
'Who's holding the handle?'
is the real question, and I have to ask it.
Also, I wonder how well the world would function
if all corruption were removed at this junction.
Destroy despotism, no more nepotism,
do away with liars, fakers, thieves, heartbreakers,
abolish pundits, politicians, priests, on-the-takers.
If we eliminate crime, cigarettes, drugs and insanity,
so those evils become a thing of the past,
a change for the better could restore humanity,
but how long would it last?
We'll never know, as little is learned from history,
and why that's so is still a mystery.
In the beginning, there were only two,
(whether or not you believe in Adam and Eve)
it's no surprise mankind is clueless what to do
as, since then; incest, inbreeding and man's hate
has brought populations to such a terrible state,
despite those who do good, few and far between,
perhaps it's in their food, or possibly the genes.
My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path
The land is full of greed
Remember, That's not what we agreed
Masses continually wallow in pain
Yet our cries is often in vain
Nigeria is another old today
Then it's falling away
The youths they refused to give the way
The old have refused to call it a day
While they have ship in the deep
And , masses continually killed like sheep
Corruption, nepotism, there watch words
Neglected, the constitution as their watch dog
Which has been known to the world
Nigeria, The sleeping Giant
With Great lands of hope
Lush vegetation by nature provided
Where diverse icons of Erudite are awarded
In the past we uttered corrupt masters
In the present we call , kleptomaniac in their fingers
Nigerians, independence we cried out for
Unity In diverse they preach
In the inns we hope to reach
As they've democratically persuaded to teach
We had the freedom to be free
But has been more strong weaker
Nigeria my country is about to fall
That's why I am making a call.
Woe unto the land, for her streets are paved with promises,
Yet her children drink from broken cisterns.
The wells are dry, the lamps dim,
And the cries of the poor rise like incense unreceived.
Corruption sits at every corner,
Like merchants of deceit weighing lies on golden scales.
Judges sell justice for coins,
Leaders feast while widows gnaw at shadows.
We are dependently independent,
A nation chained by the hands that claim to free her.
The anthem is sung with cracked voices,
But the stomach is empty,
And the flags wave over graves of forgotten dreams.
Basic needs are luxuries;
Water is a pilgrimage,
Light is a visitor who forgets to stay,
Hospitals are tombs disguised with paint,
Schools, mere echoes of what they ought to be.
Tribalism, ethnicity, nepotism
The three-headed beast devouring unity.
Brother turns against brother,
Appointments are crowns for kinsmen,
While merit weeps at the gate, unclothed.
And religion becomes a sword
Fanatics build walls in the name of heaven,
Preachers trade paradise for tithes,
And the faithful drown in rivers of division.
O land, how long shall you stagger?
How long will your watchmen slumber?
Your future is pawned to yesterday’s thieves,
And your hope is mortgaged to tomorrow’s liars.
As I write,
For in lamentation there is remembrance,
And in remembrance, the seed of better future is bury in hope
Perhaps the bones will rise,
And Chapter Sixty-Five will be the last
Of endless mourning .
If you are surrounded by criminals
It is very likely that you've become a criminal
Criminals are like worms in a rotten fish
No matter how thorough you wash the dishes
The stench remains; the stink is unbelievable
Corruption and money are part of the mess
Nepotism is at the heart of the financial chaos
Criminals belong not in Congress
Not in the Senate, but in filthy jail
Of course not in the Parliament of some poor countries
Many politicians are fishy liars who're heading to hell
Criminals are as sneaky as rodents hiding in the vanities.
Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
The Non-Sublimininal Criminal
High Priest of Hypocrisy
The Diplomat of Draft Dodgery
The Great Example of Paying Test-Takers
The LoudMouth of Wealthy Fakery
The Main Proof of Miseducation
The Nanocrat of Non-Payment
Potentate of ***********
Sultan of **** Patronage
The Grand Probah of PooPoo
The Big Wheel of Blather
And Salesman of Bull-puckey
High Lama of Skullduggery
The Master Purveyor of Inaccuracies
The Pride of Misrepresentation
The Scion of Misdirection and Nepotism
The Black Knight of Spite
Grand Lizard of Hate and Bigotry
The Fometer of Torment
Master of Catastrophe
The Master of the Quick Disaster
The Worshipper of War by Proxy
Lover of Lies and Liars
The Promises of Pusillanimity
The Handmaiden of Bribery
Worshipper of Massive Greed
The Purchaser of Fake News
The Dandy with Unseen Clothes
The Undead Ghost of the Capitol
The Horrible Haunt of the Presidency
Embodiment of Embracement
The Shamelessness of Gross Shuckers.
To serve you took an
oath;
To lead in patriotism
And to shun nepotism.
To hold in esteem the
nation
And give back with
integrity its ration.
Like a leader being
called
To regard his people,
And tend to the cripple.
To serve with heart
and might
Like our forebears
fought for their identity.
To bring justice to the
land
And shed not your
people’s blood on its
sand.
To serve with all your
strength,
And stake your life in
defense of its unity.
Those were the
allegiance to father land
When our votes was a
pass to glory
And our voices echoed
for democracy.
Today our heroes
mourn in their graves
Honest men languish in
jail,
While criminals are
granted bail.
Smokes of corruption
rises from the chimney
of pretence.
The rain of political
looting falls from the
sky of hate and greed.
The conflagration from
the furnace of poverty-
Consumes men who are
not party to dishonesty,
Callousness brings us
buried in abyss.
Justice hides in the
wigs of our judges
Like lice on a bushy
hair-
Only to be shaved by
the blunt clippers of
deceit.
No wonder a blind
folded man holds the
scale of justice!
Far-called our soldiers
in the land of death,
Combing the bushes
and deserts in failing
health,
Back home our
politicians loot the
nation’s wealth,
Subjecting us all to
economic mess.
Now that we have been
stylishly raided,
And the national
honours adorned their
publicly funded parlours
What is left for the
masses-
Is the nausea from
rotten corpses.
Hunger stare us in the
eye,
Little children yearn to
die-
Watching their mothers
beg for crumbs to feed.
To serve is to be
served,
All their allegiance to
fatherland
Hangs on the rafter of
political sham.