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The Bible says "thou shalt not kill"
now proudly join the army lad, and go kill,
come back home, and follow your Bible again.
O middle class, your fathers built your homes
with union help, now disperse those union halls
and happily work for minimum wage, six days a week,
chant bribed politicians working for hidden oligarchs
reaping 100 million dollar bonuses, crowded apartments
will suffice.
O Appalachians, your once proud mountaintops now
miles of desert, debauched by profiteers, unbridled by
regulations written by lobbyists, clothed in frothing
chemicals, drowning your despair in burgeoning liquor
stores.
O beautiful blufflands, along my Mississippi,
I see you now, your royal crowns
decapitated,
your limestone sand greedily slurped by
frac-monster gargoyles wearing saville row suits,
entombed in New York skyscrapers.
O broken occupiers, etch your days in Heaven,
on your jail cell wall.
Truths, all truths, build slowly,
but truth must fight on, for your children's children
will know you tried to save our people and planet!
...we must fight on!
....we will!
Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!
Of an America strong and
free of government coercion,
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises of freebie
diversions.
Trump believes in the Constitution
While others cry, " Restitution"
For what?
President Trump honest
to a fault, add humanity, too.
The Democrats won't give
him a chance are you kidding?
They play him the fool~
Like a drunk at a wedding.
The media burns the midnight
oil,
To broadcast truth?
A joke from which they all recoil.
Their goal of course, to cause national turmoil and poison discourse.
It's like a poisonous snake has
settled on the press.
Acosta, accosting a
presidential aide fighting
over a mike.
Acosta, a bonehead who
lightning should strike.
There should be a book
Published by CNN with
a poison pen...
" How we Destroyed the
USA."
It's not a matter of how, but when.
Worse, Trump and family believe
in God, an unforgivable sin.
Why don't his detractors just drink
a pint of cheap gin.
They can't get over the fact that
Hillary lost, much to their chagrin.
Democrats and Fake News create
new lies,
"Impeachment" always~their battle cry!
Oligarchs, Russia and Wiki-leaks,
Well, my fellow Americans,
Their false fairy tales just plain stink.
So now Nadler and Schiff, two
Sterling men sharpen their knives
Let's go over all the President's taxes
Surely there is something he's hiding.
They can't stand success, these Swamp
Creatures, they!
And Elijah Cummings, their new CPA.
The entire Trump family has been
under attack, children included.
How compassionate, the Democrats are.
Infanticide, included.
These wolves on The Hill!
Whose sole purpose in life is to
Decry all the President's triumphs
And wish him~nothing but ill!
The press stretches truth like a
rubber band,
Shameful despicable lies.
America will survive all of this,
We will remain a Republic.
Will remain free, prosperous and
always stand.
Form:
Suppose the Enemy invades your town.
No cellphones, then: no Instagram,
no Rachel Maddow, there to break it down.
The only thing to do, if in a jam,
if lacking WhatsApp or Securicam,
is send a runner out, to warn your friends.
They’ll thank you warmly, when the danger ends.
The menace of the moment? Marathon
was under siege by eastern hordes (that’s Persian).
Victorious here, they’d soon descend upon
immortal Athens. Such a vile incursion
could not be countenanced. The better version
was beating the invader where he stood.
“Our name would live for ever, if we could!”
In one respect, the West outstrips the East.
(You think me xenophobic? Hear me out!)
To us, a king, a noble or a priest
is merely one of us: though he may shout,
he’s nothing special, has no inbuilt clout.
We don’t like tyrants. If we make a plan,
we all invest in it, as best we can.
The eastern mind, you’ll find, incurs more losses
because the mass of people, uncommitted,
does what it’s told by oligarchs and bosses.
The social ranks, compliant but not knitted,
will not withstand the enemy. They’re pitted
against free men. The Persians, soon depleted,
threw down their spears, were easily defeated.
But Athens needs to know what happened here.
The mother-culture needs our expertise:
no hoarding, boarding, fractiousness or fear.
We need a man to put our friends at ease:
who should we send? Of course! Pheidippides!
Amigo, you’re our runner: it’s you who’s
entrusted with the bearing of the news.
How many miles to Athens? Twenty-six!
Pheidippides would do it at a run.
This wasn’t boring, petty politics:
the threat is dead – democracy has won!
He disappeared into the setting sun.
The allies were apprised of Marathon’s pride:
Pheidippides, job done, exhausted, … died!
Hocus Pocus, Balderdash,
Newspapers print horror and trash.
Oligarchs hungry for extra cash,
To add to their enormous stash.
Nervous police officers feel the heat,
When they caution terrorists in the street,
They no longer walk the beat,
They have cars with safety seats.
Police cars drive around at night,
Warning louts that curse and fight,
Often these thugs take flight
Making the cops chase them with all their might.
Sadly the world needs cops.
We will need them until the crime rate stops.
When you see someone coming, a cropper
Phone the station, and they will send a copper.
I'M JUST A POET,
I SEE THE WORLD THROUGH MY EYES.
I'M NOT A PUPPET
TO SHARE POLITICAL LIES.
DO YOU THINK,
YOU CAN THINK FOR YOURSELF ?
HOW DID THE RICH
END UP WITH YOUR WEALTH ?
DO LIKE THE RICH
YOU WERE ONCE TOLD.
YOU CAN BE COMFY,
WHEN YOU GROW OLD.
DON'T LET MEDIA
FILL UP YOUR HEAD.
THEY CALL IT BRAINWASH,
IT'S REALLY BRAIN DEAD.
WATCH OUT
FOR THE OLIGARCHS.
THEY'RE SURE TO TEAR
YOUR HEAD APART
THEY WILL INSIST
YOU DO AS THEY SAY.
PUT UP YOUR MONEY
AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY.
YOU WON'T BE A PLAYER,
YOU'LL JUST BE A PAWN.
YOU'LL CHECK YOUR ACCOUNT,
YOUR MONEY IS GONE.
I'M SORRY NOT MONEY.
IT'S REALLY A NOTE.
VIEWED BY OTHERS
AS A REALLY SICK JOKE.
I UNDERSTAND,
WHAT YOU'VE BEEN TOLD.
THE TRUTH ABOUT MONEY IS
MONEY IS GOLD.
I'M JUST A POET.
I SEE LIFE THROUGH MY EYES.
WISDOM OR MONEY
I WOULD RATHER BE WISE
The world is watching with bated breath,
while an unforsaken slaughter takes place
A man with no soul, an angel of death
There is no escape from this labyrinth,
only terror he brings to his own race
The world is watching with bated breath
With rage, pent-up frustration, and faith
Good men do their part, fighting to replace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
Poets write forthright about him in depth,
with a fury about what’s taking place
The world is watching with bated breath
One man’s brutality, Lord thy feareth.
Oligarchs flee on their yachts and disgrace,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
As we stand together, we send a pleth—
ory of prayers to end this, with God’s grace
The world is watching with bated breath,
a man with no soul, an angel of death
Truth has been backwashed with an elongated shadow.
They've made corruption just a bit more palatable.
Polluting the masses with exaggeration and lies.
Maintaining power, they have a great lust to divide.
We were great when battling against rabid tyranny.
Now we goose-step to war for the comfort of oligarchs.
Our children are sacrificed for the greed of oily kings.
We, the sheep, are led to high cliffs by false prophets.
They say it takes a village to raise our children,
But the village is brimming with idiots and sinfulness.
Our courts are stacked with jesters who turn a blind eye.
The masses are slowly losing their God-given rights.
I don't see another Gandhi or King on the horizon.
I'm not holding my breath for our slothful messiah.
My faith has been tainted by deception over time.
It's time to marry gasoline to forgiveness and ignite.
There’s a theatre hall in Mariupol,
Where women and children had fled
But the Russians bomb without conscience
A number unknown, now are dead
As the corpses were pulled from the rubble
The earth was awash with our tears.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Take this war, take this war,
Take this war put a clamp on its jaws.
On the outskirts of Kiev, a tank’s burning
Soldier’s lives from both sides are lost
Dark dreams of a malevolent madman
pursued regardless of cost.
While safe far away, the oligarchs play
And grumble at loss of their yachts.
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Save this tree where doves go to die
Ukraine won’t forget you, you know.
Verses I've adapted from Saint Leonard's "Take this Waltz" which was adapted from Lorca's poem, "Pequeño vals vienés" (Little Viennese Waltz).
I no speaky . . . 'cept better'n you!
Hide white-crime
behind white-erasure;
that this brown skin'll ne'er
win your view, unless
more light lights-upon
your vacuous “Truths”;
for all your Of, & For, & By;
your final-flush to nether-color,
as "Green" abuse' your hues.
Then burn in'er . . . 'till stone owns you!
Hope, however, by
heaven's 'pink reckon',
as though such hall's
called rabbits like you;
keep “greasin' da chain”
or break “Spic'd” - like me!
Amera can'ts’ "gutter-pride"
niggardly rescues.
Truth be told,
evolution narys.
Only heaven-hope holds
your null-cull’d ayes;
your just true-state,
remanding her due.
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Notes:
[In consideration of the oligarchs]
Political Statement:
If economic power can translate so easily into political power, then excessive wealth, as easily, becomes a threat to the commonweal. By such a power-dynamic, Republican Governance Fails.
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The subject is: "White-Supremacy", which does not include nor encapsulate all “Caucasians”.
There is but one “Race” and given its historical behavior, I wouldn't recommend it.
The economic reference is just to put a “Commie” Scare into them because:
The greatest weapon of the oppressed is: “The Truth".
Welcome to the status quo ~ America's Perpetual Revolution!
Society getting worse cracking due to stupidity
Impropriety online so terse lacking any civility
Notoriety as attacking the diverse with hostility
Perverse aloof piety sacking truths no humility
Climate crisis averse backing fossil fuel futility
Oligarchs ransacking coerce with total impunity
Fracking to fill their purse another commodity
Snacking on the universe… despite its fragility
Hijacking but won’t reimburse any community
Whacking any protest…disperse in perpetuity
As hacking bots traverse at every opportunity
Migrants a curse sent packing as no immunity
No backtracking won’t reverse just absurdity
Won’t converse smacking those in impecunity
Kayaking above while immerse us in toxicity
Stacking Mother Nature on a hearse duplicity
BUT
Democracy averse just gerontocracy senility
Sacking due to perverse hilarity over polarity
Chapter & verse stop the slop no complicity
Won’t let curse of divinity go on for infinity
Clarity only charity ends gravity of depravity
Be a friend and nurse so can end the sterility
Go on rehearse and then will find tranquility
Don’t be adverse beyond lies some serenity
Intersperse with small wins…such simplicity
Happiness love & kindness is the holy trinity
Don’t hate frivolity has ability to create jollity
Does enhance...Americans say happenstance
Generosity and lovely luminosity of curiosity
A delightful dance of chance I call Serendipity