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Tears on Mother Liberty
Plutocracy the society they created through the Trump towers, now they regret it Like Iraq having no democracy.
Theocracy seems Like the answer for now, for evil has ruined what was once a great nation, Living all hopeless and faithless.
God bless America!
Down your tools, raise your fists and continue the dream of Martin Luther King bring shame to the fiend debilitating our society.
No more shooting, instead put the blame on Putin and realize BLACKLIVESMATTER.
We can't kill each other or else the assassination of John. F. Kennedy is not an abomination, recreation these kids seizing on opiates therefore we need purple rain through the Prince of peace.
The circus in the White House like Clinton, soldier on like Hilary and let the heart of Obama infect us all with Love for one another whether you black, white, Latino or whatever we are America!
Hyperbole hubris
Venal penal
Avarice abyss
Bucolic tonic?
Ironic…sardonic
Or
Vitriolic bliss mate!
Mendacious salacious
Algorithm schism
Audacious outrageous
Vicarious or nefarious
Whatever geography
Clever hagiography
Moderate.. no berate
Generate..venerate hate
Casting various sordid spells
Schadenfreude morbid void
Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)
But
Despotism urges Nepotism
Surges of Plutocracy
Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy
Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy
So
Resist narcissists trysts
Reminisces.. enlighten..persists
Sagacious benevolent gracious times
Redolent without malicious vicious
Murky mucky malevolent mists
(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics)
I Can't think well of a democracy
if nepotism and false promises
are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy
A system of governance can't appeal to me
if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy.
The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets,
together they howl for our divided attention
With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes
The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension.
Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly
of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls.
Why can't they simply choose leaders
from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals?
The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians
are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians.
Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes
They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises
Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters
To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas.
No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned
in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons
Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature
it purposely lampoons!
Then the demonstrations, remonstrations
but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas
So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful
maybe you won't be such an ass.
And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting
No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting
for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing
With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding.
Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking
really do make the world tick.
Or do they simply in many places cause
timebombs to parallel the clock's tick?
(ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate
of no-man's land ;
You've heard it said?
All's fair in love and war!
Well,
most ethicists,
even war-mongering philosophers,
disagree with the "All's fair in war" part,
As do just everyday Earth-patriotic folks
who loyally prefer not to be bombed
and automatically rifled
just because some crackpot(s)
in the nearest capital city plutocracy
decide to make war,
using our kids and tax dollars,
instead of love,
co-passion,
solidarity with Earth's pro-life health.
All ethicists,
and folks who find compassion
to responsibly risk vulnerability
of a loving relationship,
disagree with the "All's fair in love" side
of this unmindful equation.
Fairness, equity, of powers to freely say
Yes
or No
to another's invitation into passion
is a prerequisite to love,
grace,
mutual integrity of thought and feeling,
regardless of how short- or long-term projected.
It would be more valid
and validating
to observe,
All is at risk in both love and war,
but, unlike violent acts of hate
and fear
and anger
and greed,
and even everyday impatient
risks of love are often fairly balanced
with opportunities for growing healthy cooperative resilience
patiently communicating together,
and certainly not warring unfairly apart.
Peppa Pig started a Secret Club revolution.
When Poppa Pig asked her what she was up to,
she violated her Secret rule
because she could have no politically fun Club
if her Secret began and ended only within.
Poppa Pig resonantly responded
as did Peppa's entire family
and their extending outward friends of friends,
they had each secretly longed to belong
within some Secret Club
for self-and-other empowering recreation
just among their Secret ruling selves.
Peppa's dilemma, however,
after everyone knew her Secret admission word,
was in what sense could they sustain their Secret Club
with only this one, now shared, Secret
accessible as youtube.
Yet, forced to choose priorities,
she, as fore-shadowing Yintegrity
is polypathically inclined to flow,
instinctively saw and knew
a universally uniting
Best Unkept Secret Club
With one democratic Secret
integrating love
as abundantly happy as a pig
in muddled public puddles
transparently
and vulnerably belonging
inside her peacefully organic,
not so sacredly exclusive,
piggy Club.
Competitive capitalism
is about dominance,
which increases separation,
space between Winner haves,
and Loser have-nots
Degenerating into polarized views
more culturally dominant
than old-school cooperative middle
in-between
socio-economic median disappearances
Away from civically active democratic imagination,
focus,
functionally experiential frames
favoring cooperative democracy
over capital plutocracy.
Democracy is about win/win bicameral consensus
which grows integrity
between co-investing Haves
and HaveNots,
depolarizes our EitherHave/OrNotHave
eco-politically valued lives
Mediating in-between re-membering,
reweaving multigenerational cooperative
matriarchal empowering history
of mutually enlightening democratic health care
Through cooperative ownership
stewardship
citizenship
home and meal management
integrity of co-responsive thought and feelings,
polycultural communication
and multicultural energy systems
Refracting integral re-MEMEory
left-hemisphere empowering
right-hemisphere energetic win/win
neurological waves of win/lose healing
win/win co-investing light.
Songs of resistance
are love songs.
Anthems sung together from churches
and temples
to town squares
and capital sold-out markets.
Sounds of acquiescence
are cowering silence
suffered alone
through long and lonely nights
of fear and anger.
Great lovers
prefer to sing
in full harmonies
and resonant octaves
of sound
and loving light,
whether resisting
persisting
or assisting
escorting
affirming love's compassioned notes.
We sing
when climbing up jacob's ladder
together.
When climbing down
we feel alone,
are silent
and live in sorrow
for love life's absence.
Silent majorities and minorities
reassure bullies
and defenders of plutocracy.
Resistance songs
are love medicine
fear-mongerers fear,
yet need the most.
Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower,
While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here .
The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour,
I can see a ball of fire rising from the higher mountains far from near .
Hypnotized , mesmerized are these dazzling deer's eyes,
In the woods, on the wood, sits a sparrow chirping to the hottest sun in the sky.
So soft is this ball of fur, as appealing as it is when a human lies ,
But a Grizzly, what an irony! , oh it's cuteness! , a hug and you die.
The artist might be short of the variety of paint , so he made it as green as it could be ;
Or he wasted his palette of colors on that rainbow after a pouring day.
Cotton on the land , cotton in the sky , as cottony as it could be ;
Oh yes! a sapphire , no just a crystal of snow , after getting struck by a sun ray.
A cute chameleon, changing colors, a camouflage , like a cruel human does to his pal;
and then a body wrapped in a newspaper, black and white strips eating leaves,
Oh what a beauty! , a sleeping beauty , a sloth sleeping by the Sal;
everybody wants it , but not everybody gets it , yes! this is where peace lives .
To the Jungle , yes in the wild woods , I wish I were an animal with hair and no clothes ;
'Cuz they might be naked , but they don't wear clothes of lies and hypocrisy.
Fake faulty tears and true terrible lies , they don't take false oaths ;
Yes in the forest , where peace is the emperor , there ain't absolute autocracy , painful plutocracy and devilish democracy .
Everybody's bashing Putin week!
Putin's Fallsky
While Putin is doing the Kazatsky
Ukrainians praise the famous Banksy
Putin fell down and went hide’n
Graffiti we all took pride’n
Amid the ruins of war, flowerings of artsy
An artist known as Robin Gunningham
Resides in Bristol, near Tom Cunningham
Paints of war’s grim hypocrisy
Where Putin heads plutocracy
Embraced by a conscience that gives a dam
by I Am Anaya
Bansky's Bravado
With stealth and bravado he's in a rush
He works with passion and departs in a hush
His bold art in Ukraine
Drives Vlad Putin insane
He's Banksy our hero with message and brush
by Robert Gorelick
Democracy is what we do
and breathe together
to empower ourselves.
Some would say the same of prayer
and holy communion
and secular communication
and healthy relationships.
Democracy seems like an empowering experience
of equality and interdependence
before it became an anti-royalist political philosophy.
Which may serve as a humbling reminder
that great abstract theories
so left-brain universally fascinating
derive from whole mindbody experience
of individual egos,
healthy or other-unwise.
If no ego-experience,
then no ecosystemic consciousness
of democracy
or autocracy
or kleptocracy
or plutocracy
or oligarchy
or capitalocracy
or theocracy
or patriarchy
or even warm accompanying matriarchy.
Multiculturing democracy,
a hybrid of egalitarian aspirations
and interdependent respirations,
requires organized
stable
win/win ego/theo-logical communication,
health wealthy ecological relationships.
Disorganized communication
is an oxymoron,
like enriching divestment
and disturbing attachment
and democratic capitalism
and resilient win/lose compassion.
Democracy is what we win/win breathe
do
develop together
to empower egohealth identities
and wealthy ecosystems.