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Society says that what we do is wrong
Their thoughts intermingle subconsciously in our minds
Who’s to say what is wrong and what is right?
The pills dairy doe-boy in the white collar preaches conservative ways to the Americans
Aren’t we as Americans have such rights to freedom and to choose our own lives?
If life was a book…
Aren’t we the authors?
To do, to see, to love as we please
To whom we choose as our true mate
Who has the grounds to discriminate?
Would every chapter be of hate?
Of different generations blaming those under the slate
And before their six feet decent
They beg for forgiveness of which they repent
Why should I look like you?
Smell like you
Think like you
Be like you
If we were all alike…
The same word repeated over and over again
What word would that be?
Ignorance… ignorance
What’s an open mind with segregated thoughts?
Filtering out what society says is proper to our youth
The youth holds innocence
Blind of color, sex, and hate
Why feed them the propositions of those under the slate
Is the ultimate goal of life to have money?
Does money equal happiness?
Yes it feeds our mouths but…
You can’t but love, your intelligence, or the power to control your own life
Cali-greens feed your soul
Dead-presidents feeds your
Power
The power to control those under you
Your entertainment…
Is what the media shows
You’re mesmerized by the action of the unfortunate
People killing each other over things you take for granted
While you watch you read what’s in the next chapter
Time to pity
Now that you have been fed
Your time is coming…
Start forgiving…
So you can reach your holy ground
Say that you were wrong
Blame those who fed you
You had all the power
But not enough
To stand up
For what you thought was right
Is this our destiny?
I don’t know?
Look in the prelude of your life…
Drowning
Cold creation has bequeathed him progress
Useless and torn from his children
A mockery becomes less than human
Casual use his habitual life buoy
Disconnection from his own culture
Less than a man in his borrowed suit
In consuming the struggle for breath
Squandered a desperate attempt at living
The isolation for all is deepening
Entertainment now histories water treading
Suckled to the electronic teat
No lenient hand can save him
On mass she is used
To proliferate and consummate the future
An icon of fashionable starvation
Not from mysticism or returned to religion
The supplications for something hereafter
Her longing for everything more fortunate
Life itself shall wither and devour
Dreams nor hope will avail
The beauty she possess as witnesses fractures in her need
And born away to solitary
No moment to touch this inaccessible society
The world has neglected its magic
Obsession to hold, to have all the more
To fill their tedium hours of “for what is life for”
Ever wider, ever stronger, ever more desperate luxuriating calls
So earning their right to the accouterments and paraphernalia
Upstanding bright members of nothing
A comfort whim to feed a homophobic civilization
Capitalism sanctioned this their slavery
Bought and sold by murder and hamburger
So frantic in the exchanges of money and so intolerant
Capitalism strips the care from their world
Plagiarizes their love and their heart only to whisper of freedom
Only to use, misuse, abuse and imprison
A life time lived for acquiring
The producing comestible meats of self satisfying
They are sold to themselves
Poison sluggishly floods between the hastily concealed cracks
A global wasteland in our laziness advances
And political insanity is digging a mass burial
the Contemporary Evil, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Taking away without re-precautions
Lurking, using your authority to get away
Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place
Smiling
Breathing
Laughing
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind peacock feathers, beautiful colors
Disguise that fools everyone, including you
Contemplating when would be your next fix
You walk among us smiling, breathing, laughing
As if nothing is out of the ordinary, just another day
Your life mirrors what everyone knows yet refuses to act on
Refuses to stand up, shout no more
Rise above, fight against you
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Vociferando lies, fables that continues to weave the shield that protects you
With every call a menace is release upon us
Trusting we wait, hope opens the doors
Suddenly; pitch black
She said, he said
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind the oldest, largest legal gang of the world
Oath to protect and served
Unbalanced, to find minimum to no protecting, serving
Deaf ears to what she said, experienced, lost
Struck not once but twice within the same moment
Entrust with life, not enough to be heard
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
My skin opens, bleeds with every news of your protected lifestyle
Your privilege life hiding behind the color blue
Walking along a white man’s anthem
As old as the blues
Weeps uncontrollably my skin
Not seen, not heard, nor spoken
Swept under the rug my pain, her lost and unfortunately her inheritance
Mind, I can be your grandmother, mother, sister, daughter
Don’t fix upon me the undesired, unwanted
I am tired
Aren’t you?
An ol’ cowboy once told me,
“Son, keep yor’ Saddle straight—
cinched up tight ‘n squared away,
an’ don’t depend on fate.
For if yor’ a straight shooter,
yor’ life will be real tame.
A handshake will be good ‘nough
ta trust yor’ family name.”
Now, I went along believin’
the whole world thought like that,
but fifty years have come ‘n gone
with politicians gettin’ fat!
They get upon that barren stump,
an’ swear to make things right,
but what I know ‘bout them folks,
makes me lose sleep at night.
Empty promises an’ shoutin’
‘bout things they’re gonna CHANGE—
folks aren’t really thinkin’
how their life—they’ll rearrange.
It’s all about the poor folks,
minorities ‘n such—
money from the rich guy,
an’ taxes that ain’t much.
But when I get ta figurin’
what will happen later on,
like when factories an’ plants close,
an’ rich guys are all gone—
Who’s gonna pay the wages
to feed my kids and ma?
I ain’t forgot DEPRESSION times,
an’ anguish that I saw.
An’ derned if I can figure out
why some folks are on the DOLE—
Could it be a case a LAZY,
an’ a life without no goal?
If no one in DC’s lyin’,
an’ the old ways never was,
I guess I’d give ‘em latitude
in their promises an’ buzz.
But I been ‘round just long enough
to know what’s right ‘n wrong—
an’ I ain’t taken in so much,
nor followin’ the throng.
There’s one more thing I gotta say
‘bout EVIL in this world,
“Ya don’t kill a grizzly with sweet talk,
an’ screamin’ like a girl.”
Men fought an’ died to keep us safe,
an’ let our FREEDOM ring—
that there’s the tune I’m followin’—
the anthem that I'll sing!
Tamara Hillman
©2008
AN OPEN LETTER TO THE LEADER:
LIVE AND LET LIVE AT PEACE
To: Mr. US President
A man in the White House
Peace!
Dear Sir.
With all due respect to you.
To be frank with you, Sir
In my opinion there are many demagogues and agitators
Loitering around us
They speak about truth soundly,
Propagandize peace loudly
And voice love for all fluently
(they pretend they are peace-loving people)
whereas the point is
they persuade us to declare war
against our mankind
(I say to myself: The cowl does not make the monk.)
Mind the provocateurs!
Beware of such people!
Be careful with their instigation!
Do not let them cheat us out
Do not let them make us look foolish
Do not let them lead us be crack and split.
They do not do it all except for their sake only
Like jackals starved for sheep
Like demons causing man fall
Like beasts hunting kids
Like terrorists spreading out hostilities between us.
Let us live at peace
Let us live together
Side by side under the same blue sky
Let our heart be in love with each other
And be glad to work hand in hand
For raising our wheat crops and cattle breeding cheerfully
And building our sweet home with love and honesty.
For the love of the mankind
Just in such doing
Our life will really be happy
Because such is life!
That is the way of life which is the true peaceful one!
That is all.
Peace be with you.
Sincerely yours,
A man in the street
Had I known life would be this full of despair, I would not have lived.
Yet since I was not given a choice, why not find the good?
Why should I allow work to overrun me?
Why should I wallow in my self-pity?
Why should my life change without my consent?
The fickle feelings of love and lost love drive me mad.
Could I not choose to pursue someone?
Would not that upset my life's ideals?
Would not that end this strife?
Do I not stand for anything save sloth?
Inaction plagues my very thoughts as comfort controls my life.
How do I justify my injustice?
Is not every human life valuable?
Could not war be as anti-human as possible?
Is not greed the general of conquest?
America mediates middle-class, middle-age, middle-ground.
Is not the ruling class the upper-class?
Are not the middle-aged in charge of me?
Does not the middle-ground appear closer to both sides?
Should not America stand for equality and fairness?
Killing millions of people regardless of culpability is wrong.
Could not America stand for liberty instead of safety?
Could not America stand for freedom instead of entertainment?
Could not America stand for living instead of killing?
Am I not to blame?
If this is what you want
then this is what you get
but what about THE CREATURE
that you wish you could forget
for is IT really just A CREATURE
even if IT cant be seen
for not genetically the same
as a human being?
is IT really a fact
or just to relax your conscience
when you walk through the doors
and rely on tools of science
when the two parts meet
to form a whole
now predestined to grow
IT has a role
IT may not think
IT may not feel
to say IT isnt alive
isnt a tree real?
without external cause
like the needle through your skin
THIS will surely flourish
as ITS life now begins
what can i say
to change your mind
i wont ease your conscience
i wont turn blind eye
THIS LIFE has no choice
THIS LIFE has no say
have IT yourself and ask IT
if you still have the guts on the day
unless proven to me
that there is absolutely no other way
take THIS guilt to your grave
shall my words not make you sway
if you still wish to end THE LIFE
wait for IT to be born
grab IT with your own two hands
and end IT with a knife
Form:
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
Sirens screaming, red and blue lights flashing
He was in the wrong place at the right time
His skin just happened to be the wrong shade
Hand cuffs tight and a good thrashing
"Kid, we just know that you did the crime"
"And for that a price has to be paid"
It was a hot night in a cold jail cell
Not really knowing why he was there
But he did fit the profile
Turned his life into a living Hell
They said that he did not have a prayer
He is going to be there for a while
Looking like a million dollar bill
Five hundred dollar suit, top of the line
Standing in alligator shoes
Going to deliver the bitter pill
"Son, You are going to be just fine"
"Boy, have I got some good news"
"Does not matter if you did it or not"
"They say that you did"
"Take three years and come out a winner"
"They are wanting ten, man that is a lot"
"Maybe they will go easy on you, you are just a kid"
Another day in the life of a public pretender
confused and muddled
that is all life is
to show the barest emotion
to society it is forbidden
outlawed like a criminal
you can't be yourself
it's always you can't do this or that
but against society no one stands
for if so you will get shunned
called a "freak" or "not normal"
and because of this oppression
your life will become undone
resorting to insanity or sucide
but sadly in this world
you have to be perfect
no flaws or mishaps
to be the best idol you can be
is what is wanted from society
so god forbid if you want to be different
you always have to abide by the rules
but sometimes the ones who make them
don't even follow their own law
so why yell at us when we break them
why aren't they repremanded
or cast out when they don't even follow them
so let us stand up to society
and show them it's ok to be different
lets show society that we can stand on
our own without them
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