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They crowned you with peace, María Corina,
but peace that drips with the poison of politics.
They massaged your ego —
not to free Venezuela,
but to enslave it gently,
in golden chains of Western praise.
They call it democracy,
but their ballots bleed oil and hunger.
They clap for freedom,
while selling weapons under the table.
They said — you fight dictatorship.
But what if your fight feeds another master?
What if their freedom is a leash
woven from your country’s pain?
Democracy is not the only path to dawn —
China walks another road,
and its cities rise from dust to steel.
A good dictator is no sin,
if he dictates bread, not bullets.
Venezuela is not a colony,
not a chessboard for foreign kings.
Let it dream its own destiny,
even if the dream burns slow.
María Corina, beware their gifts —
for every medal hides a motive.
Obama too was crowned too soon,
and history tore the mask from his peace.
The West grows old and stubborn,
its empire sinking beneath its lies.
The world no longer bows to its mirror —
its reflection breaks with every war.
When the curtain falls,
Europe will weep in its own ashes,
and the world will whisper —
"You fooled us once,
but never again."
On the 7th day of Christmas
it was new year’s eve,
and on that midnight 2025 ended
- just like that -
with the poof of fireworks.
Did we have to rush right into 2026?
No. We could have talked about it,
and come up with a better alternative.
We’ve all seen money
- you know, dollars, euros and pounds - right?
Those little pieces of paper have no intrinsic value
- we all just agree on their worth.
We should've channeled that extrinsic power and agreed on something else,
Like deciding that the year after 2025 would be 2029.
You know, the midnight when 2025 ended - poof - 2029 could’ve begun.
We’re all adults - must we amortize this horrible mistake we made?
Think about it - Donald Trump would’ve been out of the White House in days.
Or is it the ‘Trump-Gold-House’ now?
It’s hard to keep up with CrAzY.
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Songs for this:
That's Me Trying - William Shatner
Whether Politics or Personal
By Franklin Price
10/29/2018
Whether Politically or Personally
You are who you appear
Who you are from day to day
Election time or year to year
How you socialize with others
Should be who you are alone
Who you are on Facebook
The same as on the telephone
To blame it on another
Is to lie within your mind
They are not you, and you not them
I hope that you will find
If you desire to be yourself
Not as the many all around
You may choose to climb the mountain
Or remain on lower ground
If you're not up for office
Don't act as those who are
Vote how your conscience tells you
Leave your mark and not a scar
Over and over there's evidence of the same old story
People giving up their honor when tempted by greed
Seeking fame, fortune and their perception of glory
when they already have much more than they need.
It's a tale of skullduggery about those who are blind
to how they take advantage of those who are weak.
It tells of what it can do to mess with a man's mind,
when it's a lofty position he or she chooses to seek.
Those who are unscrupulous will wallow in the gutter
promising anything, if it's what people want to hear.
They spew lies with every egotistical word they utter,
masked with a smile to make them seem to be sincere.
I know this sounds like another jab at maligned politics,
but this same scenario applies to many walks of life.
Many dupe, misleading others, using a bag of tricks,
but their hypocrisy often results in conflicts and strife.
They fool gullible folks with hope of unreachable dreams
Preying on their concerns, making them believe it's true
but all the while their only goals are dishonest schemes
to take control, no matter who it is they have to screw.
They never shoulder blame for the mistakes they make
always have an excuse for empty promises they've broken.
The naïve will sadly believe them, but it ends in heartache.
Beware knaves who seldom tell the truth with words spoken.
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Civil War II
Perhaps if civil war comes, it will be broken into scores of guerilla wars.
This prolonged agony is a reason General Lee surrendered!
The division in America—2024
Once again, they’ll vote him in
Unfinished business he’s say’n
With inflation, border security, and Putin
If I were President, no war ‘tween Russian and Ukrainian
The root of every problem lies at the feet of DemocRats
I’ll make America even greater again so wish me congrats
With all due respect, say the other body, about MAGA Mayhem
Coming from the Rat Party, Trump’s administration
Second American Civil War erupts
Portland bucks any attempt at a putsch, mobs
on the part of bonkers right wing nutjobs
NOVA-Richmond-Hampton Roads urban corridor
Virginia’s historic ties to the first Civil War
Michigan takes firmly on the blue population
Process of coups and political consolation
Attempt on the part of the Far Right
Blue stand up winning this states fight
New York City is far more progressive
N. Y. State revolutionary hotbed, aggressive
The Big Apple proclaims itself a free city
Maine, Texas, California, I can go on, such a pity
Political Refugees
The Deep South the old confederacy on a political level
Getting extremely excited, a race with the devil
As for the rest of the states, their ability to pick one side, but please
Their biggest problem would be dealing with political refugees
An assessment and something to seriously ponder!
Dad, why are those men carrying flags?
Because it's a parade
To honor our country
Then the little boy asked,
Were you an Army man?
Yes, I was.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Why do the Army men in wheelchairs
Have ribbons on their chests?
They're for bravery son
Do you have any?
I wasn't as brave as them.
Now look straight ahead to the Flag son.
Can I be a soldier one day?
Only if you grow up big and strong
Stand tall and straight
Have a steady hand
With good eyes
And aren't afraid
Then you can be a soldier.
Sitting around the kitchen table
Listening to their fathers and uncles talk of the days when they were young
Boys grow up
Listening to the glories of war
Adventure and camaraderie
And guns and things.
Years later another war begins
From old wounds never healed
Young boys become men
And answer the call
During the war
Soldiers slog on
Mired in mud
Deep in fight
They obey this
And do that
But no one wants
To see a soldier
On his back.
Politicians will say
The outcome of war
Rests with the people
But once the war starts
And the killings begin
Politics becomes business
Dirty tricks a diversion
And truth a casualty.
People ask
Who is in charge?
No one answers
Reasons not given
Only lies and
Pointed fingers
And the voice at the top
Has no blame.
But one thing is certain
When all is said
There will be bloodshed and
Many dead.
Ask the old men
Who know about war
And drink to memories of long ago
Boys were led to believe
Stories made of lies
The simple truth
Never told
Is fathers lied
And soldiers died.
We Did Not Take Action to Start a War
it is a sad day
in the world of ours
the the leader
of the U.S.
is turning into a gangster leader
threatening massive destruction
on Iran and other countries
including destroying cultural sites
not too long ago
such actions was condemned
by the United States
as long as ISIS and others did it
but if Trump does it
it is suddenly okay
although it is a war crime
and telegraphing our moves
telling our enemies
what we are planing
that is the act
of a truly stable genius
who will go down
in history
as one of the greatest presidents
we have ever
and the president
announcing that
that he took action
to start a war
but to stop a war
is a wonder to behold
every word is false
and everyone knows it
well we are now
going down the Orwellian rabbit hole
and who know where it will end
as our dear leader
screws forth
one lie after another
and our spineless leaders
applaud
as American democracy dies
a thousand deaths
with every Presidential tweet
Why was my whole special school life,
An interpretation of nature and school?
A philosophical contemplation and analysis,
A freeway inquiry into the education tool.
Because the god concept was lain out,
On the household table, delicately spread,
I was sharp at social phenomenon,
Even as a primary child was not off my head.
When I journeyed down the corridors,
Slowly, because of my disability,
I was more often than not on my own,
‘Cos the others would show off their mobility.
So I thought about the politics,
Of the special school and our integration right,
Our need of ramps and disabled toilets,
The importance of everybody’s mindset height.
I classed the whole organisational structure as wrong,
For using the carers as playtime supervisors,
‘Cos in my old nursery school the teachers contravened,
In any tit-for-tat playground misdemeanours.
The teachers knew us in the classroom,
So adjudicated fairly and with respect,
Were able to administer justice,
Wherever there was a point of regret.
The carers were just not on my level,
And you had to do what they said,
Which overshadowed my whole experience,
Which made me much see red.
It was believed that the carers had a light on,
Because they scribed for us in maths,
But your profession level sets your reception,
Of high-flyers’ stares and laughs.
I mean, I didn’t ever laugh at them,
For their low rank and position,
But that just meant they never put me with,
My parents speech and religion.
But I considered myself determined philosophically,
Not in the free-will line of thought camp,
And just needed a man, board or committee,
To rejuvenate myself and amp.
So I often spoke with the school doctor,
The boss of the cliques and staff,
But the other pupils resented it,
Laughing at my physical prospects, chaff.
When your life does not go right,
Insist, if you can, on calling the shots,
Make appointments with the gods,
And beam with importance watts.
Corona Virus
By Franklin Price
03/12/2020
Corona virus came our way
From China to the U.S.A.
From air and sea and from the ground
The cases started to abound
Steps were taken early on
To keep Corona Virus out
Person to person is how it's spread
Protection's what it's all about
Travel restrictions put in place
First China, Korea, Italy
More were made, as time went on
Now Europe is the place we see
Tests are needed to expose
Where this virus now abides
They now exist but not enough
And Politics are taking sides
It now has been a month and more
Politics are in the way
Administration got it wrong
That's what some people have to say
Corona now around the globe
Is pandemic, is world-wide
Should cross the aisle to help resolve
Now's not the time to take a side
Imagine a topsy turvy upset
Where humans were pets
President Jack Russell in talks
With terriers from york
Debating about pest control
Keeping humans in control
Women kept for breading and tame
Men kept for hunting and games
Imagine the chaos if dogs ruled
Who'd stop them being cruel
Locking humans in the garden
Barking and beating hard men
Would they prepare the food?
And clean up the poop?
Would dogs walk on two legs?
And humans use all four instead?
Defining humans into pedigrees
A caged human? Set it free
Lassie would be a heart throb
Wellards the highest payed dog
Workin for the BBC company
Barking beyond companionity
Bathrooms wouldn't be invented
Forests for public conveniences
Politics would still be as bad
Even Jack Russells barking mad
Arguing about the price of meat
From butcher dogs superleads
The largest franchise dog bone
Lots of treats to take home
Second place home barkings
Where they get pets bargains
German shepherds policing the street
As the other breeds are too weak
If the topsy turvy world was true
Not differ much from our rule
I think it would be less confusing
As the dogs life is more amusing