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They lie about our past
when they call it shameful
the negative they grasp
to make it all seem painful
We gave the world the justice system
invented laws free of religion
stood up to oppressive leaders
freed the slaves and stopped the traders
We invented human rights
the rule of law and fought the fights
the modern world and all its sights
now they try to darken lights
When we had an Empire
we abolished slavery
gave the freedoms you desire
Some thought this could never be
the right to vote for leaders
Governance politically
modern day believers
ignorant to legacy
Our Empire was built on trade
protected by the military
Gave more than the others gave
positives of history
What we gave we do not owe
no other empire did give
when time came to let it go
that’s exactly what we did
There is a pride to being British
a mighty pride they’ll never know
some just want to see us finished
self hatred, a modern show!
executive, judicial, & legislative colluding bozos
feigning, grinning, hobnobbing... arrogant beastie
boys and goo goo dolls sporting snazziest custom
tailored (swiftly) made harried styled fancy clothes
at taxpayers expense of course, but more important
exerting Republican driven power to deprive *******
constitutional right to vote
namely i.e. disenfranchisement
especially upcoming 2020
presidential election woes
rendered manifold times
more challenging populace
up in arms vehemently
protesting prolonged quarantine
scrawling, sketching, &
striking garish noir
artist's rendition arrows
(albeit broken) corruptly,
lamentably, pathetically politicos
hell bent upending cradle holding
what dead souls Lord Knows...?
Analogous whim didst flit hither
and yon to & fro within
noggin (mine), the following
representation you envision
whereby governmental representatives
dead set declawing,
maiming, née destroying
Bald Eagle Great Seal symbolizing
The eagle head turned
towards olive branch, on right side,
to symbolize preference for peace.
In beak, eagle clutches
a scroll with motto E pluribus unum
("Out of Many, One"),
The Olive branch and arrows
denote power of peace &
war which exclusively vested in Congress.
You know that it’s the
Beginning of the end
When the capital of the United States
Was siege by a gang of protestors
Who was willing to do anything
To get their point across
Which we’ve seen happen in
Other countries, not the U.S.A
It’s the beginning of the end
When senators viciously attacked
Each other, Some took an oath
To protect this country, but found
Themselves involved in beginning of a downfall
The violence sending out shock waves out
Around the world
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When people prefer war instead
Of peace, and no one wants to
Follow an order to help save lives
From a virus that seems to be man made
There are laws in this country
And in life, that you have to
Abide by, because everyone has
To answer to a higher up, no exceptions
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When your thoughts and opinions
Even your freedom of speech is challenged
Also your right to vote
With that being said
When another country can try
To dictate what happens in
Your country, is an ending
From all that has happen
This country will never be the same
Let's pray
North
Korea's
Pillsbury doughboy
is at it again, whipping up
rhetoric and rockets and mayhem
this time with evil little sister behind him
looking for the wrong kind of attention
maybe it's time for the big showdown
slap his chubby face with a crowbar
watch the people rip him to shreds
as the dough pours out of his head
after he's laid into the devil's nest
the people can start to live again
a right to vote, freedom of speech
isn't freedom of religion a peach
Martin Luther King had a dream
we pray it'll free North Koreans
light another torch to democracy
commies are a blight to world peace
Peeping down through
the closed blind,
reflecting moon spy-tease
the created mind;
manipulating the running
of ebony-hued time,
trying to canvas a poem
with lines that rhyme.
Now if you knew how to rap,
this would be a snap
but it’s not so easy
in the wee hours, without a nap.
Yet, when you’ve survived
the trials of another day,
It’s not really that hard to scribe
what you need to say.
Here in the home of the brave
and the land of the free,
we have yet to cave
racism and abject bigotry.
While cold war debates
continue their drum major runs,
sacred lives remain victims of hate
and free-firing lawless guns.
No longer can we let the fearful minority
keep us in such dire calamity.
Like the ancestors dead and gone,
we too must fight against evil and wrong;
rising up and claiming our prized liberty.
Let us not leave coming generations
without worthiness and high hope.
Let us not insult our ancestral patrons
who fought and won the right to vote.
Freedom
It's not just about what country you live in
It's not about the rights you have.
It's not about the religion you choose to practice
You also have the right not to choose one at all.
It's not about being able to stand up and speak your mind.
It's not about your right to vote
Or your right to choose the life or death of the unborn
Freedom is a gift from God
Starting with free will
Freedom was not given to be taken for granted
Men died for you to have freedom
Racism shouldn't exist in a free society
They watched friends die on the battlefield
against tyranny for your children to live free.
It's a gift worth fighting for
even when you really don't want to fight.
When we start respecting the gift
The wrongs in this country will be made right
The futures of your children deserve for us to get it right.
Black people, white people, native people, Mexican people
All people want to see their children grow up free and happy
It's time we let them.
Hostile Takeover
Written by: D. Collins 10/3/14
Way, back when, nobody saw the big plan.
Redistribute the vote all across the land.
Putting judges in place to enforce their will.
Carrying guns in case they have to kill.
Its been a hostile takeover of basic rights.
And, abortion decisions are taken overnight.
They chose this route because they cannot win.
No clue of the devil buried deep within.
NSA spying came from Bush’s regime.
Once it was exposed, it became Obama’s thing.
Obama got caught holding the bag.
America lost friends it once had.
A hostile takeover is what we’re currently in.
From the right to vote to the prison system.
A coup d'état is right before our eyes.
An ideology affecting so many lives.
As expected, Mr. Eartle will die on time or sooner
We understand India has over 1.3 billion people
None of them are followers of Eartle or his turtle wax
But unlike the soon to be deceased man from America
The certificates in turtle wax will grow on in perpetuity
He will leave behind a fortune in computers made in India
That will also continue to rise in interest and of interest to
The aforementioned over populated place already mentioned
Where people and profits speak a language more in tune with you
And if that is not enough to warm the cockles of your heart
Eartle owns really real estate not fake
Three mansions on a lake if not mistaken
All in the United States of America
Not to be confused with India at all
His properties continue to be of interest to a band of hobos
Family members who are hardly members of the human race
More like viruses which came into existence as mistakes
As precursors to life formed from the beginning of creation
To latch on to you or other living organisms to exist at all
Mr. Eartle must die today so he can vote in 27 states
So what if his properties will be occupied by viruses
People from Texas who know what's best for them
Who smile so it must be time to go
He will die today to save more space
Is it wrong to be invisible?
There is nothing nice about being alive
Showing ID can be a hassle
You can cast more votes when dead
Because no one sees you in the booth
Let an angel pull a lever in your name
Even if it is Eartle not from India
Good citizens never go away
Constitutions change but not constituents
They vote in many places when they are dead
No one ever really dies these days
Everything is computerized
And it is illegal to discriminate against an alien
Such as spirits or a ghost
Entities who have every right to vote
I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
lifetime losers- twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-
They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're insane
spared the sparky chair and ball and chain
a lifetime of freebies...at the peril of my pay-
There's a pack of mad dogs lying in wait
ready to unload their unbridled fangs
time to (perc) up folks-time to lock and load
at least you'll give society a chance
when the next time bomb explodes....
Bernie and the hee-haw gang want to give these A-holes
the right to vote--
So we were told, Just like the Song we sang
"Twinkle twinkle little star"
But the stars are dim
So we keep wondering
And now, we are in a wander land
You have right to vote
and to be voted for
But I can't remember the last time
They used the count
While we raise our voices in secret
To speak our minds
The only voice we hear is
"This is Nigeria, get use to it"
I don't believe in this, but we are living in it
They make the rule and break
They take the treasures to hides
They make patrol with it
All we do is to wave at their vans and say
"They are eating our money"
Even the one we thought
would make the Change
Wears his glasses to say
" They are now in chains"
They all come in like youths
With their ages reduced
Only to steal the goods
And forget the youths
Who are the pillars for real
If the pillar is weak
Then the house will fall!
#Bitterbutbetter