Long Rioting Poems
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Deep in the heart of Ireland there runs
A dark belief the future rests on guns
In the midst of a riot in the city of Derry
That sinister undercurrent was in play
It was then that Lyra, just doing her job
Took snaps to record the rioting mob.
Here was a promising young reporter
Whom many a paper hankered after
Yet a single bullet from an illicit gun
Ended a career so bravely begun.
This innocent target felled by a single shot
Became the shadowy gunman's scabrous blot
For out of that Good Friday's grim testament
There has grown full community agreement
That terrorists must never again stalk the land
To dismantle the dialogue of peace long since planned.
Out of the ashes , we hope , of the martyrdom of Lyra McKee
Will Ireland from vile and callous terrorism be now set free.
Potent grief exists in the paternoster
recited by exiles each break of dawn —
and they never cease to mourn with drums.
Exiles are men
with two lives,
and they often fast,
preferring to sip gently the treacly sap
dripping from the eyes of fortitude.
Riding the thin line
of the horizon,
they seek truths underneath
receding rims of the atmosphere —
the truths
of a desolated homeland
atrophied by distance.
They do not pray
only to return home,
but to meet their mothers’ funerals —
Mothers harassed to death
by ruthless authorities
whose diaries speak of languor.
How do pirates with their eye patches
count the stars,
and how do feathers of thinning clouds
react to the invasion of rioting storms?
Exiles are native drummers
gone for a festivity yonder.
Like the dead, they live in the
hearts of those who truly love them.
You see ‘woke’ hordes roaming the streets,
beating people and setting fires,
you look to your leaders and ask,
“Why do you let riots transpire?”
They scowl and says,”It’s just protest,
you lie when you say it’s dire!”
They side with these damn thuggish scum…
You should go out and buy a gun.
You turned to the police to stop
the burning of business and home,
to lock up these damn criminals,
and reclaim the streets where they roam,
but when you call, they say,’We can’t.
Mayors orders, you’re all on your.”
Not allowed to protect anyone…
You should go out and buy a gun.
When some finally were locked up,
you hoped the courts would do the trick,
but the judges were leftists types,
all funded by a foreign prick,
The refused to charge the bastards,
most of them were released right quick,
ensuring more rioting is done…
you should go out and buy a gun.
Now maybe you understand why
so many oppose gun control,
if you don’t help the powerful
they’ll just leave you out in the cold,
your rights will be fast forsaken,
while the criminals are extolled.
Never trust to these corrupt bums,
go out and buy yourself a gun.
You’re the only one you can ever truly rely on.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
American citizens are born with the inalienable right
To peaceably assemble, to petition
Their grievances, their aversions, their plights.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Marching and rioting; with causes so deep;
Hubris and anger taking the charge, engaging
In destruction, threatening the welfare of the public at large.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Women's rights, undocumented immigrants,
The racial divide and global affairs their major concerns;
Heightened by the outcome of this unprecedented election,
Propelling feckless tactics and undue aggression.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Celebrities jumping on board; rallying with acrid voices,repudiating calm
resolution for revolt and revolution.
What have they accomplished, what have they done; tarnished the
credibility of voices that should peacefully be sung.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
February 20, 2017
My teeth walked down the stairs today
Molar stepped on aluminum and I yelled “hey!”
They were rioting to protest the new floss.
I rolled my eyes; after all, I am the boss!
My mouth tried to speak but nothing came out
Not whisper, a gurgle, a cough or a shout.
My teeth snickered; a sassy incisor cheered.
They were gaining momentum as I had feared!
My tongue gave me a wagging; I heard not a word.
Those damn teeth had made my face feel absurd.
My teeth began dancing, in the night, in the street.
To a crazy, happy, sensual reggae beat.
How to get them back? What would I have to do?
I promised them the moon, and new floss too….
It seems the latest trend we see,
now that we’ve hit hard times,
is for the city folks to flee
plague and leaders malign.
They run to the sticks or suburbs,
it looks like they won’t leave,
and hopefully they will have learned
to change their failed beliefs.
The idea that they once cheerled
led us to this collapse,’
the leftist though the experts bred
corrupted young minds fast.
The burning and the rioting,
the obsession with skin,
all the ritual self-hating
inculcated within.
This all came from the failed notions
implanted in their brains,
virtue signaling in motion
drives half the world insane.
That violence is excusable
if done for leftist cause,
the soft on crime is laudable,
we don’t need cops and laws.
That business is the real bad guy,
so burn them, they’re ‘insured,’
it’s okay if some people die
for what ‘victims’ endured.
The providing law and order
is not really your job,
that you can throw aside voters,
makes excuses for mobs.
That everyone who disagrees
is a fascist to hurt,
and since you’re ‘right’ with history,
their pain is much 'deserved.'
That some folk must ‘apologize’
for things they never did,
that it’s fine to propagandize
in school to people’s kids.
That no one should every defend
their life with lethal force,
we should rely on the trained men,
then you say, “Police—no more!”
You voted for all these things,
yet now you act confused,
you never thought it would bring
destruction down on you.
Instead of fixing it, you ran,
safety you hope to find,
it’s your beliefs that left you damned,
leave the failed ideas behind.
The same people who demand I put that mask over my face
are the same ones who lift sieves from borders.
Inviting sludge +slag along with the gold.
The ones with no respect for law and order.
The same ones that demonize all police.
The same ones who close an ocean.
The same ones who claim they can stop rioting with a hug.
Broiling the soul of the country for optics and blood ratings.
The same ones that release violent inmates.
Into society to protect them from the flu.
The same ones that are defacing Honest Abe.
The same ones that use retirement homes
as halfway houses for rapists and drug addicts.
The same ones that rip toilets from their mansions,
to avoid paying taxes-all the while raising mine...
That's why you can bet your blue "regressive" behind
That my thumb will be turning red come November.
GOEBBELS, PROPAGANDA TECHNIQUES, USA StYLE
He may be dead but his methods in practice
today.
The media, TV, and social, censored in every
way.
All spew Leftist philosophy,night and day.
Let's not forget Hollywood, the newspapers
even Netflix, too.
We, the truth uniformed, truth-starved, human
zoo!
Even in our sports the snake of censorship has
had its way.
Team names changed to placate political correctness,
it must have its say!
I am for rioting but only on Zoom!
Using Hollywood sets, let them all go Kaboom!
The honest, the non-criminals, they get hauled
off to jail.
Like that asthmatic mother, manhandled by the
police and she was quite frail.
Watching a football game was her
crime!
Oh, excuse me, she is an asthmatic and cannot
wear a mask at anytime.
You can be a conscious less looter in the USA,
an illegal immigrant, kill police or be a sex
deviant, too.
But God-fearing, patriotic freedom loving,
Americans, sorry, the hatred is all against you!
Best we pray, we don't become a socialist nation!
All bets are off, we will then be a twin, to that
hideous, Venezuelan pitiful sensation.
" A lie once told remains a lie.
But a lie told a thousand times
becomes the truth."
Joseph Goebbels
September 29, 2020
2:30 pm PST
These are the days when
Peace becomes war
Less becomes more
Love becomes hate
Hope becomes wait
Joy becomes sorrow
Yesterday becomes tomorrow
These are the days when
Truth becomes lies
Suicide becomes survive
Ugly becomes beauty
Deception becomes duty
Life becomes death
Theft becomes gift
These are the days when
Day becomes night
Brave becomes fright
Pleasure becomes pain
Reason becomes insane
Might becomes weak
Shallow becomes deep
These are the days when the bold cold truth
Shall shatter the fragile hearts and empty minds
Of an angry ignorant mob bent on self slavery
Hate Columbus but occupy others land
Hate walls but build your own
Hate police but police your hostages
No intolerence, No thinking, No other point of views
Goose step marching, rioting, looting pillaging
And killing for any excuse that comes your way
Someone is paying for all this, someone is financing chaos
Enraged and scared by a false media protecting and egging them on
When education becomes indoctrination
Chanting slogans that mock the very freedoms they surrender
Poor ignorant fools when enough is enough
That hard bold cold truth will pierce your bubble
Restore peace, rebuild lives and spread freedom for all
Years from now the shame you feel from the hurt you caused
Wounds and death of the very communities you claim support of
You can lynch truth but it will struggle free
And shine the light of love to free even you
How the police acted was a terrible thing
to that unsuspecting citizen named Rodney King.
What they did on that video was definitely not right.
I don’t blame you for getting up to fight.
This incident has caused rioting through the night.
Well, we are no strangers to states of war.
My family had to endure it some two generations before.
They all went through a living hell
when those communists crossed the thirty-eighth parallel.
After the fighting stopped, they left Seoul, Korea.
My mother and father settled down here in America.
They opened a store right here in Los Angeles.
We have been living decently because of this.
If you try to loot my store, I give you fair warning.
We will defend our property all night until morning.
Attempt it, and your soul will be bound for heaven.
I will give you a taste of my Magnum three fifty-seven.
We can take care of ourselves. It won’t be hard
There is no need for the police or National Guard.
Do you know what we can do to any foolish lummox?
We can have you shipped to Pyongyang in a pine box.