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Rebirth of a movement, for the people, for the human race.
Enshrined in our memories, an adventure to live with grace.
Nucleus of our freedom, justice and our liberty, all encompassing.
Animated by individuals seeking new life, a new beginning.
Submitting to our visions for a place to call our own, and a home.
Conclude no longer are we the silent majority and alone.
Emergent of the sleeping giant, as a voice, we become one.
Nexus as the stewards of our planet mother earth to fecund.
Cultivate our talents in unison as a community
Emulating all we know to be right from wrong, instinctively.
Renascence
11/17/2022
Wake up, America!
Wake up you silent majority,
you sons and daughters of liberty.
All who bleed red, white and blue
your country needs you!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to the revolution
and stand up for the constitution.
Stand against division and hate
now before it’s too late!
Wake up, America!
Wake up folks hither and yon
and vote till a great victory is won.
Soon it will be your patriotic turn
to quell the fires that burn!
Wake up, America!
Wake up and repulse evermore
the wolves and jackals at your door.
Alas the riotin’ mobs in your town
want to tear America down!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to all the fake news
and be most careful who you choose.
Get aboard and ride the Trump train
back to Washington again!
Wake up, Sleepy Joe!
America is not a racist country
but Godless marxists want it to be.
And yet still in your basement hidin’
you say nothin’, Joe Biden!
Wake up, America!
And now that the votes are in
miraculous ballots keep appearin’.
Now we see Red states right on cue
mysteriously turnin’ Blue!
Wake up, America!
Well it’s up to the courts now
to seek truth and justice somehow.
Funny how the laptop incrimination
became Russian disinformation!
Wake up, America!
Joe says it’s now time to heal
but first there’s an election to steal.
That stench in the air is hypocrisy
and the death of democracy!
Wake up, America!
For your country say a prayer
that we wake from this nightmare.
But alas as a wise man once spoke
you can’t wake the woke!
Written: Sept - Nov 2020
imagine there is a war and nobody goes
turns swords into ploughshares instead
builds homeless shelters instead of bunkers
shares toil freedom and land
resists grabbing power
dresses in peace flags and love
the silent majority does not wish
to be slaughtered on battle fields
to satisfy greed and corruption
and they have a say because
they are the masses
we the people need to find our voice
a choir of compassion
and pacifist canon
rhymed metered and tranquil
poetry in untroubled stance and
rhythm of caring intention
I was once a soldier
had sold my soul to the highest bidder
to finance studies and life style
which still leaves a sour taste on my vita
today I am a simple poet
with something to say
quietly walk away from aggression
and hope that my bubble will spread
imagine there is a heaven
and we can stop burning bridges
as well as bear the cross on our shoulders
31st January 2023
Now I feel like I'm one of the silent majority
Like I'm that person who's eating humble pie
Though bitterness eating away inside of me
And now I'm starting to crumble, all I do is cry
Expressing one's self in words, it's not as easy
But then trying to talk I do mumble, yes that's I
Getting myself into a right state getting panicky
But then I suppose a bit of a wombale that’s why
Sometimes I don’t choose my words that carefully
Trying to rumble tall yeah there’s no word of a lie
But right now these times just seem so scary
And as like always I stumble though ,I do try!
Again another little interpretasion of ones self expressing
another side in same vain as other writes older wonder
ect i was trying here to be clever with wording still wanting to
add extra verse perhaps in future I will do
written by my slef davidscott,,,,,,,,,,,,,, feb2013
inspierd by past and present circumstants
InTERPRETASIONS OF ONES SELF
It seems sometimes,
Life is testing you.
You believe you can rise up,
Have something to look forward to.
There has been times life
Has brought me to my knees.
It can bring pain,
And a lot of unease.
I think this is the way
It has to be.
Life is full of
Wreckage and debris.
It is the teacher of lessons,
It can be cruel and hard.
It can ease in or
Catch you off guard.
I would never make you question,
Who I would choose?
If you could only, walk a
Mile, in my shoes.
My choice would be you,
Every single day.
When I look at you,
I get swept away.
I would support you no
Matter how I felt.
Even to be just another
Notch in your belt.
I would be your special lover,
Your epic fantasy.
The kind that leaves you
On the brink of insanity.
I would be that one friend,
Always by your side.
We would mold as one,
Never to divide.
I would cherish you,
Keep you dry in the rain.
I would love you,
I will ease your pain.
I would make your happiness,
My only priority.
I would become your
Silent majority.
Turbo1904 ?
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Global Extinction
The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.
When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.
The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.
No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.
I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they kill the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.
Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction! No more contradictions.
No more self-punctured nails.
Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary. If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.
Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.
All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.
The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…
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