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We talk in a world where no one will hear.
Made so deaf by what we all feel and fear.
We're dark smoking, popped bulbs at night.
Burned out, shattered, spreading no light.
Now wars are waged in once peaceful streets.
and law enforcers afraid to walk their old beats.
No side is good, no side is bad, we're to blame.
One people, the same blood, stoking this flame.
Media coverage ignites, Social pandemics arise.
we're war-torn and broken, our moral demise.
Words that are typed, and the memes we see.
The modern age communication, troll mentality.
If I could rewrite the universe, remove the pain.
Make this a place we can breathe once again.
A place where our children can live in peace.
Where each man is met at his simplest needs.
If one light could cause the darkness to hide.
What of thousands? letting go of their pride.
I'd see the light bulbs shine, as we rise above.
Bred in merciful hearts of unconditional love.
If I could change the world, this would be true.
With peace and prosperity for me and for you.
It's not socialism, communism, I hope you see.
It's compassion and restoration of our humanity.
(wrote for "If I could change the world" Challenge hosted by: Becca Teagan)
I'm kind of taken by Jeremy Corbyn, the man and his success,
And believe that for the leadership role he may be able to dress;
I think what’s going unsaid is that he’s kind of in a way funny,
Minutely, not gloomy like Brown or Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny.
He’s a breath of fresh air on the economy and education,
‘Cos he’ll tax the rich more and increase the tax of corporation,
He’ll set up a National Education Service for any and for all,
And restrict free schools so that upon liberality they will call.
Tax evasion will be dealt with, so Amazon and Starbucks can cower,
And housing rents will be controlled, to let the hard-worker flower;
Immigration will not be dismissed, and welfare reform will be opposed,
And Trident will not be renewed, as political solutions will be supposed.
The renationalisation of energy giants will stop high electricity bills,
And Europe will centre in British politics and system safety drills;
The NHS will not be privatised but with social care it will be warm,
And women’s workplace rights will be proffered in a massive, great big swarm.
He'll have a Minister for the Arts, to trophy art, music, literature and poetry,
He opposed the Iraq war, and will work with Russia at diplomacy;
He’ll fight for socialism and its beliefs, but in a modern way, considered,
And he’ll represent normal people, because he comes from Salford.
However, I don't like John MacDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Who should be more for the centrist view and a conscientious people reader;
His right-hand man should be someone who gives the opinion of the party’s right,
To offset Labour Leader Mr Corbyn and his radical, militant, socialistic fight.
But all the best to you, Jeremy, I hope things go your way,
And you stabilise the country with the left-wing policies of the day;
Although your shadow cabinet should be more representative in its views,
I hope that the economy rewards you for your heartfelt unionist dues.
You can read some of Jeremy Corbyn's poetry at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/Jeremy_Corbyn/11844716/Published-at-last-the-poems-of-Jeremy-Corbyn.html
I know you say that there’s bodies
across the Russian land,
outside of abandoned work camps,
where countless souls were damned,
and yes, there’s twenty million gone
by those who claimed our name,
and radiation splashed about,
I know that seems insane,
but what you do not understand
is those guys screwed it up,
that Lenina and that Stalin guy,
they pushed too hard, too much.
Thought they could make socialism
with cruelty and might,
but we’re not like those tyrants, no,
this time we’ll do it right!
I know you saw that great famine
when China tried to leap,
and it’s hard not to be appalled,
when the price seems so steep,
and seeing government teach kids
to turn against their own…
yes, sixty million is a lot,
we’ve seen the stats, we know,
but that Mao guy was way off base,
strayed too far from the path,
I mean, that guy liked little girls,
you can’t trust men like that.
We want to build a better world,
not brutal appetites,
we’d never let in men like that,
this time we’ll do it right!
I know that those darn killing fields
can leave bad impressions,
that turning back to ‘Year Zero,’
seems a mad obsession,
that a third of Cambodians
going off to their death
is honestly the sort of thing
that makes you catch your breath.
But that Pol Pot was out-of-whack,
that’s not what we’re about,
to rebuild all society?
Who would dream of that now?
To think we’d have such arrogance
when bringing you to light,
we’d never kill those who stand out,
This time we’ll do it right!
Yes, Cuba and North Korea
are poor, broken, and lost,
and sure, their people, to get out
will open oceans cross.
We’re aware the Venezuela
collapsed in just ten years,
that they once had great oil wealth,
but now are drowned in tears.
You have to see, in all of this,
they don’t get Marx’s point,
and if they knew it like we do,
they’d not be out-of-joint.
When we’re in charge you’ll never see
the genocides or blight,
we’re gonna build a paradise,
this time we’ll do it right!
…Hey, why are they all pointing guns at me? Who let the
peasants have gu—
I'm in a stagnant job, deep in despair,
The rich have money—why don’t they care?
Rent rises, every necessity inflates
Why can’t I get a few bucks from Bill Gates?
I work all day, and come home beat
I step over homeless, sleeping on the street
I'm on a treadmill, no way to get ahead
Not even money for a concert by the "Grateful Dead."
I was at the rally for Mamdani, we chanted "tax the rich"
Kathy Hochul said, "I hear ya", for our socialist niche.
I may not have ability, but I can plead
From each according to ability, to each his need.
Our deficit is trillions, what's a few million more?
I could buy a mansion on the Georgia island shore
I say let's clean out all those rich guy's plates
Maybe then I'll attract some cooler dates!
Think of all those billionaires, and shed a tear
There's Tim Springer, monoclonal pioneer
What has he got that I haven't got?
My scooter is broken, but I'd sure like a yacht.
There's Carl Hansen, whose money grows on trees
He uses A.I. to find treatments for disease
If only he would fund my next MRI
I'd bake him a cookie, for a standup guy!
There's August Troendle who founded "Medpace"
I'd like to demand my due from him face to face
He runs clinical trials for drug companies
Would he spare a few million, if I say "please?"
China has many a science billionaire
How about international donations, shouldn't they share?
Instead of preparing for World War Three
Couldn't they give some Yuan to me?
So I'll vote AOC, Bernie and Zohran
That way I know where my next meal comes from.
You might argue that they'll make bad into worse
But for now, I want my share of the purse.
Special license plated signing of $197 million dollar events;
Political confess rich ones have not;
Dredge the have nots includes Revelations protected children;
Government is an artificial expedition such,
it's a witch hunt;
Process uncomfortable;
Administration pursued multiple;
Challenges poverty iniquities;
Political inquiries;
Let's find out where we went wrong;
Correct the problems;
It's not about socialism;
Help the poor in the spirit revision;
And the soul first teach them to fish;
Don't just give them the fish;
Let's find out where we went wrong;
America!
Correct the problem spells resolution;
Government
I don't need your political monies give me your prayers teachings and helps;
Show me how to fish and help me keep my breath;
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Don't fear the blue man group
They're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves...
but
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless-looking
wire rimmed
blackboard preachers.
Wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues...
Turning classrooms into cancer cells.
Teaching the innocent that it's all about
color of skin and not character
after all-
Despite the truly oppressed
coming here by the millions
from every nook and cranny
on this cracking planet.
Children are being taught
that the USA is systemically
racist
oppressive
inherently evil.
If that were the case, would they not avoid it like the plague?
"Teachers," along with the politically connected,
are pushing socialism and mayhem.
The press corps. {short for pressurizers} are the devil's sword.
Pitting we the peeps against one another.
Always dividing by color, turning up the pressure.
Highlighting the worst of mankind.
Turning up the pressure to further divide.
Playing heavily edited clips
Turning up the pressure
over and over again...
for ratings
for revenue
for votes.
Turning up the pressure way past the red zone.
Until all the colors explode into a death rainbow...
Soulless pressurizers, dividers of souls-
Pay attention, parents; they're after your lambs.
Demand body cams for these teachers of mayhem.
Protect them from those chalk-wielding, scorpion-hearted thugs.
Lift your hog noses from your cell phones.
Listen to your children-give them a peck of hope
and a bushel of love.
Is it still there, swaying in the
Chicago air?
I dream of myself with dark,
ribboned braids, being just seven.
And swinging my tanned legs as
hard as I Could,,trying to kiss God's
cheek in heaven.
Oh to be seven again!
When free speech reigned.
Girls had cap guns and trains.
We played games of all kinds,
No PC police to say,"No, No"
"No cowboy and Indian games.
Choose marbles, they are PC tame"
(Yes and so maddeningly lame!)
Nobody hit one another.
We were of all nationalities!
All colors and yes, were sisters
and brothers.
No such freedom for Children today.
They must, bow, kneel and kiss
whatever pressure groups say!
They are trying to make girls into
boys and boys into girls.
One androgynous nation under
no God at all?
Where all are "whichevers" and
Freedom has taken it's fall!
We use color to get our way.
That white man is pure evil they say.
So we beat them good, though they
did nothing to us.
It's the sign of the times.
All white women and men must
Bite the dust?
Sadly, sadly, our freedoms down
the toilet go.
To the SS Socialism Ship we blindly go.
Cheering for free everything.
You will never hear another
Liberty Bell Ring!
October 23, 2019
Tea pot Patty slurps her ginger tea
Whiskey with opioids mixed within it
A cup of pleasure there for company
Poor bar stool could break in two
With Patty and her tonnage on it
A lit cigar dangles from thick lips
She was born upside down with it
When a doctor slapped
She slapped back
Put him in the hospital for his insolence
A convenience since he was already there
For this emergency with tender loving care
Not foreseen or known beforehand
Or was it a back hand that landed him
In traction instead of out there golfing
She continues drinking assorted teas
Don't mention doctors around fat Patty
It could evoke a joke or something mean
Don't even thing about her portly size
Or zip code being issued in her name
In honor of her state of mind and weight
It could elicit a response or something worse
The evolution of a smile hard at work
Authors Disclaimer: The author wishes to distance himself from the name "Patty" and "zip codes" since he does not know of any persons or entities with those names.
In light of the new religions of socialism and related politics, the author wishes to distance himself even further, say Mars and beyond. He wants to apologize in advance to all snowflakes and their kind who might be offended by such matters as weight or zip code size insults taking place.
Socialism
My Opinion
Tom
8-1-2019
Politicians promise anything to get, or stay, elected,
Socialism won’t save the world and should be rejected.
They endeavor to convince others that their role is in sync,
Armed with opinions, and like armpits, most stink.
I wonder how many promises we might see fulfilled,
By those pushing socialism, some quite skilled.
We elect foul mouthed people who should be curbside,
As our country continues on its downhill slide.
The things socialist’s espouse appear downright crazy,
Intended to capture the vote, of the free seeking lazy.
There are no free lunches, affixed to everything is a price,
While the free loaders pay nothing, others will sacrifice.
You can’t eradicate poverty by bringing the rich down,
This kind of socialist thinking is just a legal shakedown.
Just take from the haves because a have not feels slighted,
Give them a seat at the table so they won’t feel uninvited.
"To thine own self
be true..." ~
Many a lunatic have mouthed
these words.
Problem is, there are two selves~
our Lesser and Higher:
The Lesser, that which we
assume daily; and the Higher
which is an eternal elevation
unreachable -- here we have to
settle, like with horseshoes, close
and closer, but only God is the
Perfect Ringer!
To be one's self,
a perfected self, as God sees us
and challenges us to rise to daily,
is to be less personal, in an earthly
ego sense, and more magnanimous
in a pure loving sense.
God is a
community...of all that is, and all
that can ever be. To separate ourselves
from God, mentally and spiritually,
is to be an Independent Destroyer --
Satan's Fall...was his wrong step.
Into oblivion....
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Not to confound nor confuse:
Communism, is not Community.
And Socialism, is not Social....
God's Community is, total independence
from sin.