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I see a hundred million dead,
their bodies buried in mass graves,
not because they committed crimes,
oh no, they just didn’t behave
the way some cruel ideologue
pronounced that all people should act,
when the new man couldn’t be made
the socialists would just attack.
Trying to change human nature,
failing as we are fated to,
starving peasants, gulags of death,
rights destroyed for more than a few,
rivers polluted, fields glowing,
millions of people stripped of faith,
a formula that brought failure,
entire countries spent and raped.
And yet today the professors
cheerlead this abomination,
when every people that tried failed
it’s a sure sign of damnation.
That the ideas, down at their core,
cannot survive reality,
that human beings weren’t meant to
have absolute equality.
To try again, and kill some more
shows that these eggheads sure are dumb,
you cannot be a socialist
and claim to be a good person.
I see a self-convinced elite
lining their pockets with our cash,
not bothering to work for it,
why would they deign to go do that?
They can hide behind government
for unearned legitimacy,
ensconce themselves and build fiefdoms
so that they never have to leave.
And as it does to any soul,
that power will only corrupt,
and they now stoop to voter fraud
to never have to give it up.
Given that most of these people
were already craving power,
ae can’t expect them to listen,
when we speak up, they only glower,
and act like we’re the great unwashed,
like we’re just fools for them to bribe,
honestly, if they told the truth,
they would prefer that we all die,
or at least be reduced to slaves,
with no voice, no choice, and no guns,
to be a politician now
means you can’t be a good person...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
emperors run empires
kingdoms are for royalty
religion owned by paedophiles
and numpties run the countries
democracy is a mockery
communists and conning tricks
socialists are emotionalists
and dictators are just total pricks
people need controlling
but never trust control
conspiracies are interesting
what do cover ups up hold
a story just to past the time
yet some commit and pick a side
others say they're out their mind
nit picking their twisted find
belief in God or not a God
always seeks a closure
and then one day just like that
your clucking life is over
a stupid slab stands in the ground
this is where your corpse is found
athletic, thin or somewhat round
once made noise to not a sound
and everything is stuck and spoiled
rotting deep beneath the soil
at least you're not a lobster....
those poor gits get gutting boiled
gutted before their gutted
destined for your hungry gut
you'll see your day disrupted
as they erupt out of your butt
some call it a miracle
the part we play is miniscule
destined as a particle
i think life is fart-cical
I want to go to Wrigley Field
Stand behind home plate
And point my finger at the left field wall
I do it to remember baseball
What it used to be
Simple
Pure
Dirt
Muscle
And spit
It used to be you could go to climb the fence and get in to Wrigley for free
Simpler times
Now you can't get in for less than a small fortune
Steroids and wall street
Great
I want to stand at home plate
And point my finger for a better world
Babe Ruth was certainly associated with the ruling class
But he played a sport of the people
And he represented a team whose city has some of the ,most ardent socialists in the world
So I know I'm reaching here
But I want to stand at Wrigley field
In the heart of america
And point my finger like babe ruth
Very unwitting representative
Of the nations working class
Pointing my finger to the beyond
In the heart of america
Pointing my finger to the beyond
Toward what's better.
Toward what's more.
Towards what America
Is supposed to be.
Wishing I had the strength
to lift a corner of this sweet-sweet land.
Shake out all these jugular-biting fire ants.
The disgruntled, ungrateful, chronic complainers.
Clawing and crying for more while giving less and less.
Sucking dry the breast of our sweet lady liberty.
Then spitting it back onto her weary chest.
Wishing I had the strength
to lift a corner of this sweet- sweet land
Shake out all the freeloaders and free riders
The socialists, communist backbiters.
The chronic criminal element and hellbenders.
The elementary indoctrinators and perverts.
Wishing I had the strength
There was a man from Donbas
There was a man from Donbas,
who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he did say,
"and your breath smells of foul grass."
So, moved to the States he arranged,
dreaming of the wide open plains.
There, he too rode the same headless ass
and complained the view never changed.
So, he rode north to Canada,
where pike swims in lakes over tha.
But alas, he rode the same jackass
and nearly died from hypothermia.
Now for the south, he done rode,
way down to ole el méxico.
While riding his preferred headless steed,
he complained of the same poop show.
Let this be a lesson, dear friend.
When you roam to the ends, with no happiness to lend,
and find yourself riding a headless ass,
It's not the world that offends.
You simply mounted the wrong end.
And you must change before you die from the gas.
by, Martin Braun
August 22, 2023
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any reflection of the Democratic Party, socialists, the left, or communists is simply a coincidence.
An army that had beat the world,
against them scared farmers were hurled,
they shocked the world with guts and brawn,
Washington pressed the freedom on.
And when they again came around
burned the capital to the ground,
then Jackson the redcoats set upon
and freedom kept pressing on.
Then we divided, blue and gray,
to fight over if men were slaves,
six hundred thousand, dead and gone,
through blood the freedom still pressed on.
When empires burned foreign lands,
and things were getting out-of-hand,
over there we fought tyrants strong,
helped to keep freedom pressing on.
When fascists took the tyrant’s place,
murdered millions for the master race,
on two fronts we fought hard and long,
the freedom, it kept pressing on.
Then bigots here obsessed with skin
found themselves challenged from within,
white hoods could not stop marching throngs,
5he freedom just kept pressing on.
Communists butchered and enslaved,
while inside they rotted away,
then Soviets sang their swan song,
the truth of freedom pressing on.
Now we’ve fools who whine of ‘privilege,’
dumb kids who think they’re socialists,
time’s harsh glance will prove them wrong,
we’ll keep the freedom pressing on.
God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.
Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.
The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.
The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"
My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!
They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.
Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.
Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.
It once was a ‘Big Apple’,
now the worm has devoured
that apple and the worm
is much, much larger.
Rats infest Gotham,
they walk on two legs.
Batman had no chance
dying too soon
from contact with Fentanyl.
The worm has spread,
now it eats all large cities
where the mayors ‘don’t care’
and the DA’s are funded
by rich socialists.
The dead do not pile up yet,
but the sanitation workers
soon may be too afraid
to collect them each day.
There is hell to pay.
Your gold will melt away faster
than brimstone
and the road to the flames
though paved with good intentions –
all of them were hand-made in hell.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwB-GEL-YkI
While we were sleeping
America became communist.
Of course they don’t call it that now,
And it isn’t ALL communist,
But at least 51% is all you need
To get your way in a democracy.
How did it happen?
Slowly, steadily, and completely
By design.
Most of these communists
Don’t even know they are,
Let alone Marxist sympathizing socialists,
Although now socialism
Isn’t the dirty word it used to be.
So the short answer is we got soft
And complacent, and spoiled
By the good times
The tougher generations of our ancestors
Bestowed.
But once they bestowed those times
They too started to get soft
And old, and fighting the good fight
Against communists, and youth and change
Isn’t so attractive when you’re old and soft.
So here we are
Pretty much screwed by the inevitable decline
Which greatness always faces.
Soft and old isn’t such a bad way to go after all.
It’s being soft and young now
That’s the b*tch.
(2/18/24)
We live in savage times so tough
With open socialists elected
On promises of more free stuff
As all around fools are subjected
Everyone in huddled masses
With faces blank in dark veiled threat
Sitting on their passive asses
Hands open like an expectant pet
Everyone knows it’s expected
How the value of these hollow suits
Grows with every dime collected
With our necks beneath their dirty boots
Oh noble lords we submit now
To the brazen theft that you impose
And even as we smile and bow
Start our rebellion under your nose
When the day comes for the takers
To account at last for all you stole
Be prepared to meet your makers
And serve us for life without parole.
(11/14/25)