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Equal pay for all they’ll abort
It’s the mantra of our Supreme Court
Now some have health care
Marry off any pair
But keeping us poor is their sport
Author's note: To be fair, the "Affordable Care Act" does (through subsidy) re-distribute some wealth. That is why certain politicians hate it! BTW, it's great for the insurance companies and is not the way real health care should be set up. It is, however, an improvement over what we had before. In a similar vein, extending rights to gay people (which is a good thing) also may help them economically. So, a small but important victory has occurred.
n the grand scheme of things, the inequality that pervades our society is getting worse. The politicians say that we have to allow everyone to have expectations and opportunity for improvement. When I hear that statement, I think of trickle down economics. How can it be anything else when big money owns politics?
Just 38 Cents a Day
Throughout history food has been used as a
Weapon of Mass Destruction. The Romans
would pillage and plunder – then burn the
fields of the defeated, punishing all who
survived. The Apache are alleged to have
poisoned the water holes when retreating
through the desert – a form of death by
desert inflicted on the pursuers. Sherman
marched to the sea punishing all to break
the will of the beaten confederacy.
Today, trucks stand idle, food supplies
rot in the heat at checkpoints that keep
those in the “ghettoes” confined and
dying. Children and the elderly scavenge
through dumpsters for simple sustenance
as armed “thugs” loot and destroy the
“humanitarian” aid denied them.
We preach “mindfulness” as we plow crops
under to satisfy the calculus of a subsidy,
divert rivers to irrigate golf courses,
preach nutritional values to the malnourished,
gasp at the news footage of starving children
as we prepare “gourmet meals” for our pets.
Our consciousness only aches when WE
are hungry and is soothed when WE are
sated by the saturated fat of a fantasy
wherein the solution can be purchased -
for just 38 cents a day.
John G. Lawless
7/1/2015
submitted to – Food Can’t Live with it can’t live without it – poetry contest
sponsor – Debbie Guzzi
They call it social welfare
when it is for the poor
To help the ones who have grown old
or sick and have no cure
They scream they don’t want taxes
and the richest scream the most
But it is just a game of words
they spread from coast to coast
If it is for free lunches
for children in our schools
the rich say it is welfare and
they should seek-out other tools
But when the rich seek money
they found the perfect way
They change the word to subsidy
that is the game they play
They pay their corporate lawyers
to fill out all the forms
Eliminate their taxes
and continue corporate norms
They use the people’s taxes
to make their projects thrive
The subsidies from Uncle Sam
keep billionaires alive
WHAT THEY SAID:
MASSES: Our votes must count!
AREA BOYS: We only know our pay master, the originator of stomach infrastructure
PARTY MANIFESTOS:
LP: You won't labour in vain
PDP: When we were in charge, we were the biggest economy in Africa
APC: We will "cushion" the effects of subsidy removal and increase "minimum" wage.
THE UMPIRE:
Bimodal voter accreditation system (BVAS) and Viewing portal (IREV), are both "game changers!"
We "shall" UPLOAD, and TRANSMIT "results" immediately
The electoral process will be "FREE, FAIR and TRANSPARENT."
THE PRESS:
(A)
We have noticed election malfeasance, like: vote buying, voter suppression and intimidation
THE PRESS
(B)
Elections haven't started, but reports say "results are already being announced" in Nasarara
THE PRESS
(C)
Sources say "ballot boxes" just "arrived" Kogri at Noon
THE PRESS AND MASSES in UNISON:
Which one comes first, the results or the election?
THE UMPIRE: You reserve the right to go to court
THE COURT:
Ours is to "AFFIRM" victory and "DISMISS" noise makers.
"Tree huggers” use AT&T
The human cost catastrophe
On the horizon
Like text from Verizon
Is sent with the speed of 4G
Pollution's still booked at no
cost
And Earth’s expenses neatly tossed
Off the balance sheet
With a "Sprint" so complete
The effects on nature seem lost
Yes EPA rules do offend
Those who crave Earth’s wealth without end
They claim to hate debt
But have seen nothing yet
Like phone bills "T-Mobile" might send!
Author's note: It seems ironic and strange that debt haters (like tea party supporters, for
example) and those who are pushing more reliance on fossil fuel and less "subsidy" for
renewables (Romney/Ryan for example) support the continuation of policies and
practices that will damage the environment and that will hurt future generations. They are
pushing growth and not pushing conservation. I would have more respect for them if
they talked about the costs as well as the benefits of their plans. I wonder if it might just
be a scam to reward large corporations for the short term and stick it to the rest of us for
generations. That would be nothing new.
I encounter ebbs and flows, a peaceful solace sigh.
Wedged on the cusp of a cliff to endeavor a descry.
I'm heading somewhere to ascertain a fair minding.
Although I've ultimately arrived, I'm still screeching.
We will fit along if we stow away or are helpless.
Those that have grasped the peak by lying guiltless.
We are unfazed to be adept at subduing our dismay.
We've been flung indoors and out for the hazy day.
Into the void, slumped over with crucial sickness.
I'm shouting shrilly into the chasm of nothingness.
Roosted on edge high over the ozone layer.
Where the ambient sound enshrouds a slayer.
We've sobbed, and tears wrapped up swarming.
The receptiveness and plights may be terrifying.
Barbarously bequeath us up owing to our civic grace.
Implicating the harsh rhetoric not to eagerly embrace.
I shout into the darkness, infusing it with pain.
Until the spikes break and the hinge strain.
Since I'm aware, I can reveal my astute mind.
I expect someone to endorse me, to be twined.
We need to decipher how we will sagely shepherd.
Our pyretic youngsters, denied by the ruling, tethered.
Rather than prevailing, they board a void of a subsidy.
They are shadows and abettors in this gnarly debility.
1st place contest winner
Written: December 06, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I sat at the exit of life,
My ears perceiving diverse trends.
Tis about the misfortune of the fortunate,
And the rebuke of the appraised:
Turmoiled state and heightened corruption;
Na Buhari.
Removal of subsidy sustaining scarcity;
Na Buhari.
Petroleum stretched her wing and soar to
145 naira;
Na Buhari.
Increase in price of goods;
Na Buhari.
Troop of sermonizers stealing away hearts;
Na Buhari.
A Boyfriend smashed the heart of his girl;
Na Buhari.
A mother kept seven meats in the pot but
finds just one:
Na Buhari.
Landlord increases the house rent:
Na Buhari.
Pastor lays curses on Members:
Na Buhari.
Caught in hunger's spell, a man willingly
visited death:
Na Buhari.
Different heads making noise in an hall;
Na Buhari
A man who woke up late for work;
Na Buhari.
A tailor who missed the proposed design;
Na Buhari.
Your Techno WX3 contract virus;
Na Buhari.
Even of what he knows nothing about;
Na Buhari.
Mr?
Ensure you do an affidavit.
Let them keep calling it,
You'll know that's not your name.
Oh Buhari.
18: 01: 20: 04: 55
Night to the wake of a Dawn
Hardly can it’s birth be forgotten
Driven by the Deep of the Dawn
Bewildered in past present so rotten
Wondered in dark-deep abyss
Oblivious in the trodden lines
Yet broken the mind-ark in reminisce
It diurnal rings in bounding lines
Hope twined with disconcert
Fazed with life’s playoff
Yet Love plays in the Concert
In worthy streams to cool off
Uncharted remain thy remains
For to Mother Earth thou were betrothed
Their hearts never forgets thy remains
Though grieving hearts left thou dead
In thy Uncharted bled my heart
For succor he misses
Thy demise still rumples my cart
For thy succor and subsidy he misses