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The Church of Presidents
By Franklin Price
06/02/2020
Saint John's, near the White House, is the church of Presidents
Rioters tried to burn it, at least that's how the story went.
Not peaceful people protesting, who set the church on fire,
But trouble making criminals who, some say, were there for hire.
Doesn't matter much at all, whether they were paid or not
Their protests were not peaceful, they were there to stir the pot
Setting fires and looting are not by the Constitution.
Americans should gather peacefully, to protest for resolution.
Those who go outside the law to spread their hate around
Should quickly be disbanded wherever they are found.
Donald Trump the President says pretty much the same.
But does some pretty foolish things, when he tries to play the game.
Bible in hand, walked to the church, during protests yesterday.
Left the safety of the White house, tear gas and cops to clear the way
He did not need to stir the pot, to make news scream and shout
What he did was well within his rights, that's what protestation's all about
Although it was his right to do, should not have shoved it in our faces.
He could have chosen better times and, for sure, much better places.
He is still our only president, still the one that I support.
He should think sometimes of consequence, when doing things for sport.
Thankfully Socialist Santa wasn’t elected,
because we now have a lovely wall being erected.
Given will be no free handout for the illegal masses,
and received will be no gifts of crime, drugs, and grasses.
Lights from above will twinkle from helicopters,
as tear gas will float to choke out the coughers.
Asylum seekers they surely are not,
the invaders will be rejected and never achieve the globalization they sought.
So, sleep in comfort and in peace dear little children,
Our wonderful president Trump keeps America secure and free from criminal invasion.
Our country sleeps well because the good gave a good fight,
so sleep well to all, and to all a good night.
THE MARCH
They came with vicious dogs.
They came with clubs and ropes.
They came with galloping horses.
They came with guns and tear gas.
They came with hate and fear.
Oh God! They came to kill!
But we just kept marching---
Rattling broken chains behind;
Arms and hands fastened by bonds of love;
Our pride, dignity, and audacious faith before us---
With the glorious cloud of our precious God above us---
We just kept on marching---marching---marching---
Marching up to freedom's land: Glory...Glory...Glory...
God! I am so glad I was in that number
That just kept on marching on!
No Primus Inter Pares
Germans at the Costa Brava they just cannot yield
‘Brava’ the fight and they are conquering once more
Always the first on the beach or the striped deck chair but
The towel goes right up front and then they have breakfast
They claim their place in the sun and colonize the pool
I’m not a racist am German myself light skinned at dawn
Prejudice Discrimination Stereotype or double innocent vision
When too much sun meets a squinting eye of any beholder
Ready with parasol and sombrero and not enough lotion
To make sure I blend colourfully in and pretend I am native
Ingenious maybe but indigenous nowhere near but at my home
Not first under equals just one of the travelling circus’ crowd
I stake my claim forget all about physics in diabolical parable
Parabolic distant same old points and lines but when will I learn
That the sun scorches at high noon whatever I attempt
That horizons only widen when travelling in much truer fashion
Far and further afield immersion in less indifferent ventures
Brings me closer to peace to my own roots unburdens my search
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal under a midnight moon shadow absorbed
The Grand Canyon looked for precious Yellow Stone wisdom
Pyramids at Giza tear gas at Tahrir Square caves in Cappadocia
Never setting sun in Rovaniemi Omaha Beach and trenches in Belgium
I took local busses towards nowhere with no imminent return
No plan no target no defined ambition not steps merely ticked
Call me a voyeur in slums townships or favelas a frotteur with no towel
But I was made welcome once I shed my emperor’s colonial clothes
My luxury problems became smaller when I returned to the start
The gifts of the present the past and my very privileged future
One way or another I cannot and need not shed European origin
But my Universe has become less ignorant and a bit more unsure
23th July 2018
I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
That's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin Luther Kings and Drama queens
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks
pockets of flaming shots -
Goblets of salt-rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and Bloody Mary lips.
The Blue Man Group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...
Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
But I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner straight into the fracas.
I never heard or read that Texas slaves
were captive still, by masters so depraved,
till June nineteenth of eighteen sixty-five,
when news of freedom reached those still alive.
No passage of my school books ever claimed
there even was a day with such a name.
At forty-five, I had the chance to learn,
amid the news of riots, tear gas burns
of Black Lives Matter, president’s loud shouts,
of Juneteeth’s name and what it’s all about.
That made me ask what else about our past
does not get taught in schools, but should at last?
Who else’s triumphs over any hate
should all kids learn about and celebrate?
Today, June 7 2020
Thoughts of: Miracle Man
Protesters for social justice are advocating,
many believing, “the end justifies the means”.
While in their effort, all police, they’re berating,
who stand behind shields, and tear gas screens.
There is nothing peaceful about using force,
there’s no safety in numbers, crowds expose the beast.
Looting and burning they appear to endorse,
while martyring the name of the one deceased.
In an “eye for an eye”, where is social justice found?
I don’t mean to sound insensitive or burst your bubble.
But violence or revenge aren’t steps to common ground,
and the media seems engrossed in prolonging trouble.
We plant a tree, knowing we will never sit in its shade,
but hoping those who come later might have the opportunity.
Tom
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Changing Defense to War,
Claiming to stop foreign wars,
Won’t win any peace prizes—
Just more of what the world despises.
Black helicopters and unmarked vans
Enforcing edicts across our lands;
Masks and rubber bullet diplomacy
Shouldn’t become our normalcy.
Secret police with unlawful powers,
Brutal enforcement ordered by cowards;
The rule of law squandered and subverted
To serve personal vengeance perverted.
Our Constitution tattered and torn
Needs her defenders all bravely sworn
To stand shoulder to shoulder and hold back the night:
This is our moment, our duty, our fight!
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Minnesota
used to be snow and silence
and beer that went down like forgiveness.
now it’s sirens
and boots
and men with guns who look bored
the way executioners do
before lunch.
they say:
wear a vest.
like it’s just another fashion season—
spring jackets, fall coats,
winter armor.
strap it on
over your ribs
over your weak heart
over the place where you still believe
standing in the street
means something.
there are mothers out there
with cardboard signs
and shaking hands
and children who don’t know
why the air smells like tear gas
and broken promises.
the bullets don’t care
what side you’re on.
they don’t read your sign.
they don’t vote.
they don’t pray.
they just fly
like bad ideas
set loose by cowards
in clean uniforms.
the politicians watch from warm rooms,
drinking clean water,
talking about order
like it’s a religion
and chaos is a disease.
but chaos is just people
who finally ran out of patience.
so put on your vest, kid,
button it up over your fear,
walk into the cold
with your voice shaking
and your spine straight,
because the streets belong
to whoever is brave enough
to bleed in them.
and Minnesota
is learning fast
that freedom
is a contact sport.
COPING WITH TRAUMATIC INJURY AND PTSD MARRIED TO A VETERAN BEING THREATENED BY ILLEGAL JAMAICAN IMMIGRANT IDENTITY FRAUD MY STALKER ACTUALLY WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AFTER ARRIVING WITH A GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE SHE BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY MY GOD I SUFFERED IN SILENCE AFRAID OF MY SHADOW HOW BLESSED I WAS TO MEET MY SOUL MATE A VIETNAM VETERAN WE BOTH HAD SO MUCH IN COMMON WE FOUND A BEAUTIFUL CONNECTION FOR LOVE THROUGH OUR ILLNESSES THIS CAME WITH MY STALKER RAGE ENVY SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVED SHE COULD IMPERSONATE ME BY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS ONCE I SAW A POLICE CAPTAIN ARRESTED FOR FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS AT THE VA MY HUSBAND AND I FEARED OUR LIVES WHAT WILL HAPPEN IS THESE IDENTITY THIEVES HACK INTO HIS BURIAL GOVERMENT LIFE WE PAID INTO SINCE OUR MARRIAGE 2016 WE FEARED ABUSE OF POWER HELPING MY IMPOSTER STEAL MY IDENTITY IMPERSONATE A VETERANS WIFE THROUGH GODS GRACE MY HUSBAND AND I REMAINED STEADFAST BRAVE COURAGEOUS ALL ARMY STRONG WE RECIEVED THE DATA BREACHES INFORMATION HOW TO KEEP OUR IDENTITIES SAFE FRAUD ALERTS AS THIEVES BROKE INTO OUR HOME MY STALKER SEATED WITH CIRO GARGANO BOTH OBSESSED WITH MY HUSBANDS VETERANS IDENTITY MY HUSBAND AND I WERE BOTH IN CRISIS HOW TO COPE WITH SUCH A VIOLATION TO ATTEMPT TO STEAL A VETERANS BURIAL BENEFITS SHOCKING FACED WITH A CRIME BOSS HIS JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST A VETERAN AND HIS DISABLED WIFE I THANK GOD FOR CRISIS TEAM SUPPORT GROUPS WITH ICE VANS TEAR GAS I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY THEY TAKE THESE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS DOWN THEY ARE HACKING INTO GOVERMENT OFFICES HACKING INTO VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES I WILL NEVER STOP SPEAKING OUT AGAINST THE ABUSE OF POWER THAT THREATENED MY VETERAN AND I WITH IDENTITY FRAUD INTIMADATION BLYING HOME INVASIONS FRAUD FRAUD FRAUD ABUSE OF POWER AT IT'S HIGHIEST POLK COUNTY HAINE CITY POLICE CAPTAIN HURTING VETERANS AND THIER FAMILIES I FEARED FOR MY LIFE AND MY VETERAN SPOUSE WE ARE BOTH DISABLED AMERICANS VERY VULNERABLE TO IDENTITY FRAUD I AM PRAYING THAT ICE SENDS HER BACK TO HER COUNTRY SO MY VETERAN AND I COULD LIVE IN THE REAL PEACE WE DESERVE IN AMERICA
GOD BLESS THE CRISIS TEAM ALWAYS OPEN
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN