Long Tyrant Poems
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You see them loot on city streets,
attack people and leave them beat,
take what they want with no regard,
it’s ‘easier’ than working hard.
We see them take a human life,
with no regard for people’s rights,
defraud taxes, both poor and rich,
spend your hard work without a hitch.
Will the police protect you then?
if the politicians left them,
but if your view and thoughts are ‘wrong’
they help the thugs to get along.
Your life must be in your own hands,
a never-changing rule of man,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare to war.
We’re so secure in modern times
that it seems bizarre to some minda
to think foreigners could invade,
some relic from a darker age,
to the point that they will decree,
“Let’s only use diplomacy,”
forgetting that the wretched lot
that usually rise to the top
crave what you have, and do not care
if war is what will get them there.
But why have these guys no struck yet?
an ever-present fear of death,
the fact that we will kill them back
is all that staves of their attack.
Reason can never convince them
to give up power’s addiction,
and when the sheep-dogs go away
then these wolves will come out to prey,
with no thought of the blood and strife,
they’ll take your land and rape your wife,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
We can’t forgive the greatest threat,
the evil we’re forced to abet,
the specter we call government,
forever plays on sentiments,
divides and riles openly,
draws power from our liberties,
and even here, in a free state,
a tyrant lies in each, and waits…
Waits to seize what it never should,
while claiming it’s for your own good.
our founders knew just what they are,
tried to stop them going too far,
to this day they chafe at restraint,
make it a reason for complaint,
but their intentions are well known:
they see themselves upon a throne.
From senator to bureaucrat,
we’d do well to remember that
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
You ruled your home like a tyrant
Everyone was afraid
That you'd come home one day and take
The coins out of their arcade
You ruled your home like a tyrant
You made everybody cry
On her wedding day your daughter left
Without looking you in the eye
You ruled your home like a tyrant
Kept chains on all the wheels
I once watched your son crawl down the road
To see how concrete feels
You ruled your home like a tyrant
With your torch and your masonry nails
Family nights were just an excuse
To pass notes saying "Get out of jail"
You ruled your home like a tyrant
That's no way to treat a spouse
Even I would hold my breath
Whenever setting foot in that house
You ruled your home like a tyrant
Dead parakeets everywhere
On hot days we could catch the smell
Of burning animal hair
You ruled your home like a tyrant
I hope you proved your point
There's no one determined
As a broad-faced German
with his nose so out of joint.
They say, Sarkozy is guilty.
He took Gaddafi’s gold,
money wrapped in desert dust,
blessing from a man they later called a tyrant.
But I ask,
is he a thief—
or merely a mirror of France herself?
For centuries,
France has taken gold not from one man,
but from nations—
from Africa’s belly, from Asia’s bones,
from the hands of the hungry
to feed her shining towers.
They call it diplomacy,
they call it civilization,
but theft with a white glove
is still theft.
Gaddafi is gone,
his blood dried beneath NATO skies,
but the oil still flows,
and the empire still eats.
Now Sarkozy stands alone—
a scapegoat in a velvet court,
while the real robbers dine in silence,
their pockets lined with centuries of sorrow.
He is not the crime—
he is the confession.
And France,
the judge and the sinner both,
stares at her reflection
and calls it justice.
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Grown up gaunt and ghostly?
Forlorn, forgotten, few.
Holy is the host? Well, see...
Day of wrath, thy dew.
Warlord, hold the highest ground?
Strongest in the sound!
Giant, issue from thy mound!
Blight them with thy bound!
Tyrant of the battlefield?
Come back on thy shield?
Only if the wound's unhealed!
Thunder, how you pealed!
Mercy? Full the harvest moon!
Tympani, thy tune!
Rampart castle, cast the rune!
Bane, bone, bind the boon!
Epic end to story?
O human race, take heed:
Morning, hast thou glory?
Prisoner doomed, just plead...
Bad? Give over what you had?
Storm gods, send thy cloud!
Make the devil mighty glad!
Burial, thy shroud...
I Let It Slip Away
I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye,
as I sat in a cell of abuse pain and neglect;
life is blasé I can’t conger up a why.
You were a tyrant and I wanted to die,
as I start to slip away like an object;
I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye.
Couldn’t save me so I didn’t even try,
my soul feels like it has been shipwrecked;
life is blasé I can't conger up a why.
I’m floating to the unknown, can’t fly,
there’s no place in sight to intersect;
I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye.
In the beginning, you were a nice guy,
you morphed into one void of intellect;
life is blasé I can't conger up a why.
Time stands still the twilight hour is nigh,
as I float without hope, I disconnect.
I let it slip away, my freedom said goodbye,
life is blasé I can’t conger up a why.
April 26, 2023
Contest: I Let It Slip Away
Sponsor: John Lawless
From dense sleep we emerge.
Realizing our coat,
we seek to cast off this Nessus.
We drank the Jonestown Kool-Aid
and now it’s too late.
We never noticed the circling
vultures despotic descent on the capital.
We never contested the contagion,
the invective infections of the tyrant.
Everywhere we witness the carnage,
the flyblown bodies we covered,
the reeking pestilence of our infiltrated discourse,
the spewing sewers of vituperation.
While all the sinkholes break open
our dual justice system a slapstick,
our public coffers are looted,
our privatized schools divested.
Trauma’s children seek asylum in cages.
Trauma’s vigilantes terrorize our borders.
This is the moribund city of rot.
This is the counterfeit city of lies.
This is our cloaked city
cast by an infantile overlord.
This is our tomb city of palls.
Published in The Opiate Mag. 06/2019
(Of the past 3,400 years, humans have been entirely at peace for 208 of them, Or just 8% of the recorded history. Estimates for the total number killed in wars and genocides throughout all of human history range from 150 million to 1 billion.)
“A world without war” is not gonna happen….ever;
And, if you believe in Seers and Scriptures, ARMAGADDON is yet to come!
PEACE? Ahhh, Peace is…
A subliminal perception,
An utopian world
A boondoggle task, Unattainable;
A paradise, a heaven
Topic for fiction and scriptures
A phantasmagoria of tranquility and conflict,
An illusion
A mirage
A chimera.
Man is made in God’s image…
Godly, saintly and benevolent;
But know thou not?
Man is inherently
more beastly than the beast –
The epitome of all that’s evil.
Lurking in him is a tyrant,
A rapist, an arsonist,
A jihadi, a crusader, an inquisitor,
A marauder, a warmonger,
A killer, a ravager –
The very incarnation of the Devil!
Man is not meant to live in peace.
It simply is not in our DNA.
When God can command Joshua:
“However, you must not let any living thing survive among the cities of these people the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance. You must completely destroy them – the Hethite, Amorite, Canaanite, Perizzite, Hivite, and Jebusite ….” (Deut. 20:16-18)
“Now go and attack the Amalekites and completely destroy everything they have. Do not spare them. Kill men and women, infants and nursing babies, oxen and sheep, camels and donkeys.” (1 Sam 15:3)
I REST MY CASE.
Fear is a jail for anyone who lacks faith.
A chain that can keep you bound forever.
The thief of your peace, fear, is a scary wraith.
Darkness is thrown by a gloomy river.
Fear is a hushed voice in the night.
You can't do that, so either hide or run.
You're unworthy. For you, there is no light.
Fear is a tyrant who will block out the sun.
Fear is a deceiver. Never rely on his tongue.
If you let fear in, your spirit will die.
the most futile song ever to be sung.
Have faith. Please do not fall for his lie.
Take in the light of truth. The night is over.
Cast on oneself, push on, no fence to cover.
Written: January 14, 2023
She sheds them tears every day
As she clings to the cold blanket
Longing for one who isn't coming
Abandoned by the one she loved
The father of her two children
One who bought her goodies
One who was always kisses
One who was so adorable
Now her companion is heart break
As she pictures the tyrant she loved
Romping with another woman
She tries to repress feelings of hate
The betrayal slices like a knife
Through her tender heart
And no amount of consolation
Can save her from pain
With her friends she puts on a mask
Pretending that everything is fine
Men are dogs - an overused cliche
She wishes her man was back home