Those from the Far Right
Aren’t all that bright
They really can’t wait
To peddle their hate
And make people feel uptight.
They stomp around without a care
Furiously waving their flags in the air
Freely attacking migrants on sight
Wrongly believing that might is right
As they demonstrate a Hitleresque flair.
While the poor continue to hurt
Totally fooled by those in Brownshirts
Wage slaves continue breaking their backs
Corporations continue to not pay tax
Oh look there’s another billionaire pervert.
So don’t be fooled by the loudest voices
And be wise when making political choices
They came for the Gypsies, the commos, the Jews
And one day they might even come for you
And the fascists will all rejoice.
What’s the deal
With “thou shalt not steal”
I don’t understand
The white man came and stole all the land.
Some of the world’s biggest thieves are white
If we continue to believe that might is right
And live like we’re all cocooned
Then I really fear that we’re all doomed.
Shadow black blood floods flow silently wailing in whirlpools
Volcanoes of endless enmity erupt with vengeance.
It's not humanness. Here, the mores of 'might is right' rules
Against routing quagmires, lotus buds fight for transcendence.
We shake hands like friends while minds float on clouds of fraudulence.
Amidst rocking crowds in digital sounds, we feel alone.
Wearing torn costumes of cleaved conscience, we seek vigilance.
Weeds of weariness spring up, wherefrom seeds of smiles are sown.
Like weak rams, we follow the rushing crowds to hit someone.
Who do we want to hit? Why do we want to? No one knows.
We make weapons and enable our young ones fight for fun.
Roots of truth hidden, falsehood from friendship flawlessly flows.
Why is each one who toils not the owner of their wages?
Why don't we end all dead ends that prevent our pilgrimages?
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
If might is right
weakness is wrong
That's not how it goes
in modern folk songs
Songs of brave men
filled the air yesteryear
Today sing not of heroes
'Tis they whom we jeer
"Might is right!" What's rung out.
On the side of "good".
Tis unanimous! With
Battles, fought and won.
Regardless, from whose throne
King of King's, peace-sat
Humanity loses.
Victory to none!
Cats-dogs fight - is a common sight,
Each thinks: fighting is their birthright;
As though each exhibits their might,
Or trust in the code: might is right;
Fight is canine story...
Dogs don't harm cats, in real fact,
They throw a sound that seems half-cracked;
Cats maintain their harsh hiss, intact,
In fact, both seem to seal a pact;
Canines have their glory...
Predator dogs feel merriment,
Fleshy cats, to experiment;
Dogs stare, for cats, is worriment,
In them, is hidden, dark cerement;
Doesn't it seem gory...?
Who is great, truly, who is small?
In the house, where they, often, loll;
This query when grows very tall,
The killer instinct, in them, crawl;
This story is hoary...
When it is not tittle-tattle,
When it comes to real battle;
When both, in annoyance, rattle;
Both turn stronger than tough cattle;
Story turns vainglory...
23 March 2022
An eye for an eye blinds the entire world.
By this action one negates the whole truth;
And so creates a boomerang unfurled.
With bitter hate and villainous uncouth,
There is fallacy that might is right, thus
By this action one negates the whole truth.
With sordid haste, being so atrocious,
The world’s play-book flutters with rage, selfish;
There is fallacy that might is right, thus.
By this token, without any blemish,
An eye for an eye may seem justified;
The world’s play-book flutters with rage, selfish.
While millions of people are petrified,
Flailing hopes and dreams only fantasy
An eye for an eye may seem justified.
All lives matter in eyes of Gandhiji;
An eye for an eye blinds the entire world.
Flailing hopes and dreams only fantasy;
And so creates a boomerang unfurled.
As if
It is a part of life
To pull legs
And kill the fame
Earned by hard perseverance
This is a jungle of the race of man
Might is right is more right
Than the might of intellect
Attack the weak
Exploit the poor
Like sharks swallow in the little, small and tiny
In the ocean of life
Honesty is a burden
Integrity is a curse
In the market of justness
Value has lost its luster
Here people stripe
To be a perfect liar or hypocrite
We Are
By Franklin Price
3/30/2015
We are who we purport to be
The ones you see in front of thee
We may not be to us you see
The ones that you want us to be
We present from deep within
The who we are or may have been
The same or not our acumen
To acquaintance family or friend
You never know just who we are
A mask we wear a window bar
To each we open just so far
Ourselves our egos not to mar
A fragile fortress in the fight
Someone's beacon in the night
Showing some that might is right
All of these within our sight
If we choose there's honesty
For some that's simply not to be
The choice is ours for you and me
We are what we make us to be
Man is proud of clay
But least bothers about water
There has been no human progress
We all behave like medieval man
The difference is only
The places have interchanged
The same might is right
Still rules the world
The tongue and tricks
Of the water-less clay
Has developed only a sharp edge
The arms which were blunt
Now becomes sharp and sophisticated
Those that believe might is right
Are itching on paltry issues to fight
Show them in the mirror of gone by times
The perished Cyrus and Caesar’s might
might is right and white is meant to rule
with that mind set, tall ships sailed west
rapists for the father-land
Holy word in right hand
to convert heathens
while left hand stole
and bled dry
native
souls
In the last small armed grip
Of trenchant technocrat underling
Dissolved with poison stripped from putrid earnings
Tree of life displayed is churning
Urging the virgin men to give up toiling
To hold the last ember burning
And lay down the sword of foolishness
Vanished this wet dream syndicate
As dizzy spells of archaic control no longer fool
The articulate minds of creative surging
Young bliss beings in the prime of the sun
We will have known the war over
It could never be won
No skin could transform in its light
So with might is right ethic
Duality must banish
From electric thoughts so composed
A repose gathering
Nature unstrangulated
Trees unmangled
Soft sand caressed
As lapping waves
Lead us toward sanity
In this maddening heat
of the prizefight
where ferocity reigns and
might is right,
the shrewder one may yet
triumph tonight.
For even the best can be
at his worst
and the last can still
outlast the first,
but either way it goes,
egos burn and burst.
Victor and vanquished
will stay remorseless;
they'll fight again till
they'll be both lifeless;
for to fight and win is an
unfinished business !
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