Politicians Poems

Bad Weather

Politicians are like weather
That is hanging for decades
Cap in hand we’re light as feather
In the storm that never fades
Who would need a politician 
Their household to manage
Yet some do support ambitions
Of the mentally well damaged
Politicians are archaic 
Sick to hear the master’s voice
All jack russells bark in panic
I would never make a choice
Choosing not myself

HOLES OF BETRAYAL

The holes were plain
For all to see, clear as day
Like every word pressed from tight lips
Heavy, weighed down with lead.

Yet we chose to believe
Clinging to words for relief
Some of us danced
Caught in the endless trance.

Half a decade passed in a blink
Now we question what we heard
Were those words ever true
Or just echoes from years before?

Their

In a world

In a world full of snakes 
How do you tell which is poisonous 
Each identical
Yet some harmful

In a world full of political parties 
How do we know which one is all inclusive 
Different paths 
But the same ending?

In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become

STOP

Pundits preachers politicians
you may see
attorneys too
and even agree with me
I think you'll find
all have an agenda
with an axe to grind
lining their pockets
feathering their nest
keeping their cards
close to the chest
saying one thing
doing another
I'd take 'em out and shoot 'em
if I had my druthers
and then there's censorship 
where one man's word rules the roost
to remain silent would

The currency of power

Power equals currency 
In a world that actively yearns for it
The more you have the more you are worshiped
And with worship becomes freedom
Where inequality is something they abuse
And power is the excuse they use as a campaign 
To bully the people that they blame
To start an agenda of hate for the only personal gain
The same

Politically Speaking

A word or two about my view of the politicians
we presumably put in positions of power
hobbyists bought and paid for under the table
catering to manipulating lobbyists by the hour
where saying nothing yet flapping their gums
offending no one when sitting on the fence
doing naught but wagging their tongues
and all the while protesting their innocence
dodging the bullet

I Am A Florida Black Man Lynched For Looking At A White Woman

they said it was the sun,
but it was her eyes—
blue like drowning,
and I looked.

I didn’t whistle,
I didn’t speak,
just looked.

they dragged me out
like a busted dog
from a hot porch,
shouting things
even the devil would blush at.

the rope
was older than the tree,
and the hate
older than that.

tell her I forgive her—
but never them.

Blind Faith

Voted recently,
Grubberment's hot air balloons,
Blind faith--each way bet!

Where Are They Now?

In this country

	Politicians line their pockets from back-door deals
	Sports figures kneel with raised fist, and protest our flag
	Hollywood celebrities exclaim they will leave our country
	Silicon Valley tramples on free-speech norms
	Corporate elites rig systems to transfer wealth

and live more royally than kings of yore, while

Children hunger
	for food
	for love
	for protection from abuse

Where are the marchers,
the protesters with

The hypocrisy of democracy

They called it progress
But the last time I checked
Progress can't exist without justice
Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife
But we will always scream
No justice, no peace
We can't be silenced
Even if we have to use violence

You see the politicians using our graves
To boost their campaigns
'Forgetting' to mention our names
Then Simultaneously putting the blame
On

THEY ARE JUST POETS

We clap and cheer
when they speak well
phrases that please
that cast a spell.

But behind the brilliance 
are borrowed lines
they read poets
study the rhymes.

Our leaders rhyme
not truth but lies
with practiced timing
and careful guise.

They stir the crowd
with crafted speech
not to uplift
but to mislead.

And yet
if words can sway
the hearts of men
then write your truth
and write again.

Today's leaders

From ashes of pain, true leaders rise,
Forged in struggle’s unyielding cries.
Yet now, from gilded thrones of greed,
False prophets spawn, with lies they breed.
They weave deceit, a cunning art,
To hijack souls and rend the heart.
Using hired blades and looted dimes,
They buy men to side their evil dreams
Behind a flag, their falsehoods creep,
While nation bleeds and victims

Who Are the Politicians

I chuckle soft when people fume,
And blame the lot in suits and gloom.
“You see those leaders? All a scam!”
But who’s still selling free yarn?
Was it not your own cousin’s name,
On that campaign with matching frame?

The nurse who sighs, “This ward’s a zoo,”
Still checks her brows in selfie view.
She posts, “On duty, Lord be praised,”
While someone’s

Are the Republican Politicians Going to Hurt Us, Part Two

We are the quiet ones, lost in the hush,
Where the world storms past in a thunderous rush.
The lights are too bright, the voices too loud—
But we dream in the softness behind the cloud.

We did not ask for a battle or war,
A war how foolish that we can't win,
Yet they fashion laws like licence plates.
The kind

Are the Republican Politicians Going to Hurt Us, Part One

Will they come with cold, proud eyes,
And laws like winter in their hands?
Will silence fall where once were cries—
The laughter none but we understand?

I saw the stars through a hospital pane,
And wondered if they’d burn for me,
Or if their fire would die in vain,
In halls without our poetry.

They call us strange, too loud, too still,
Too

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