Politics Society Poems - Poems about Politics Society

He was a born teacher From birth destined to be You'd know by his phene. In capitalist-run schools He's taught for many years Earning pennies for labour. Three years a beneficiary On stipend of N-power teach The Program axed by corruption. Then long a community teacher He's rendering public service For little pay out of community levy. He's adept; he got more papers Hoping for full...

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You’re making me wait “just two more weeks,” but already the wait’s crossed half a year. “A few more weeks, no difference,”you say, and it’s true, but you see, in the bigger picture, a whole generation waits. a/n: The system of education here in Sri Lanka is far from moving on from the differences that covid brought to us. The whole...

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Will we see fire death and pain, fall from the fingertips of the insane? Will we get tweets of our own destruction from people on permanent malfunction? If you’re searching for the truth you’d better not ask those politicians who hide behind an outlaw's black mask. What we do this day can never...

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CYNIC He was Dean of the university’s College of Creative Malfeasance, including the Schools of Business, Law, Information Technology, Marketing, Economics, Theology and International Relations! His son was more sinister He was a minister in the Church of Confederate Christianity, a denomination that is anti-family, anti-immigrant, anti-democratic, anti-Semitic, racist, pro-gun and absolutely pro-life, perpetually in the courts, perpetually in the news and social media, perpetually in...

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Let go - and fly Every morning Rising Like Displaced ether Merging into the miracle of life Such grandeur I cannot guess Why We are blessed this way To wake not once,, But twice. First with life Then, with a truth that hearts would perish for. Oh! To be so blessed, Who but God, Is worthy such...

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You can't miss power, rides black, shiny, muscled horses, with black dogs running ahead to clear the way and keep people away, else people scare the horses, drop the riders and trample them. An enigma for the crowds, like a smell spreads quickly and all over. It's a heavy load for the wise, but fulfilling for little egos, walking scared with arrogance, while the inane,...

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