There’s no difference
between a classroom
and a
Chinese
sweatshop.
No thinking,
No talking,
No creative
expression
whatsoever.
Give us your
whole day and
you will receive
minimal reward
for your
indoctrination.
We the people of the United States along with much of the world WITNESSED WITH OUR OWN EYES / and is therefore / THE SELF-EVIDENT TRUTH that:
Donald j. Trump / on January 6th / undertook the means and methods along with co-conspirators to deny The Legitimate Will Of The People of The United States to carry to completion the peaceful transfer of the power vested in the administration of that office and is therefore:
DEVOID OF LEGAL LEGITIMACY IN EVERY ACTION / and anyone who is instrumental in carrying out his will has effectively entered into a CONSPIRACY TO BREAK THE LAW!
Therefore:
1. All States Federal-Representatives must be recalled and new member sent back with the express purpose of removing this Republican dereliction through the process of impeachment
AND:
2. Arrest & Tri Donald j Trump for insurrection and treason.
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Before modernity
Growth was only for living creatures
With limited features
But these days
Even things can blossom
With the magic of packaging
Trees with start of spring
Objects with getting packed
And I with being with you
We can all flourish
As simple as that
by midday the capital is lost in deferring of appointment, illegal assembly and illegal protest of speech, past speech of the governance and the executive, insurmountable halls of congress have no cause for speech in between coordinated attack points.
the cowardice grows in the hands of the general's might.
deprived of voice the eldest child is thrilled and in traitors steakhouse
We must not be doomed;
Our life's nature must not be
A musky Eden:-
We must re-plow the nation,
And rose-garden democracy:-
Every day, we must
Overcome trumped-up evil,
And its musky scent:-
Let's not be tesla door dashes
Into political hell:-
Remember, each day
Has its tomorrow;
Oppression must not!
Let's make our tomorrow sweet;
Void of musky politics:-
Kingdom comes and kingdom goes,
But crooks collect the entrails.
Taxes torn from each of those:
The we in us who fail.
This is not America,
Not yet nor any more,
As long as crooked crowns beguile,
Freedom's not but lore.
Police Remembrance Day …..
Whose shout is it today
And knowing who I looked away
For a tear trickled down
For a lost friend of some renown
Our ever shrinking group of friends
Smiled and remembered a time when
They made us smile at their antics then
So here’s to Absent Friends with love we send.
© Paul Warren Poetry
May, June, July, new Presidents and Prime
Ministers elected world-wide,
Politicians, crossing the floor, patronizing
The other side,
Finally striving for what we all hope,
Peace and unity,
But the yellow canary haired man has for
Years acted with impunity.
Could a Utopia exist in these
Chaotic times.
Kamala is hot on his heels for in two months
All will be said and done,
Will democracy hear the bells chime,
As the poll numbers rise which would
Be first prize,
As Humpty Dumpty loses his
Landslide win,
And Democracy walks away with
A grin,
As the aged wann-a-be President’s
Predictions wear thin.
OR
Will this man actually come to pass,
Destiny is in the making,
Winner takes and will have a worldwide
Platform for the taking,
The East it seems have with him
Become somewhat chummy,
Quite a risk don’t you think, but all will
Soon be revealed honey.
Will the president be in truce?
Shahid Qadri
No. Not the chair, table , the sofa set , the shelves, these do not belong to me
The tree, pond, flowing water only these
Hair, chin, curvature, knees, these are not mine
The yarning of the lover duo, sketched through the manifested silhouettes , gradually
Will the president be in truce of my propositions?
With the graceful poem, the subject , with a poetic hue, will this be an influence on its own
To have a motive, toward the end?
Neither the march past, the cannon ball, nor the military intervention
Only the flower beds
The prime minister, cabinet minister, international helping committee
Only the vowels to rhyme - with or without, belong to mine.
A couth poetic platypus,
Choosing words that are never rude,
Carries a heavy blunderbuss,
And softly croons a platitude.
The most effective weapon
Against Donald Trump
Is to mock him.
Calling him
The biggest loser
The biggest conman
Of them all.
And senile
Washed old dotard
Way past his sell
By date.
The Presidents Day urge to shop
Get to stores like on a bar hop
I'd visit them all
And splurge at the mall
But Amazon's my preferred stop
Like cookies by legend Amos
This day's for presidents famous
The resident scoop
On such a small group
Makes us like an ignoramus
So easy to call him Titch.
He's just a tiny teddy-bear.
Yet I, a grown-up man,
feel a strange affection.
Affection, yes, for something fluffy,
and all you can do is look at it,
talk to it – or should I say “him”? –
and leave it on a shelf, table, desk.
Ah, yes, so much history:
Theodore Roosevelt.
He hated the name Teddy,
but folk would call him that.
So thank you, Theodore.
I will not call you Teddy.
You hated it, I know,
so this teddy we call Titch.
(29 Jul 2023)
Amidst the savannah roam conniving beasts,
Their motives mask their actions all too well,
In politics, their power never ceases,
Nigeria's fate, it seems, they seek to quell.
A hyena lurks in positions high,
Schemes with a jackal, plotting their deceit,
Their hunger gnaws, they seek to multiply,
Their tally of embezzled wealth complete.
The vulture watches, waiting in the wings,
To swoop and feast on riches unearned,
While rats scuttle in the shadows, unseen,
With cunning plans that leave their nation burned.
Oh, Nigeria, blest with such diversity,
To thrive, the beasts of politics must flee.
© Anointed
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