Who is thy friend
Who is thy friend?
Who is thy foe?
Who is pulling the strings?
And enemy, to both
In turbulent times
Of clarity; misdirection
The enemy, o’ thy enemy
In backlash; insurrection
As world war III
May be on the brink
A sleeper-cell media
Propagandas, our think
As the righteous of self
Are soldiers, misled
Infiltrate on thy neighbor
For, what they feel, offend
As free speech is expressed
With violence and destruction
Has a first strike been struck?
As moralities expulsion
Your rights, my rights
Whose rights are right?
Without respect and compassion
Your cause, contradicts
Your very right
To fight
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
Categories:
propagandas, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
This is another day
Just make it count
Be about your business
And show everyone what its all about
Take advantage of a good opportunity
Broaden your horizons
Open your mind to new propagandas
And sharpen your visions
Categories:
propagandas, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
I’m through with this grand-oval shaped abode,
where it’s center of gravity is filled with vanity.
methinks I shall absent myself from their evil propagandas and empty lullabies,
holding firm to my Ephraim’s stick and that of Judah.
Hey you over there-
keeper of the gates above,
shut not thine doors against I…
for all thine laws have I kept;
thine ordinances have I performed.
shut not thine doors of life against I thine faithful servant.
lest I be damned for all eternity.
Categories:
propagandas, adventure, philosophy, poetry, religion,
Form: Blank verse
Poem Titled: All In All.
Written, by: Ronald Watson
03/10/2013
All in AllMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
All in all, that Corruptible wall.
This is all what old clay bricks should be.
What protocols to stacking society?
Multicultural from A to Z.
One brick two brick three.
It is politics, propagandas, and rhetoric’s.
As which, all are called hypocrites.
It is all my eyes could see,
Them so called major Flaws and those minor Jim Crow Laws;
Abusing freedom, causing it to stop or suddenly pause.
One brick, two brick three.
Thus, this poem is called, all in all, but
Only God is, inconceivablelity.
My Poetry on PoetrySoup
Thank you.
Categories:
propagandas, philosophy, religious, spiritual, poetry,
Form: Free verse