Protesters Poems | Examples

Break The Mold

Break The Mold 
Just be yourself 
Not like everyone else 
Don’t follow the crowd 
Protesters always complaining, just ridiculous 
A waist of my time 
Everything is still burning 
Walk on my own path 
No chaos 
No social media 
No garbage in my ear 
Turn off the lies 
Tune out the noise 
No more common sense 
Sucked into the drama 
Break the mold 
Society is broke 
No more trees and no more food 
We have lost our way 
No one can think for themselves these days 
Just a mad world 
Always blaming someone else

New World Order

New World Order 
Moving toward totalitarianism. 
Dictatorship, absolute power. 
World polluted government. 
Globalist agenda. 
Shut down the protesters. 
Slaves to world power. 
Our words are meaningless. 
Our opinions don’t even matter. 
Selfish supreme rulers. 
Ideology. 
Corrupt politics. 
We the people are locked up in a prison. 
Apocalyptic, complete destruction. 
Economic disaster. 
Control with no limitation. 
No place to run. 
Fight back our freedom. 
Raise your fist in the air. 
New World Order. 
The false leaders of tomorrow. 
The beginnings toward the end. 
Our leaders have always been the enemies with sin. 
Control the world. 
Worship only money and themselves. 
Dictating the human raise. 
End of days.

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 cardboard placards
funded by big money,

Declaring that these,
the youngest of us
have a right to a life?

That simply being born
is not enough?

	Where are those God-fearing pickets?

The Trumpet of Parrots

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu

The Trumpet of Parrots

Patriots rally to the trumpet sound,
its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed.
Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned,
their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed.

They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars,
while hissing hypes to mask the stench of greed.
Their chorus of lies taints Venus and Mars,
who like pawns follow blindly the king’s lead.

Their victims vilified and ridiculed.
Protesters branded as dregs of the state,
by troops of diehards loathsome and unschooled,
As crony capitalists preach their hate.

So, mark the flock that flaps where conscience sleeps:
A nation full of parrots gently weeps.

John Fetterman Again

    John Fetterman 
      appears on news feeds again

    Calling ‘genocide-in-Gaza’ protesters ‘dopes’
      so I guess he’s including the Pope

Give Or Take

Give Or Take
Miracle Man
8/22/2024

Our country is fast becoming,
morally laid in waste.
Many embrace this change,
while others feel abased. 

Nefarious people are making,
troublesome news each day. 
We no longer view our laws,
being black and white, but gray.

Our Government has now become,
like a humongous money tree.
Illegals are treated far better,
with a stipend they live rent free.

Looting and killing is rampant,
with protesters voicing their views.
With covered faces, they burn our flag,
in protest toward ourselves and Jews.



“The wheel that squeaks the loudest,
always gets the grease.”

Paris, July 2024

Again it’s time to set some cars on fire
To smash some windows shouting out obsceneties   
With Paris riots on TV you can’t get tired
Like trashy sequels of the Chaplin’s comedies
The action breaks down into episodes and gags
The crowd goes berserk with animation 
They look quite serious, young lions and old fags
Rugged protesters, conscience of the nation
But don’t be fooled, it’s just the way they live
Traditional amusement, if you like 
With little compensation they forgive 
Until its time to start another strike 
It was dramatic, till the fireworks began
Then water cannons jets endorse the celebration
Its Paris riots, open up your beer can
Sit back and watch the show of exaltation.

USA Sells Out on an Ally

It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!

Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!

America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!

                  4/24/2024

Show Love, Not Hate

Show Love, Not Hate 
Miracle Man
4/17/2024

Antisemitism grows worse,
and there’s no current answer.
Hatred is eating our lunch,
like a man eating cancer.
It’s disrupting other’s lives,
forcing many to live in fear.
Protesters burn our flag,
and “Death to America“ I hear.

The world is becoming,
a place that looks blighted.
Too many are thin skinned,
and always feel slighted.
Each dispute presents factions,
with another life test.
And the answer seems to be,
grab a sign and protest.

But how can one protest,
without a catchphrase to chant.
And without harming others,
well, they just simply can’t. 
The goal, keep it simple,
cause chaos if you’re able.
The thin skinned think this,
earns them room at the table.

Truth Be Told

Truth be told …we all lie
Color the “facts”
To meet our “needs”
Plant and grow
Only our “seeds”
Of truth.

We shout
“SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER”
What truth to whose power?”
Protest the protesters
In BOLD PRINT signs
Milling about
In a mob
Of “TRUTH SEEKERS”

The truth is true
but as with rainbows
the colors conflict
bleed into one another
arc from one side
to the other
seeking TRUTH’S
pot-o-gold

Someday

Someday
 (I’ll Tell You How I Really Feel)
Miracle Man
October 27, 2023

Protesters are cowards who get things by force,
they scream and holler until voices are hoarse.
They game our system while burning our flag,
swiftly doing their thing, no time to lollygag.

Many current protesters are illegally here,
and to our rule of law they refuse to adhere.
It pains me to see what America’s becoming,
they should be exiled back to their slumming.

We move toward socialism at a rapid gait,
those here illegally we should quickly relocate.
Politicians allow entry just for their vote,
once change comes America won’t stay afloat.

We allow many in, who openly want to kill us,
but closing the border congress will not discuss.
Some bring their flags and cling to old ways,
looters steal from our stores and then set ablaze.

 Protests force change in the absence of backbone, 
sometimes, even leading to a riot full blown.
Most are thinned skinned and set in our ways,
but I love this country and pray for better days.

Supporters of Hate Slogans

Please, stop describing as classic
What is in reality slick,
Something I’d go for as “the sick,”
At home Dad to beat me with stick…

Indeed, an idea men don’t pick,
Because in the end wounds to lick,
As it explodes cloud of smoke thick
Time Bomb to not permit a tick…

Protesters for haters’ slogans?
Gunshots will waste all your organs!
You’ve never wrestled like Hogan
And never would kick like Morgan…

We’re dealing with men who hearts rend:
Guys I’d say have gone round the bend,
On enemies’ chests bullets spend;
Their biggest strength to cleansing lend,
Even as lives like flies they drop…

The Devil Alive and Well

They are dying
in the gutters of China,
welded into apartment cages – 
children dismembered from the
arms of pleading mothers, 
protesters pushed back by tanks~
oh well, a few get squashed...
too many people anyway,
environmentalists are silent
in agreement – 

a complicit US media, those
flamboyant parrots with jeweled 
wings, spouting government's lingo,
having gladly exchanged crumbly crackers 
for meaty bones, expendable and not their
concern – not a meaningful word
from the Biden administration, Joe,
himself, a parrot of sorts – a facsimile
of what once appeared human, the devil
in his election. US Corporations
wanting China contracts, China's
digital to replace the buck, when
the American People wake up one
morning, the banks saying, you are
totally out of luck – Fortunes being made
from munitions, war mongers telling
fools they are necessary nutritions,
Hollywood yet worshiping the God
of their mirrors, bronzed and perfectly
symmetrical, to one another passing out 
golden calf awards...the Devil alive
and well.

Wrong Target

Two protesters, breaking some laws 
To convince folks to notice their cause,
Threw two cans of red soup
And stood by as the goop
Trickled down a Van Gogh without pause.

It was “Sunflowers,” and, worst of all,
They then glued themselves fast to the wall.
The tomato soup’s aim
Only damaged the frame,
Though the act in itself did appall.

Still, I wonder, did nobody see
What was obvious, clearly, to me?
Flinging soup at Van Gogh
Makes no sense, since we know
How appropriate Warhol would be!

Tribute To the Miners

A bullet song,
Hands up,
We sing in memory of the deceased, 
We sing in memory of the miners,
Peaceful protesters demanding their rights,
Peaceful protesters seeking justice,
Living conditions parallel to their labour,
They asked for a review of their monthly salary,
They requested a change in their livelihood quotas,
This brought nightfall into the town,
This brought the midnight train into the town,
We stand in memory of the lost and the scarred,
Marikana today remembers you,
North West mourns you,
God in the green blanket hallows this day.




August 16, 2022.
In Memory of the Marikana Massacre.

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