The day before the storm
Protests fall on deaf ears
The master's voice rings
The rest is mere noise
Cars run helter skelter
Ready to park tomoro
Water cannons to stun
Neath the gas, tears
End game, bigger than us
Masks evil planners
Mere cogs in a wheel
Turned by hidden hands
Watchers and doers
Prepare for peace
Haters fund goons
To disrupt disonnance
Here we go again
Battling each other
From afar, elites watch
On TV and internet
Scramble for wealth
You will not last
The hands of time
Change your form
GET THE FREAK OUT ICE
HAVE SHOT DOWN INNOCENTS TWICE
DARE NOT MAKE IT THRICE
FIVE HUNDRED NOW DEAD
IRAN BECOMES A HOT BED
NO MONEY FOR BREAD
shout shout let it all out, you are a peado and we want you out,
come on were talking to you, come on were talking to you,
shout shout let it all out you are a peado and we want you out come on were talking to you come on, were talking to you,
you better watch out, better not cry, town criers here and were telling you why,
peado your leaving your house, peado your leaving your house,
peado your leaving your house,
you pack your bags in the morning, you pack your bag in the day,
the police car is a whaling, and there coming to take you a way,
you better watch out, better not cry,
nonce our kids and we hope you die,
peado you are leaving your house,
you better watch out better not cry,
all the hunters are here and were telling you why,
peado your leaving your house, peado your leaving your house, peado your leaving your house.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks‘
(Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2)
By Shakespeare
cold snowy day
Clint Eastwood marathon on the tube
honey-do list not done
my wife complains all day
the stubborn semi stood on his head
you cannot make me go, he said to Ed
Ed was angry now, a trucker who never swore
You are a piece of work, metal scrap and more!
the town came to see the semi and gave support
he was just protesting his wages, said Uncle Mort
He has been on his head for sixteen weeks now, of course.
Ed finally left, riding away on a sad looking horse.
Shouts of ‘Only one solution –
an Intifada Revolution’
at protests described as ‘peaceful’
by pundits expert at circumlocution
130 suicide bombings; countless stabbings and shootings*
Intifadas are as ‘peaceful’ as is Russia under Putin
Intifada leaders’ ‘solution’ for the Jewish state
~ every Jew slaughtered in an orgy of hate
________________________________________________
*These figures are culled from the last Arab intifada against
the Jews in Israel, 2001 - 2005.
In the 60’s we protested
Out on the quads
With our armbands and banners and signs
‘Til the rage manifested
By police riot squads
Put a damper on all our designs.
We erected no tents
And we went home to sleep
But were sure we could orchestrate change.
Yet these current events
Which on campuses sweep
Seem, to me, very different and strange.
Peaceful Protests
Those mostly peaceful protests are:
Get yourself prepared for Cold War.
Cool calm attitude please! My Dear!
In domestic front start to ignore.
If does not work, efforts no more.
Discard and own zone to explore.
In social front avoid clash.
‘Hello’ to foe: Send ‘Love’ to trash.
No importance, malice to smash.
In politics, Non-Violence.
Peaceful movement: Pretty patience.
Non-Cooperation makes sense.
05/01/22
Theme: Mostly Peaceful Protests
“u CHOOSE “
Contest by Anthony Biaanco
With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess
Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD beside her poem title when chosen
but her attitude is not what I would call ambrosian
Her "truth" is not what all of us choose to believe
It's so sad that she tries to offend us and aggrieve
She doth protest too much, and it's unbecoming
She's muddying the site with so much chumming
Many of us write what lies deep within our hearts
But we're not what she calls arrogant or up-starts.
We don't need our wrists slapped, like she has said
Leeches try to draw blood. We don't need to be bled.
Broken People
How ruffled a people we are, crinkled and cracked under the weight of economic hardship. Yet we attempt to grin and greet.
From their killer smoking barrels, innocent lives are snuffed away.
In the dark of the night, they abduct, rob, and brutalise. Did you say law enforcement? Tufiakwa! Like Nazgûl, they are agents of death.
SARS, FSARS, SWAT, no matter the rebaptism, this brutality must end. Justice must be done. Someone must be held accountable.
We live with masquerades
They call for accolades
They wear mean faces
Even when we meet face to face
Every day and night, they loot
Even though we go barefoot
We crown them kings
They take all, even as "kings"
Until hunger and anger reigns
They take all
they think they are winners
Alas, we suffer a hard-knock life
What a life without a wife
With guns and knives, they kill our wives.
Yet we live and believe they are kings
The cup is full and overflowing
Like a disrupted ant colony, the race for survival begins.
Oh! It has to be the new dawn!
Wearing the facade of #endsars, the people reject their masters.
Tanks and boots fill the streets
In the cover of the dark, they commit genocide.
What a cruel world!
The cup is full and overflowing
Hunger raged yet they waged war
Stacked food away from reach
We are sniffing out the food
Like dogs from hood to hood
Possessing our possession,
This is the new obsession
And it is just the beginning
It is not over yet
The masquerades can't stop the provocation
They mock us with their speeches
They suck our blood like leeches
The deprived are speaking
It is just the beginning
It's a new dawn
We're at a place in history right now-
perhaps, where we have never been before;
our nation, so divided, to allow
this breakdown of established laws- abhor
the rules our founding fathers did implore
for protests- without looting, burning down
the property of businesses- that frown
on losing the police to deter crime.
Some disappoint- but most deserve renown;
kept order through a former, calmer time.
How can these leaders turn a blinded eye
to this destruction that their cities take?
Just let it happen- simply to imply
all rules these days are now okay to break.
They never think beyond- such a mistake
to not protect the rights of city folk
caught in the fray with no one to invoke-
who only wish to live their lives- to share
in liberty and peace- and shed this cloak
of fear! But no- they now confront despair.
September 27, 2020
Contest: Dizain
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
10 Syllables Per Line
a b a b b c c d c d
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
and RhymeZone
'Peaceful Protests Intensified' --
So the morrow's headlines certified
But how'd reporters turn blind eyes
To fire-bombings that terrorized
a downtown stunned and traumatized
Why was ugly violence euphemized
~ as 'Peaceful Protests Intensified'
an octelle
Inherently feral, protests
have morphed into a foul abscess.
Our formidable nation
spent from false adoration
incites fulminations widespread.
from forged arsenals of hatred.
Inherently feral, protests
have morphed into a foul abscess.
Angry bewildered dissidents
teeming ‘mid brutal incidents,
are leery, believing lies.
Meanwhile broadcasters devise
blindness to ominous truth..
Their solution? the voting booth.
Angry bewildered dissidents
teaming ‘mid brutal incidents.
July 24, 2020
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