Quotas Poems - Poems about Quotas

...The telescreens hummed their endless drone, A symphony of truth alone, Dictated, printed, beamed so wide, Where independent thought had died. Newspeak choked the rebel tongue, And every sun......

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...I thought I could save you for a lifetime and pass your immeasurable stock down to my offspring. Yet another investment that returned a seed. How false this conclusion has turned out to be; a crooked......

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... I followed milky and mouldy scents, down cobbled and narrow paths, only to see it riddled with rats, feasting on Feta and Camembert, whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to clash against th......

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...The invasion upon us attacked by a neighbor no village is safe their scourge overruns The enemy dressed as civilian turistas our border wide open and freely they come No shots have been f......

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...I peruse iota verses in quotas For the study of panag-iota Who has my thoughts now starting to motor Literal styles to my mind by rotas Its classic all the way she does now say I must differ......

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...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 ......

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...The beating of the Mill, we hear it down the hill. It is the town's heartbeat. No children on the street already in the shop to labor till they drop. Sold to the upper class; the mother needs ......

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...(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics) I Can't think well of a democracy if nepotism and false promises are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy A system of govern......

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......And in that lies the irony of this whole ‘social justice’ phrase, it exists to excuse racism, to put a nice name on mere hate. You want to hate pale people or attack any one that succeeds, ......

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...When I Was Born in '45 By Franklin Price 08/08/202 When I was born in '45, was another time and place Merritt Island, I called home, we had not gone to space Segregation was the way, we lived ......

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...Oh How Then The powers that be took us into this mess And we as people decided to act Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! You there over there y......

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... El Presidente don’t Tennessee nothing bad coming, tho’ the global orbitals saw viral things very differently Happy talk tongue taters do eerily Idaho ear mash liquor please Dela......

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...Befuddled Bloomberg Speaking of cash, this dude has a solid profusion! But using prisoners to make campaign calls is a just a hideous delusion!            Who knows??? Next campaign c......

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...Oh How Then The powers that be took us into this mess And we as people decided to act Yes that’s right we banged our pans and spoons Screeching ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! You there over there y......

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...Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/ Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/ I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/ Chattel gho......

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