Equal is a state of mind
for justice expectation:
Law’s value place upon our deeds
with fairness calculation.
Social justice doesn’t work,
sounding good at first.
To redistribute mine to theirs,
puts Freedom in reverse.
There’s no such thing as equal
outside of number games.
Our Constitution’s wise resolve:
Equal justice - One Tier Law.
Trump's another Hitler
Mike Pence, a racist
America's a slave plantation
Accusations, the basest
Shootings and murders are rising
So let's defund the police
Since jails breed hardened criminals
Let's call for instant release
Big corporations are all evil
Their wealth, confiscate
'Redistribute it fairly' --
Will Congress take the bait?
False analogies make us wince
Illogical demands do too
Woke-sters run the government
And they're coming after you
He earned over a million in 2016
Then he did it again in 2017...
Did he redistribute his earnings to the poor
Did he sacrifice any creature comforts to cure
All the world's ills, which we know --
'Cos Comrade Bernie's told us so --
Requires replacing evil capitalist societies
With Comrade Bernie's socialist pieties
Hostile Takeover
Written by: D. Collins 10/3/14
Way, back when, nobody saw the big plan.
Redistribute the vote all across the land.
Putting judges in place to enforce their will.
Carrying guns in case they have to kill.
Its been a hostile takeover of basic rights.
And, abortion decisions are taken overnight.
They chose this route because they cannot win.
No clue of the devil buried deep within.
NSA spying came from Bush’s regime.
Once it was exposed, it became Obama’s thing.
Obama got caught holding the bag.
America lost friends it once had.
A hostile takeover is what we’re currently in.
From the right to vote to the prison system.
A coup d'état is right before our eyes.
An ideology affecting so many lives.
By: Joyce Johnson
I hear the awful, mournful sound
coming from the hills around
as if all mothers on the Earth
at same time were giving birth.
The cry a low and doleful moan
for world’s disasters to atone.
The hills reverberate with sorrow
and deathly fear of the tomorrow.
Babies dying from a famine,
mankind must stop to examine
how to redistribute wealth,
bring all nations back to health.
Money spent to feed the war
could have gone to feed the poor.
We can never still the cry,
when the weak are left to die.
Michael's contest "Sounds of a Cry"
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
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