In the realm of Telegram's glow,
Where taps and tokens start to flow,
A game named W-Coin was born,
A simple tap, and wealth was sworn.
With every press, the coins accrue,
A world of crypto starts to brew,
Ethereum, Solana bright,
Or TON, each path a different light.
Fifty thousand strong at start,
A growing game, a beating heart,
Ten million soon, or so they claim,
Yet bots might play this numbers game.
Invite your friends, the tokens rain,
Referral bonuses to gain,
With each new friend, the levels climb,
Rewards increase with passing time.
Tasks and staking, boosters too,
Ways to earn and gather through,
Retweets, join, and play with glee,
Unlocking rewards, climbing the tree.
Stake your coins, let them rest,
Earnings grow, you'll be impressed,
Reinvest to tap with might,
Workers toil throughout the night.
In this game, the taps are gold,
A simple joy that never old,
W-Coin's world, a click away,
Where tapping leads to wealth each day.
A more prolific key
to preventing a sinful monoculture of crime
is recreating a sincere inclusive climate
for trauma prevention
Just as a more robust tool
for healing narcissistic egocentrism
is curiosity to understand
catastrophic anthro-supremacism
Just as a more effective resource
for ending investment
in militaristic nationalism
is to promulgate polycultural panentheism,
robust solidarity extending family residents,
soul cousins of macro-organic soil,
our ecologically economic
global EarthTribe home
Just as fixing religious partisan dogmatism
is to experience unitarian integrity,
empowering universal energy democracy,
delightful synergetic strategies
for creolizing inter-religious
cultural diversity
Just as monoculturing weapons
of discommunication
reinvest in polyculturing tools
of trust communionation.
For our freedom
My world is dying
Death becomes her
Or suits her
Her? What machismo is this?
The fake masculinity that rises from
Their system of profit
It is changing
From male bosses
To male bosses and some women
An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us
As workers, women and men
In the name of more money
For them
To reinvest in more capital
And more exploitation
There is no end
Unless we do it, ourselves
Rising together against
The bosses
Our gains, their losses
Rejoice, a new world is coming
I hear it drumming
At their fences
Hence their tenseness
Rejoice, revolt
Two words of wisdom
So far unheeded
But oh so needed
Until we act
For our freedom
For our freedom
Will we ever grasp the absurdity
Of our vanity showing disrespect
For our planet’s wholesome diversity
With lessons barely learnt in retrospect
Audacity shamefully outrageous
Arrogance beyond wild insanity
With consequences least ambiguous
Undermining their brutal gravity
Should we not reinvest our planet’s love
Carefully fostering by any means
Earth’s lavish bounty and beauty above
Nurturing purity of blues and greens
Harmony with nature engenders art
Thus reflecting the color of my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 3, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE - DECEMBER - ANY POEM NA'D IN NOVEMBER 2019 sponsored by DEAR HEART - WIISHKOBI ODE - RANKED 1ST
Submitted on November 18, 2019 for contest ALL ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT by RICHARD LAMOUREUX
and on December 8, 2018 for contest THE COLOUR OF MY HEART sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
I know how much it means to you
to protect my health and safety.
And, for this purpose,
to stop the terror,
end the ballistic killing
within these disuniting States,
please ban the NRA,
and stop selling guns
to those with histories
of mental illness.
The statistics,
facts,
both real and alternative,
all inform quite clearly,
if you would put this same energy
you have invested
in keeping out
those who would reinvest in,
to helping out
those who already disinvest of our domestic peace
and nonviolence,
then this killing Association already here
might calm down
enough so you could hear
the silence of those seeking
absence of threat and violence.
Thanks so kindly
for your first priority attention
to these matters
of real lives and deaths,
in contrast to those you have imagined.
Soon, me and you will reunite
Both dressed in black but never in white
Because black symbolises a dark, gloom, mystery
For I know not your secrets and you know not my history
It's funny how our lives seem not to infuse together
Your origins are much different compared to mine
Our universes however intertwine
For the matter in which we both are standing lies intact with love as its bond
A hidden love, unpropelled and held into your soul
For greed still remains although we're freed or so we think
Our links embroiled in a civil war
Civil in a sense that we are one
A man and wife, a tribe, race, nation
You see it not I know but sometime we all have to go
For temporarily we live, believe, decieve or recieve a nature
A human nature, that makes us conceive and act on our cerebation
An incarnation of a death star
Celebration of a nation held by pessimism and hate
Most of the time we find we're too late.
So I say think, manifest, reinvest and be happy for life is short
And we are a sport of our own temptation.
I, light of foot and dark of thought,
give in before the tide
and clutch the pain I, “sigh”, forgot,
the dread I feel inside.
Embracing fear that’s still around
from heartbreaks out of mind,
I bare my chest. Of truth, I’ve found,
I like the naked kind.
Love is a loss I’ll reinvest;
I’ll wager soul and shirt.
To feel the love, I find it best
to reinstall the hurt.