Hay sisters, we need the
Right to Vote! – We need
a real voice, protection from
dominating, independent
men – self serving tyrants.
Our strength are our greater
numbers girlfriends. Through
the voting process, tear-down
their entire system of abusive
male domination. Elect our
far more liberal candidates!
And so, the US has:
Liberal judges who refuse to
incarcerate, turn violent criminals
back out on the streets, time and
time again to cause more death and
destruction. Elect liberal governors
to office, so we have abortion up to
the day of birth – why not one more?
The day after. Put Marxist, liberal
politicians in office, Freedom hating
Communists – Sure! That’s a great
idea. Our children will bless us from
their future concentration camps. Yep,
Women’s suffrage! Now suffer us all!
A MOON TUNING RAP
Peeping down
Through the closed blinds
Reflecting moon spy-tease
The created mind
Manipulating the running
Of ebony-hued time
Trying to canvass a poem
With lines that rhyme…
Now if you knew how to rap
This would be a snap
But it’s not so easy
In the wee hours
without a nap
Yet when you’ve survived
The trials of another day
It’s not really that hard
To scribe what to say…
Here in the home of the brave
And land of the free
We have to cave
Racism and abject bigotry
And while cold war debates
Continue their drum majoring runs
Sacred lives remain victims of hate
And it's free-firing, murdering, bloody guns…
No longer can we let the fearful majority
Keep us in such a dire calamity
For like the ancestors dead and gone
We too must fight against evil and wrong–
Rising up and claiming our prized liberty…
We can’t leave coming generations
Without worthiness and high hopes
And must not insult our ancestors
Who fought and won the right to vote…
Grief found me as a child. Of course, I had just turned 18 so I wasn't really a child at all.
Was it part of finally becoming an adult? The world's gift to me, along with the right to vote.
The next year when it was time for me to put that right to use, I could not get off the floor.
I did not care for it. I only wanted grief to leave me.
Grief found me in my bedroom. This place of wonder filled with the pains of growing up. It found me standing on the floor with my heart racing in my chest. I did not know what was smaller: me, or the room that was closing in on me.
Perhaps grief didn't find me at all. It can't possibly have been me, hearing the news of death. It can't have been me, going to see the dead body of my mother. It can't have been me, on the floor crying for death to claim me too. No, grief never found me, and I was a happy child finally turning into an adult.
They lie about our past
when they call it shameful
the negative they grasp
to make it all seem painful
We gave the world the justice system
invented laws free of religion
stood up to oppressive leaders
freed the slaves and stopped the traders
We invented human rights
the rule of law and fought the fights
the modern world and all its sights
now they try to darken lights
When we had an Empire
we abolished slavery
gave the freedoms you desire
Some thought this could never be
the right to vote for leaders
Governance politically
modern day believers
ignorant to legacy
Our Empire was built on trade
protected by the military
Gave more than the others gave
positives of history
What we gave we do not owe
no other empire did give
when time came to let it go
that’s exactly what we did
There is a pride to being British
a mighty pride they’ll never know
some just want to see us finished
self hatred, a modern show!
To the social media managers, admins and for those of you who post,
Writers, editors, chaplains, parents and educators from coast to coast.
Our freedoms aren't granted by just one faith's might,
But by those who serve and have served for every American’s right.
They fought for the right to vote for the candidate of our choice,
For every American’s right, to have a voice.
No matter the color of their skin, their age or sexual preferences,
Atop each Vets headstone you’ll discover a variety of religious references.
From every religion, every spiritual path,
Defenders of the Constitution, every paragraph.
Not just the Christian, the Hindu, the Jew,
The Muslim, the Buddhist, to name but a few.
Oaths not sworn to a crown but to the parchment of liberty's vow,
And the military code of justice, our protectors yesterday and now.
Please remember this truth as you post from afar,
Our unity's strength makes us who we are.
It’s RACE that disconnected us, RELIGION that separated us,
Our WEALTH has set us apart and POLITICS divided us’
So just what should the color of FREEDOM be?
For true patriots it’s the first word of our Constitution, “We…”
New Zealand is more progressive and fair than most nations
in 1893, she was the first country to give women the right to vote.
a right that makes sense in every country except America.
where your vote might never count,
until the electoral college is abolished.
an archaic system that ensures the wealthy get more say
New Zealand looks better than ever these days.
a democracy is so much more appealing than a republic.
Quote by Thomas Paine
“ I prefer peace! But if trouble must come, let it come
in my time, so that my children, can live in peace.”
~~~~~~~~
It really is up to us, to vote with a very clear mind.
To vote to stop free speech is anything but kind!
To force a nation, to take unsafe vaccinations?
In our Republic, is purely, such mindless ruination.
Every legal citizen has a blessed right to vote.
Sneaking over borders, an illegal is no antidote.
America is a Republic not just a mere democracy.
And, yes, you can become rich, this is no aristocracy!
With guaranteed rights, we don’t live in anarchy
It is up to you to prevent any evil slaveogracy.
Caring citizens do vote to put another in office..
Wrong choices are their fault~so be very cautious!
Every voter should take their own moral inventory!
Before casting excuses, and creating zany stories.
A sad scenario, if you boast that you don’t vote at all.
Don’t you know, you are contributing to the USA’s downfall?
@Panagiota Romios
8/25/2024
Our right to vote is a blessing
If not,
To whom to vote is a big question
So we were told, Just like the Song we sang
"Twinkle twinkle little star"
But the stars are dim
So we keep wondering
And now, we are in a wander land
You have right to vote
and to be voted for
But I can't remember the last time
They used the count
While we raise our voices in secret
To speak our minds
The only voice we hear is
"This is Nigeria, get use to it"
I don't believe in this, but we are living in it
They make the rule and break
They take the treasures to hides
They make patrol with it
All we do is to wave at their vans and say
"They are eating our money"
Even the one we thought
would make the Change
Wears his glasses to say
" They are now in chains"
They all come in like youths
With their ages reduced
Only to steal the goods
And forget the youths
Who are the pillars for real
If the pillar is weak
Then the house will fall!
#Bitterbutbetter
When I mark my ballot
I make certain of the ink...
it is always red to me!
Each stroke, a limb –
each downward pressure
an attempt at stopping
the bleeding, a bullet
having found the torso,
but never the true heart
of a Freedom
loving patriot.
Know what goes into the
right to vote...and leave
that booth shaking with
such honor others sacrificed
their very lives to selflessly
give you....
Peeping down through
the closed blind,
reflecting moon spy-tease
the created mind;
manipulating the running
of ebony-hued time,
trying to canvas a poem
with lines that rhyme.
Now if you knew how to rap,
this would be a snap
but it’s not so easy
in the wee hours, without a nap.
Yet, when you’ve survived
the trials of another day,
It’s not really that hard to scribe
what you need to say.
Here in the home of the brave
and the land of the free,
we have yet to cave
racism and abject bigotry.
While cold war debates
continue their drum major runs,
sacred lives remain victims of hate
and free-firing lawless guns.
No longer can we let the fearful minority
keep us in such dire calamity.
Like the ancestors dead and gone,
we too must fight against evil and wrong;
rising up and claiming our prized liberty.
Let us not leave coming generations
without worthiness and high hope.
Let us not insult our ancestral patrons
who fought and won the right to vote.
Moon Tuning…
Peeping down through
the closed blind,
reflecting moon spy-tease
the created mind;
manipulating the running
of ebony-hued time,
trying to canvas a poem
with lines that rhyme.
Now if you knew how to rap,
this would be a snap
but it’s not so easy
in the wee hours, without a nap.
Yet, when you’ve survived
the trials of another day,
It’s not really that hard to scribe
what you need to say.
Here in the home of the brave
and the land of the free,
we have yet to cave
racism and abject bigotry.
While cold war debates
continue their drum major runs,
sacred lives remain, victims of hate,
and free-firing lawless guns.
No longer can we let the fearful minority
keep us in such dire calamity.
Like the ancestors dead and gone,
we too must fight against evil and wrong;
rising up and claiming our prized liberty.
Let us not leave coming generations
without worthiness and high hope.
Let us not insult our ancestral patrons
who fought and won the right to vote.
We are struggling to just
Stay above the water.
It feels like we are
Being led to the slaughter.
Every day we fight our
Inner demons.
Going with the flow and
Changing with the seasons.
From the beginning,
Women have been abused.
Beat-up, broken bones,
Battered, and bruised.
A fundamental right has been
Stripped away.
The republicans, a sleight
Hand of foul play.
There is no room
For religious fanatics.
It does not matter if you are,
White, black, Asian, or, Hispanic.
120 years ago, women
Had no right to vote.
You dictate our bodies,
The same as cutting our throat.
Maybe you should walk away,
Leave this alone.
Caution, pretty women can
Become the old crone.
Brings to mind;
Be careful what you ask for.
We are more than
Prepared for the war.
Maybe it's more like,
Pandora's box.
Remember, we're from the
School of hard knocks.
Turbo1904 ?
There once lived a lady in Scranton
Named Elizabeth Cady Stanton
She dared to promote
Women’s right to vote,
‘Tis said she threw many a tantrum.
written January 14, 2022
You know that it’s the
Beginning of the end
When the capital of the United States
Was siege by a gang of protestors
Who was willing to do anything
To get their point across
Which we’ve seen happen in
Other countries, not the U.S.A
It’s the beginning of the end
When senators viciously attacked
Each other, Some took an oath
To protect this country, but found
Themselves involved in beginning of a downfall
The violence sending out shock waves out
Around the world
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When people prefer war instead
Of peace, and no one wants to
Follow an order to help save lives
From a virus that seems to be man made
There are laws in this country
And in life, that you have to
Abide by, because everyone has
To answer to a higher up, no exceptions
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When your thoughts and opinions
Even your freedom of speech is challenged
Also your right to vote
With that being said
When another country can try
To dictate what happens in
Your country, is an ending
From all that has happen
This country will never be the same
Let's pray
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