Sit down, and let me tell you, son,
about the historic district, Kensington,
in the year eighteen-forty-four,
when the streets broke out in war.
The Irish-Catholic were new arrivals,
impoverished, fighting for survival.
The existing population was disquieted,
and so, Philadelphia nativists rioted.
It was then that false rumors were passed.
In a bad light, the Irish were cast,
Propaganda and lies, the devil's tools,
"They want to remove the Bible from schools".
But son, these things wouldn't happen today.
We are enlightened, though let me just say,
if there is an unpleasant circumstance,
just blame it on the immigrants.
Categories:
rioted, history, immigration, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
Students at Hillcrest High
sure know how to have fun
Hundreds rioted for two hours
to terrorize someone...
... A teacher they screamed 'had to go'
her 'crime,' if you really need to know
holding up a pro-Israel sign at a rally
lucky gal ~ didn't get machine-gunned
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N.Y. Post story last week... Non-participating
students claimed their fellow students were
just having fun. The teacher managed to lock
herself in a classroom... this time...
Categories:
rioted, fun, hate, student, teacher,
Form: Rhyme
The days the owls rioted, I ran to my warm bed.
I got inside my quilts and I covered my head.
With their talons and beaks, they elected king Fred.
I dared not say a word, but my face was pure red.
They plotted and schemed, these fowls so smart.
I heard one of them coughing, his name is Blue Art.
We have to act now, but first, we’ll all have a Sweet Tart.
How could they stop at one? I asked Feathered Bart.
He gave me a glare and pecked hard at my feet.
Stay under those covers, or your fate won’t be sweet.
I did not dare make another noise, answer phone or send a tweet.
I knew then that I was surely about to be beat.
Categories:
rioted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Lead me to other suns,
Grab my hand and take me higher,
I know he knows I’m here;
But the shadows robbed our love.
This space seems far from friendly,
And my strength barely goes on,
Open up the roads they rioted;
They meant life when we were born.
Evil placed its dark desire,
And we both left south from north,
No blue moon helped me to find him;
Love has never showed its worth.
Categories:
rioted, blue, change, conflict, dark,
Form: Lyric
I am sorry I can no longer respect your hue
Since you have succumbed to Q-Anon
Parroting most stupid conspiracy theories
Since the Trump train you jumped on
And adopted a jaundiced view of our history
Believing The Donald's outrageous lies
Crediting to him outlandish deeds
And planting false social media seeds.
I wonder what is happening in your brain
Has it become hardened against the truth
Are you with insurrectionists who rioted
Since jumping on the crazy Trump train?
I wish there was no red line between us
For I remember those wonderful days
When we used to laugh over a few drinks
Alas, no more since you changed your views.
Perhaps, in coming days it will be different
And we can become friends once more
Our country, our culture, our society
Will be a better place, that's for sure,
In the meantime I'll remember you kindly
And wish for you the very best
But I cannot respect the road you've taken
That has gotten us into this god-awful mess.
written September 6, 2021
Categories:
rioted, anxiety, betrayal, conflict, friend,
Form: Political Verse
Kenosha burned last night,
The flames engulfed the streets.
The peaceful protestors rioted.
Shops and stores set alight,
The flames lunged forward.
The peaceful protestors looted.
Homes and houses lit so bright,
The flames rolled toward them.
The peaceful protestors rampant.
The Gov denounced police
And bound the NG with ROE.
The peaceful protestors released.
Categories:
rioted, children, fear, fire, peace,
Form: Rhyme
he came one may day
when vivid blooms rioted
a fond memory
Categories:
rioted, beautiful, bird, color, flower,
Form: Haiku
1968
Beaten on the school yard
Cursed on the bus
Not all the kids hated whites,
The few left in the hood.
Haters sat at dinner tables
Hearing the call to “justice.”
Just like us.
Nine – not near ready
To understand the chemistry of
Hate.
Fear haunted me,
Dark sickening fear,
A sticky gray fog covered
My days and my nights.
Afraid for all of us, and those
Eager to do harm.
Naïve, ignorant, only knowing
Fists and slurs.
April fourth, June fifth, 1968
All the world raged, rioted,
Hated against hate.
The only voices that pierced the fog came from
The men with the power to wage peace.
Inspired by the truth trickling through
Muddy cheesecloth filters covering our minds.
Dr. King was only a man, but of God.
His devotion to the Power of Love
Drilled into my heart
Injected me with guilt and
Passion.
Bobby Kennedy was only a man,
But a visionary.
The truth, seemingly invisible to us,
So painfully twisted his face.
Both men dreamed, and now…
So do I.
Categories:
rioted, truth,
Form: Free verse
Animals gathered in the forest
for annual singing competition
at the table was the old big toad
presiding as adjudicator guest
weaver bird sang so well that day
monkey sang so well, playing fiddle
snake hissed and danced zigzag
frog croaked , jumped all over
all other animals did their best
surprise in final result it was
frog with rough voice was best
animals rioted and threw mad
but guest adjudicator told them;
“I did my best to get best singer
frog beat everybody in the hall
even if he was poor, remember
blood is thicker than water”!
Categories:
rioted, metaphor, power, prejudice, satire,
Form: Imagism
I love Politics
And have been watching in
Confusion and Amazement
At Donald Trumps election as President
The first address he gave
Was 1 with a rather conciliatory tone
Expressing a will to govern for all
But it seems to have brought Riot's
And lawless to the streets
From opposition supporters
Who profess he is divisive
If Trump has lost the Election
Would his supporters have marched or rioted?
Or would they have just accepted the result
And moved on
The Man has yet to take office
But seemingly will never be given a chance
Remind you of man named Obama
Hard to succeed when no 1 wants
1 to succeed or puts aside personal preferences
For the greater good
Categories:
rioted, political,
Form: Free verse
settlement without place;
time without wait;
the stillness of life
in the deep eruptious wild
with a world of thought
arranging on in rioted lights
that swim in the depths of her mouth
contented conceptions
splurging themselves round
and out of their bounds
in the filling of absence
willing to hand things over
my fascination found me
captured
and now somehow restored
motionless to motion
led the location of warmth
patient persistence
my explorations taking form;
to uncover the inflated vibrations
of resuming sense
in every second she talks
Categories:
rioted, appreciation, girl, love, nature,
Form: I do not know?