RIOTERS GET CASH
FOR JANUARY 6, BASH
TRUMP BEING SO BRASH
Our foxy former president
who rallied the rioters and
then safely went,
is hoping that we all forget,
the January 6th Capitol attack
and the good judgement that he lacked,
and how he didn't have poor Mike Pense's back.
Trump was the president, our supreme boss but
still takes no responsibility for those lives now lost.
He's gearing up for 2024, with his big pac monies
and hopes to score, holding rallies and stirring up his core,
with his same divisive message again once more..
I support folks who challenge a perceived wrong by peaceful demonstration.
The First Amendment guarantees that right, when all is said and done.
But I loathe the rioting rabble who are ripping apart this great nation!
Such anarchic mobs have no respect for anything or anyone!
Being around my world
And the world as a whole,
Never have i really seen,
Love within the visible so whole.
Latest of these are colors,
Never wants to be righteous,
Rather so ridiculous,
Bragging, red became malicious,
Prophesing to be the best.
Yellow is in disagreement
And claims he is not the least,
The white shows to know,
And said the black is low.
To one another they send sorrow,
Claiming difference like goats
And boats,
And forget about tomorrow.
Oh! they know not what i know...
For if they really know,
Then they will know where they
Come from,
What they really are,
Colors, colors they are...
All belonging to one absolute painter.
(for the unfortunate students slaughtered in my country)
Sir – darest V.C.,
The dark hours of the night
Received no crows of the cock;
And like owls, the boys made violent
Hooting, waking us like sleeping cocks.
Of course, dear V.C,
At midnight those strange faces
Buried in dark cars: these strangers,
Like hooded saints of ancient stages,
Ah! gentle messengers of merciless gods:
Their pocket-guns woke the day;
Their barking silent steps woke the boys;
The innocent babes of sleepy stay;
Up and down the caged streets rushed the boys!
Now – dear V.C.,
While the day slept with twilight stars
The dark messengers are gone!
Like little fragments of the devil’s stars
From those lost battles for heaven –
O! Sir – noble V.C.,
Heaven knows … faces, legs, hands, voices
Of boys, of girls, of birds, of objects:
Ah! everywhere: nature’s kids are rioters!
Called forth from sleep by strange faces.
Yes! man, beast, flower, & all
Are made victims of a sea of rioters;
Soldiers marching without the famed gun,
These children prevailed after the storms.
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