There's nothing positive about racism
However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone
This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum
All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human
From something worst than a sinful animal.
There's nothing good about racism
The racists are the naughty scums of the es
The vile predators that thrive on controversial
Issues, the narcissistic skunks, and the bogus kites
That won't fly during a storm of schism and racialism.
Racism is reserved for the worst fetid pest
Racism is of course for the worst of the worst
Racism is indeed for the funkiest of the funkiest
Racism is reserved for the most hangdog waste
Slavery is the original bigot of racism and bias
From this narcissistic evil begets race and unfairness
Slavery is an abhorrent crime against humanness
The most abject and fusty form of selfishness.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
Blow loud your whistles, beat your drums,
Make noise, you inconsiderate scums!
Fatigued workers been resting above,
Wake them all up with ear piercing show!
Sleeping mother with baby at breast,
Do not deserve the much needed rest,
Yell and shout your religious decree,
And yank the sound up to full degree!
Crack coconuts on the public roads,
Litter outside shops and their abodes,
Scream out the name of your Gods aloud,
Make all the noise, their ears can afford!
If reaching god is by your noisy way,
I do not wish to come, please let me stay!
Let me seek the divine deep in my heart,
Quiet in my mind, our methods far apart!
And who am I?
Am just another man with another name
With dreams bigger than his height
Hopping for the best
Trying harder to keep the faith
But fire rains on him
The man who prays for refuge
Come tomorrow, lions still have craws
Earth, doomed
Humanity, cursed
Sin, forbidden
Peace, compromised
Order, reversed
Wealth, defiant
Should I do the right thing?
The world doesn’t favor the good
I will still wake up armed
Tighten my gear, set for the dream
Meagerly, a foot ahead of the other
I will be chasing hopes though in turmoil
I will kiss the face of the sun
If that’s what it takes
Whilst under your feet,
In the drifting scums,
I will honor the man with the master plan?
In my journey of life, I have seen
I have heard a lot and of all the crimes
And of all the times, I have witness man being unkind
In my research and in my search
I have learnt that this fur,
They wear has a generational curse
But I swear, I wont tear
Neither will I shed a tear nor will I fear
Because in these times, I have a lot to share
They are not a plaque
They are not unkind
Nor are they one of a kind
So why do you choose to treat their kind
As though they are the scums of your time
Why must you be so unkind
How many waters must their cross
How many mountains must their climb
Before you men of these times stop suppressing them
The fur they wear keeps them warm and it protects them from the sun
So that their hearts wont be scorched
By the harsh words and treatment they may receive
All because mankind choose not to treat them as their equal.
Left open new
Towards the blue
Working anew
Showing a few
Becoming wonder
Left to blunder
About the yonder
Golden to ponder
Simple satisfy
She is so fly
I become alive
Though it may die
She succumbs
To the bums
Of life’s hums
Enormous scums
Freedom elicits
Whatever permits
Shortwave complicit
There’s a deficit
Her eyes don’t lie
She doesn’t deny
I want to cry
But cannot scry
Left alone
She bones
Her left scone
Now belongs
To nothing more
Than a shore
Of trinkets galore
Time takes a snore
Russell Sivey
Roads are shared,when to take a freeway out to your destination has no more significance then the ride. Needing to use a "POSTER" to hide your face when the
back-up hasnt showed up signs of a ____
Accept defeat & join in signs of a ____
Accept orders like a dog signs of a ____
Tint your own blood for the poster signs of a ____
B-ack stabbing low scums
I-naccomplishment of becoming a man
T-ruth kills you inside
C-rown the next
H-IDE HIDE HIDE boy run to the poster
When I entered into the city of Light,
No betting odds among dawn and twilight,
The vitality is alive, well and bright,
Oh beloved Karachi, a marvelous sight,
Every affiliate for you is momentous,
The sun rises upon us as gorgeous,
Alpha to omega you’re vivacious,
And the symbol of superb glorious,
To walk on the shore of Hawks bay,
To touch her mud and clay,
And meanwhile to run or lay,
Won’t I forget all never and nay,
On the pier of sea view we dabble,
Hither, thither and wabble,
Conduct a race o’er and scramble,
Capriole there and babble,
Your alleys and ways may remain shine,
To the eternity, so I pine,
And desire for harmonious fine,
With countless blessing of divine,
May your liveliness long forever,
May you be the land of peace ever,
May Almighty protects your inhabitant from clever,
Scums of evil ,so they harm you never.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
on confessional summer streets of city
the heat scums in like a churlish treacle
in back of the five and dime bodies drift by
cotton barely captures their hides of leather
mock they come feasting their eyes the uninspired the unenjoyed
skin like twined roe on inelegant hilltables of humping asphalt
the fullstomached and the barrenous
the stubblegaited and released obese
the adolescent chics swaddled in microshortshorts and sons and
daughters of their own walk on
sidewalks clotted with dirge
dry bubblegum bandages
and weeping condoms caked with sad and
botched hotdog stands and others hold hands
watching over out back of the fiveandime
clouds scuff in like oldtime washerwomen
scrubbing the spanknew parking meters
and all the cops are at the donut shops
notary publics down to the liquorstore
picking up twofours and molls awol from the junior high
and cocksure dudes drabbed in deadlettered sweatpants
cruising spineblown bars for commandment cheaters
in lunging games of catchascatchcan and
here
on Church Street
one young woman smiling arm in arm
with an elder mother set as a seal upon her heart
and all my transepts spires and bells
rejoice
I long for that day
When I'll keep the goons at bay
Big muscles, six feet tall and a deep voice
I got all my choice
People would say" Here he comes
To save us from the scums".
Bang!Bang!Bang! I do my show
Damn!Damn!Damn! and people all glow
Samaritans I help
And satans they yelp
My name is Ferrero
And I am the hero
At last I have my say
To keep the goons at bay
Tight fitting clothes and a mask I wear
Never in my life I have had those apparels I swear
Punch, kick, somersault
And they all halt
I rescue the dame
And ask her her name?
But she's so cold
She says "Ferrero don't be so bold"
For the deed
I did
Not even a kiss
Oh that I miss
Then suddenly from the vicinity
A thunderous roar in all of profanity
I wake up and look at the mirror
And I am stunned by the horror
I am no superhero
All but I am a zero
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