Short Dictators Poems
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only those teaching hard lessons
without schemes and lesson plans
to pupils who sit on their ears
due to boredom in classroom
While we loved the wrap-man from Glad
The cover Trump’s under is Vlad
All dictators hail
No voting by mail
Urged by their communist comrade
While aid to stop him may expire
Vlad's drooling for space to acquire
His lust to expand
Brings rust to fertile land
To this dictators aspire
Tyrants, Despots and Dictators
remember it never ends well for tyrants, despots and dictators
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Flower in People’s Heart
Arrested! Contained!
Remanded just the body
The iron heart will never,
Never surrender.
The tip of people's arrow
For democracy
Flower in heart will blossom
Over the dictators!
USA, 25 Jan 2011
They have 50 years
Of emergency law in Syria
And counting
The president is an intelligent man
He has no answer for the protest marchers
The bullets will turn on him
Soon
The choices dictators make
Are not always made for a life
To retire at the swimming pool
Form:
fighting for freedom
what is the problem
free from tyranny and oppression
evil dictators, all the control
us?
do we have any say?
what we do in the world today
me? my say?
give me my life
of which is so strife
give me life
that is required
Fighting for our freedom
Form:
Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!
brown earth rolls a
quilt of love we
need to remain calm
fly under the radar of crime
and punishments
the girl is sleeping
like a volcano
dictators masturbate red
semen of power in their
dreams impotent
my hands are shaking
roar of an orphaned lion
in the deserted jungle
of hunger and chaos
Form:
The Way of Tyrants (Tanka)
Red nosed circus clowns
Behind mad grins… hate the laugher
As with dictators
In absurd fantasy uniforms
We hoot only when they fall.
Tyrant in his cave
Resentfully reflects on life
Western big shots came
Ate roasted lambs in his tent
How could he be so gullible?
A man with shoes too big, to fill,)
Silently shows a dictators thrill
A chill pervades my mind and soul
I try to find, true narrative or goal
Pale of face, what did he know?
Will he be charged ' for disinfo?
There is chance that's crazy true
When Is silence disinformation?
I'm really thinking to ask of you?
From the beginning
Men have cried for liberty
Songs of justice and freedom
To live unfettered
Able to walk their own path
Ancient songs still sung today
Melodies differ
But messages are the same
Spirituals from the chained
Serfs cried out to kings
Dictators hear the masses
Ancient songs still sung today
Zoran Mamdani and Katie Wilson
I’d deport them if only I could
Get rid of the useless idiots for good
To Cuba, Venezuela or North Korea
places in which they’ll absorb the idea
that socialism is a fool’s paradise
where thrive dictators, penury and mice
Famine Foretold
(Stalin, 1930, 30 million, and Mao Tse Tung 1960, 42 million, et al)
The land is the lord of men who live
Near yellow and lime-green fields,
Who plant it and till it and gladly give
All their toil, for crops it yields.
Dictators forced them to the modern way,
Profaning ancestral farms,
The land did avenge itself one day
With the prophesied, ancient harms.
Like dictators
Monopoly is harmful for the masses
Since it tends to
Increase the market price
Of products and services
More and more
That’s why
The governments should
Encourage new investment
In the sector
The commercial banks
Have a crucial role to play
To stop monopoly
If there is no entrepreneur
Willing to invest in the field
The government should encourage
Foreign investment
To solve the problem
The government is no longer farcical
Most intelligent ones have ceased laughing
Mein Kampf is in the rulebook now
Our new dictators have it down pat
Censor anything they do not believe or advocate
Jail or kill those who protest
Control the media
Target a specific group
Be ruthless in pursuit
Intimidating and bullying; forcing their will on the rest of us
There will soon be goose-stepping in our streets
Dradogorus the fire spitting dragon Guard Dogs of hell
impatiently awaits to raps their tongue, sink their fangs and fling
thieves, adulterers wife beaters and dictators into these bottomless pits.
Here you'll stays and rots into the fiery pulp flowing
down and down these molten rivers of no return.
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Why do we have dictators
MONEY
Why do we have corruption
MONEY
Why do we have crime
MONEY
Why do we have wars
MONEY
Why do we have endangered wildlife
MONEY
Why do we have deforestation
MONEY
Why do we have the rich
MONEY
Why do we have the poor
MONEY
Why do we have the unhealthy
MONEY
Why do we have inequality
MONEY
Why do we have the climate crisis
MONEY
Why do we have money
GREED
To live is to learn
Words spoken without compassion
Only orders dictators I can hear
Sentenced without testimony
My voice never to be heard
These are the memories my memories since childhood
Don't speak unless spoken to
To be someone else just for today
My mother begins to push me on a swing
Loving me her smile begins to say
The days come to pass more easily
I learned to live in a life
I've created the day pretend.
The night grows tight around the tongue,
a hush imposed by iron hands;
the stars seem frightened, one by one,
retreating from the darkened lands.
A single whisper costs a life—
yet still it trembles through the air,
for even in the grip of strife
a human heart cannot forbear.
Abusive powers rise like storms,
their thunder built on stolen breath;
but souls, though beaten out of form,
still bloom—defying even death.
Fight for what is right
and our freedom…
No dictators or magistrates,
just simple democracy, the
spirit of the people…
For freedom is priceless
and nothing quite compares…
We must all fight for the
right to be free, to protect
and keep it, for us our children,
there children and all the
generations to come…
Fight to protect our freedom
to the end, for freedom is
worth a fight…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004
"They should stop kissing babies
and write poetry."
He meant the politicians.
I nodded in agreement.
The idea appealed,
then I thought of all
the bad poetry in the world.
"Art lifts us above the base condition,
it inspires us beyond the personal."
His words seemed plausible,
until I recalled
that Hitler was an artist,
Mao and other dictators
wrote poetry.
I shuddered,
a man is judged by the company he keeps.
I've yet to meet a person
Who likes the world today,
But lots of people do
Or it wouldn't be this way.
We're ruled by a minority
In accordance with democracy,
Voted by majority
Completing this hypocrisy.
The few that run for office
Will promise you the earth,
But once in power they show you
What their promises are worth.
A politicians job
Is to represent the rest,
And to listen to the people
Not do what he thinks best.
Ancient Greeks extracted a dye from shellfish
and purple became each potentate's wish.
For the rare purple matched amethyst rings
a jewel craved by emperors and kings.
Julius Caesar donned purple, not red
and the Roman Senate ordered him dead.
For purple’s worn by kings, not dictators
and Romans who wore purple, were traitors.
(Rhyme)
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A sour scene harasses me
I bite down on bitter words
Rotten souls parading
Wrongfully in heinous herds
Poison pours into streams
The stench violates the air
Choking's heard; muffled screams
The dictators call it fair
Refugees escape some lips
Few stand in brave breaths
Millions safe-kept secrets
More with nothing left
I witness wretched injustices
And carefully clench tight my teeth
My tongue won't make people listen
My hands shall take the lead