Short Globalism Poems
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A nasty, string of wood carvings
Bellowing scripted atrocities
Successfully distracting the masses.
The village idiot has risen to power
Playing the part with inflated lungs of egotism
Against the backdrop of looming globalism.
Greedy, seedy, needy, speedy, targets
Of wasted life in the hot sand.
He tries to build a castle
Only to have it blown away by the dry wind.
Dry wind, the bad breath of evil
The falling of another empire.
Stalin cared nothing for his people
Mao Zedong was likewise
Cruel and brutal tyrants
Who slaughtered millions of their own people.
And now let those who espouse the ideals
Of communism, marxism, socialism and globalism
Learn the truth from the blood soaked landscape
Of the twentieth century
And listen to the haunting cries
Of countless millions who have died...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
3/9/22
THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE,
IS A WORLD OF ILLUSION,
OF MATERIALISM,
AND EXCLUSION.
OUR POLITICIANS ARE SMOOTH TALKERS,
STEERING US TOWARD ULTIMATE GLOBALISM.
RECESSION, REPRESSION, AND AGGRESSION;
OUR CITIES AND TOWNS ARE CHANGING,
NEVER THE SAME AS WE REMEMBER.
LET'S FIGHT FOR A BETTER FUTURE,
AND A BETTER NOW.
WE HAVE BEEN ASLEEP A LONG TIME.
LET US NOW AWAKE,
AND CLAIM OUR STAKE.
BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
APRIL 2015.
His grace returned
Beautiful messenger of one
Delivered beyond
Hidden away
With much to say
When searching to stand
Proved we can
Safely within his land
God expanded beyond our hands
Protected our forever
Like our precious Mother
Dispersion
Excursion
Deeper
A receiver
Through every color
Delivered God honor
Setting the mood
As the world views
Globalism cleared as her crystal prism
Gained through God wisdom
My Lord believes in thee
Our love of spirits are free
Parachutes and pillboxes clamor,
such a colorful rumba of
mood elevators locked in time-
released buffers. They can't wait,
they can't wait for the future,
with stanisodium fluoride
and beta blockers, humming
walls of dazzle in high-def,
explosions and collisions in rich
clarity with those smug ties
and flirty personas. Clearly
those farmers didn't want
freedom enough if they weren't
happy being blown into
confetti in a grand unveiling
of just what globalism means.