Short Opportunists Poems
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What is mistaken so is
dire self-aggrandizement
by ambitious fellows
re-baptized by citizens
hijacked by opportunists
as true love for a nation
It is a nickname, a vanity
These are prostitutes or obedient opportunists.
Half of the world’s so called ‘scientists,’
who work for the military, part-time at least,
and many more for profits within industries,
that pollute, poison, and destroy the environment irreversibly.
These are not scientists.
These are prostitutes or obedient opportunists.
I said, "They're opportunists"
when just a few accused,
but soon a throng of sixty-plus
cried out, "We've been abused!"
His reputation's gone to pot.
Cliff Huxtable--he's not.
29 words written for the Fallen in 25-30 Words Poetry Contest
Bill Cosby played Dr. Cliff Huxtable on "The Cosby Show" (1984-92).
Janice Canerdy December 1, 2015
Opportunists stroll the Earth forgetting where they're from
Underneath our magic moon and all below our sun
Killing time and what a crime to only go the distance
Relinquishing, diminishing spiritual existence
Yes our body is a vessel to carry us along
For we have not made the ultimate sacredness beyond
Skin, Flesh and Bones beginning with a breath
Will not save a human heart from the course of death.
They get a group of scientists and ask them to work on flying machines.
They give them flying machines and they use them to bomb cities,
so how can scientists be scientific if they have allegiance to their country,
instead of pledging allegiance to the earth managing resources intelligently.
This would be true scientists to me.
Scientists in the military are not true scientists.
They are prostitutes or greedy opportunists.
I love the sea,
the sea of my ancestors
the guardians are everyone
not alone the sea gypsies
with the warriors they protect
they are amphibians
who will fight.
I am sick of the opportunists
loving my sea is not about race
it is about my pride and heritage
no one else will gonna love as I do
except those are truthfully true
from the blood of martyrs
they were born to set you free.
To you, my beloved Sulu Sea!
I love you, peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
In Africa it is drug resistant
it is a disease infecting minds
minds of opportunists it targets
but I know only its nick- name
If you treat it with law-drugs
the will-drug you inject in veins
you try antibiotic treatment tabs
it hides and sleeps in blood cells
Opportunists desire to fall sick
but the people yell and kick dust
the more they search for the cure
the greater the frustration and pain
What can Africans do but look on,
as the epidemic resists medicines?