Subsidies Poems | Examples

Dinner Bell

The sun will shine, 
The moon will rise. 
The nights will always glimmer.
The birds will fly, 
The bugs will glide, 
The people will hide for winter.
Everyday subsidies, 
Everyday I survived, 
I still don’t feel like a winner.  
All the plates will be shined, 
All the guests get invites, 
But I’ll still eat alone for dinner. 
Stew away every night, 
Everyday is a fight, 
My emotional pot sits to simmer. 
Simply, 
Everyday. 
Simply, 
Everyday I have this dinner.

American Word Games

They call it social welfare
when it is for the poor 
To help the ones who have grown old 
or sick and have no cure 

They scream they don’t want taxes 
and the richest scream the most 
But it is just a game of words 
they spread from coast to coast 

If it is for free lunches 
for children in our schools 
the rich say it is welfare and 
they should seek-out other tools 

But when the rich seek money 
they found the perfect way 
They change the word to subsidy 
that is the game they play 

They pay their corporate lawyers 
to fill out all the forms 
Eliminate their taxes 
and continue corporate norms 

They use the people’s taxes 
to make their projects thrive 
The subsidies from Uncle Sam 
keep billionaires alive

RICEPUBLIC

Tell them we are working hard
They will soon afford to buy rice
Show them our graphic evidence
Of rice pyramids. We are self-sufficient.

When they complain of hardship
Give them rice!

When there is rising unemployment
Add some more rice, I say
There's plenty of cassava too to eat.

If they plan to protest
And the workers want to strike
Pacify them with mudus of rice, right away
I know my people, they will shelve it.

All subsidies are gone forever
Taxes all around have come to stay
And when those rabble begin to grumble
Let the Custom open their stores
Of foreign rice to them. It tastes good!

My people are understanding 
I have instructed them to tighten their belts
But if they questioned my extravagance
Give them state-sponsored rice
Sold at a subsidized rate.
Let them know we are truly empathic.

Not our fault about climate change
God knows why! We inherited banditry 
Herders-farmers' clash, from our predecessors
But be assured when disaster strikes
Our response shall be swift
To distribute rice in camps of the IDPs!

The Renewed Hope Agenda

Government voodoo policies
that fan the fangs of poverty
to forecast economic growth 
Are yet unimaginable

Like one should go to hell to burn
And be there to dream of heaven
Is the government renewed hope
For its citizens doomed to hades

Citizens in misery lament
For a government of change
To bring that change that could not change
Their ill economic fortune

And in feigned triumphal entry
to aso ville, the rulers
Always hatched  policies
Against overburdened citizens

Rather than expand production
reduce cost of goods and service
They ban subsidies, increase tax
Devalue the poor currency

Only to bask in extravagance
Against the rising tide of debt
And austerity drowning in
The masses in vanishing hope!

The Pond In Sight

Rural people
 self-reliant
vote red white and blue

City dwellers
vote dependent
 subsidies anew

People with space
are free to think
harbingers of truth

Leading the way
the pond in sight
— where sits the Golden Goose

(The New Room: July, 2024)

Business and Politics

A hard headed businessman or woman,
Will always find politics hard.
Even with a wallet that is fat,
Without his or her chain of command,
Unless he or she is used to wearing more than one hat,
Unless he or she understands that someone always needs a free ride,
Unless he or she understands that subsidies will always have a place.
And that the right words can buy votes when money can't.

A Salt Poem

He was a salty old guy, a farmer for years.
He had a tractor, a trailer, a cow with big ears.
His wife was the salt of the earth, a woman with thighs.
That could crush a combine; they had their lows and their highs.

There was salt on the table; on the popcorn too.
Which they had nightly, watching TV in the dark, a blue hue.
They rose rather early, five o’clock was too late.
Four o’clock was much better for the cow’s full teat state.

They produced corn in their field every other year or two.
Got government subsidies some years to not do what they do.
He was a salty old guy with a family farm he’d inherited.
His wife was one of those red-headed girls down from village of Merrited.

They had six sons and four daughters, for it was the forties you see.
When the dustbowl was happening, and there was scarcity.
On their table they always had potatoes, meat and corn with salt.
Once or twice a year they’d take the kids into town for a chocolate malt.

The kids all wanted to grow up and be farmers too. 
Some did of course, but there was only enough land for a few.
Some became teachers, and some became other stuff.
But salt was a staple for all of them, sure enough.

Musical Shed

By day the quarrymen

The music band understand
6 long month's they must wait
till their next recording session

They won't play the ashes all summer
In the winter garden 
With the shed at the bottom
Until the snow subsidies again

So pack away the grand piano
Bass drum 
Guitars
And clarinet

Time to reflect
And begin writing
A new album
New song's for a new dawn

Once the shed is brought to life again
Music rising from the rafters
Instruments in backbeat unison

Singing and playing
We haven't seen the ashes all summer
The musical shed is back in business

Back to Liverpool again
The home of working class
Musical theater

2 B Loved Hate Myself In the Morning Doing the Walk of Shame

2 Be,

Is not be loved

In state of bare undressed

Neither is a cuddle

Nor soiled underwear opon bedroom flooring

After sexual contact after the fact

If all that's left is circumspect

Just luke warm hot release subsidies ever so quickly

Needed to be mopped up

Following by the walk of shame

Then what's the point

Of going through all that will

In the end 

Will only make 1 hate oneself

Sundown Moonrise Summer Heat

warm, warm and sunny
a scorching temperature snaps
whilst waiting for
~
the auburn sunset
the blazing heat subsidies now
sun has settled now
~
so close it is wow
I see the moon rising now
evening here's sunset

5/13/19

Midnight Musician

He came playing an accordion loud
Its sweet music that no ear ever heard!
By the melodies he woke up everyone
Asking each man and woman to dance

In reality the musician had his tricks
Music was an allure to death of rights
Those who sang and danced with him
Lost all their lives and property rights 

Beautiful ladies escaped into his heart
Young men became hired guitar players
Subsidies from talents display looted
And whole village lay in ruins of poverty

Listen; there he is, the midnight visitor
His music not for joy; for sorrow it is

When Love Dies

When love dies
And the record turn's 
Into senseless scratching
And the needle matches
The scar's on your heart
Know that this
Like the grooves on the record
The heart won't settle
Till the music dies
And the scratching subsidies

Greetings For a New Year

Greetings For A New Year

As 2016 midnight draws near, let's give resounding cheers...
For Happy New Year greetings for 2017 are here...
This outgoing year has been a horrible year for Malaysians...
For the many insufferable and nasty developments through the year...

Removal of subsidies has knuckled down many a family...
The introduction of GST of 6% service tax  was a rude awakening...
Consumer prices shot up overnight, families struggled alright....
The local ringgit spirals downwards, its value diminishing overnight.......

Now the new year beckons, we hope for the best and feel upbeat...
Even as we worry what lies ahead, nevertheless we cheer for a new year...
News is out that there is price increases for petrol and diesel in general...
And massive Chinafication will commence once the year begins..

Yes, 1MDB saga will definitely hog the main news yet again...
As the hand of global justice, best  seen in Singapore, closes in...
We are Malaysians, still upbeat about what the new year will bring....
Glad tidings and unbridled happiness when 1MDB criminals are brought  in...

In Bolehland where exists infinite possibilities, Happy New Year everybody....!

The World Is Run By Tyrants

The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities 
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties

People are coming together realising where it went wrong
United in solidarity is what'll make the people strong
We need to keep up the momentum and push for fairer times
And stop the evil Tories committing heinous crimes

Because under the current Tory rule it's caused a lot of pain
Theresa May and Hammond I look down on in distain
Giving tax breaks and subsidies to their Etonian chums
While offering the poor and vulnerable only loose change and crumbs

So why do we accept homelessness and foodbanks today
While the rich quaff shampers on luxury yacht's far away
Because under the current system it only benefits a few
So people need to suffer and that includes me and you

The world is run by tyrants who don't really care
Like the Cameron's the Clinton's the Bush's and especially Tory Blair
These warmongers ruin lives and destroy communities 
And they all should spend life in prison doing toilet duties

No Silent Night

There were no wise men come to see
No king to charge a death decree
No guiding light
No silent night 
No precious gifts or subsidies

There was some help, an old sawbones
A nice warm bed away from home
No family friends 
Just next of kin
Good news went out by telephone

A Leo child not Capricorn
No world to save when I was born
Rejoice with joy
New baby boy
In mother's arms all safe and warm

Today's the day my mom gave birth
The day she put me on this earth
To do my best
Accept no less
To walk upright and have some worth



    8/13/2016
    DOB 8/13/57

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