Eyes didn't organize
The tent drop
Code violation
Ten days an hour, so what week
Use on the monthly?
We not gonna speak
Lost voices in bravado money, can't reach
Such is that meaning why?
Answer four times a second
Birth control that
Building code violation
All over California
Hop
Y'all crawled hip?
Pay my rent
In the darkness, a voice cries out,
a shattering scream in the midnight hour.
Trust turned to ash, shattered and raw,
beneath the weight of an unwanted power.
Hands that should heal become claws that tear,
and silence grows louder in the air.
A soul splintered, seeking the dawn—
to rise again, though battered and worn.
The president is charged and convicted
Corrupt senators are handcuffed
Greedy congressmen are imprisoned
Prostitution is doomed and prohibited
And the constitution is amended.
The Justice department is doing its job
There will be more details
After the morning chronicles
This is clean up time, all the morons
Are locked up. It is the end.
It's the end of corruption
The streets are clean like the host
There is no more prostitution
The people are elated. Life is beautiful
All the corrupt are in prison.
Long live Our Darling Country!
Long live the impoverished
Betrayed, insulted, humiliated
Pilled and suffocated Mother Land!
P.S. We are obligated to tell the TRUTH.
Copyright © March 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Look but don’t touch I’ll lose control;
My heart cannot violate parole.
He died Today
I've been praying for so long
Days and weeks, months and years
At last he died
I run, I jump, I shout, I Scream
Today I celebrate my freedom,
Freedom from bondage and pain
Friend or foe? I am not sure
Whatever am I to call him
But today I don't care
I am here to bury him
Come one, come all
Let's gather here today
Because here in lies his remains
The remains of Rascism
The most serious violation of Human rights
Why did he tend to Judge me?
Was it because of my race?
Oh wait, was it my face?
Or that I came from a different place?
Oh maybe it was my gender
That was a total offender
Discrimination is wrong
So today it should be gone
Heed to the calls of the Human Rights commission
Let it be a mission
Live as a United Nation
Rascism and Hate Speech,
Dicrimination and Xenophobia
Intolerance and tribilism
Let's bury all Today
Goodbye Rascism, bury deep
I say this without a weep
Border reopens
After a long long time
A tremendous flow of cars and people
Crossing the border
As though limitless
No more barriers
No more restrictions
No more ban
That doesn't mean you're totally free
As an invisible barrier does exist
We refuse violation of SOP
We refuse violation of laws
We refuse wars and terrorists
We lift the ban only for the people
But never the virus
Or the crimes
All men on earth experience problems.
The sources of their heavy load
are the hardship, illnesses,
troubles, and tragedies.
In this world it's true
that humans can't
avoid the
pain in
life.
:::::::::::::::::::::: VIOLATION
All dreams were shattered
why would she do this to us
I can not let go
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Yes, looking deep and looking back at Mama.
She was far from a saint.
It was a hard taught lesson from a bitter woman.
Violation of my spirit
I sit in stale urine, cold and hungry
Oh, why do they hate me
Love should have made me.
Although I try not to whimper,
Thirst gets to me. I hold out my hand
I would love a hug not another smack.
Oh, what did I do wrong, why does
No one care.
I used pic no. 5
Penned 26 August 2015
A child is conceived in the womb of its mother,
where it will be nourished, where it will grow;
a place of warmth and safety.
Life begins at conception.
But not all babies are wanted and they cry from the womb:
"I am alive! I want to live! Please, let me live!"
But their cry is not heard, their pleas ignored.
They are murdered in the womb,
a place of warmth and safety.'
8/20/15
For Olive Eloisa Guillermo's "Knock Us Down With Your Lines" contest
on human rights violations.
We had a secret place, Marie and I,
a slabwood shack with a narrow door
and a hole in the roof where the rain came in,
the eaves unfinished where swallows built their nests.
There was just one seat inside,
a long and narrow seat
boarded over, nailed there,
both chair and table for little girl picnics.
Behind the shack, a splashing brook
carried our boats in water finger-deep;
beyond the brook and ancient trees,
a corn field marched to infinity.
"Where do you go?" my brother asked,
but we would never tell--until one day
he followed us, sneaking catlike through the corn,
trailing the trickle of our voices.
He told on us at supper time
and everybody laughed
and said we had played in a privy.
Marie touched my hand behind the chairs;
we felt the tears we dare not shed,
and knew that beyond the corn and through the woods
we'd find another secret place.
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