Political War Poems

The election is done.
The results have come and gone.
It no longer matters who won.
It's decided, right or wrong.

Those of us, who voted our choice.
Did what...

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The world hasn't gone from bad to worse,
It only seems that way,
No one has been at the privy purse,
It only seems that way,
Politicians are not...

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We do have, a cultural war.
There is no denying, it anymore.
Some say you can't be black, and be a conservative too.
Call me what you want,...

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The ancient times,
Buried the Genesis 
Of today's psyches,
Recycled but deformed,
Stale and stinking- 
Evolutionary idioms?
The visual décor
And the packaging
Of rotten, 
Oh no, The heaven
Ruined with the...

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It is good to know what we resist,
but my best way of knowing
is by self and other showing
what we together
would more health wealthily
assist.

You might assume...

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YangLeft: Those still capable of right thinking,
as our more civil
humane reflections
on bilateral political
and economic investment inflection,
sometimes cooperative
and democratically co-invested,
but usually just BusinessAsUsual
life remains a win/lose...

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Come O Muslim, Come Back to Our God,
The Holy Trinity One Lord, Before late it be,
Come O Muslim, Come back before Damnation do thou see

Can...

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Are the Gemini twins to squabble again,
Will America be divided?
Can Trump trump up a few bad men
To help lead the misguided?

Brother against brother citizen,
As history...

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across country border the hatred games,
played with bullets for political aims,
their history, their culture much the same,
mislead, misinformed their passions aflame!

year after year, generations of...

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tryst of the moon and the stars
         - oh how far
off, when the greed of war
spoils with...

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As my favourite American president,
I believe I would select Ulysses Grant,
Who apparently was not all that competent,
His charisma not notably dominant,
In fact, he had only...

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Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones. 
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?

I...

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Dear,

Dear,

Dear... Whoever this is too.

The collective unconscious, the universal "you".

Anybody who's listening,

I thought, but I never knew.

I Swallow, before I chew,

I'm a swallow who never...

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