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Michael Sams Poem
the drums of conflict are pounding across the land
we are drawn to statues that were once ignored
could it be statues vs statutes?
history can be destroyed
where do we stop?
is it a larger plan for change?
will we be changed?
how can an idea be stopped?
mob rule only enrages
it will not end?
on what side will i land?
destroy the past ,destroy the future
if we do not remember,history will be repeated
nothing is new under the sun
we must keep the past alive
a warning not to repeat
a lesson on what is our GOD given rights
a more perfect union can not be recreated
where do you stand?
Copyright © Michael Sams | Year Posted 2017
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Michael Sams Poem
the 60's and 70's
a blur of confusion
death was always near
the end of the quiet
the start of the loud
assassinations!
spit on the soldiers
riots in the streets
nothing has changed
except now the overly pampered
protest over nothing
Copyright © Michael Sams | Year Posted 2017
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Michael Sams Poem
the times of change were in my youth
vibrant protest against a challenge seen by many as real
songs of protest
the summer of love
ignored how stalin changed history
the seeds of anarchy were planted
the solar eclipse has blocked out not only the sun
but the soul of history
no need to overcome misfortune
if we disagree, eliminate the source
ignore how stalin changed history
now i try to see the past
but only through allowed revision
if it is gone, no one will know
change the past, change the future
stalin would be proud
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Michael Sams Poem
tradition has ended,poop has won
why do as we have always done?
new generations,new polemics
old ways pass without reflection
why do as we have always done?
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
old ways pass without reflection
the end is near,the end is near
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
baseball as america's game has gone awry
millionaires play without intensity
politicians no longer serve the greater good
they play to focus groups,and become millionaires
who cares about the middle
the low and the high are all that matters
the middle will not hold
personal responsibility has gone awry
the birth place of free speech has gone awry
shouting and insults is the new debate
the end is near,the end is near
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Michael Sams Poem
time passes as a river
always in a state of change
what once was important
now pales to every day life
i want to escape the boundaries of time
i am confused by my misunderstanding
of time
Copyright © Michael Sams | Year Posted 2018
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Michael Sams Poem
Mitigate to stagnate
What have we become
Fear for fear's sake
Are we protected in our cocoon
We are isolated
Do we hear the voices of the dead
Do we mourn in isolation
All die alone
No loved ones near
Just sterile isolation
The cry of the soul is blocked by the hum of machines
What have we become
What have we lost
Curves and daily numbers of the dead
No humanity
Faceless in isolation
Just a number for the daily briefing
Copyright © Michael Sams | Year Posted 2020
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