Poems About Politics Seeking Friendly Advice
#politics
Poems about politics seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Rwanda Policy
dont dare
seek asylum
migrating
over water
will deliver you
as a criminal
escaping persecution
no excuse
nothing beneficial
coming here
we care little
for your plight
stifling freedom
is our stance
forget coherent
truth
after marching
thesevdangerous paths
find shutters up
and not wrlcome signs
cold indifference
creates better barriers
open hatred disguised
under law
twenty first century nazis
thriving within government
...
seek asylum
migrating
over water
will deliver you
as a criminal
escaping persecution
no excuse
nothing beneficial
coming here
we care little
for your plight
stifling freedom
is our stance
forget coherent
truth
after marching
thesevdangerous paths
find shutters up
and not wrlcome signs
cold indifference
creates better barriers
open hatred disguised
under law
twenty first century nazis
thriving within government
...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#politics
#racism
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To see love win
I cannot change the system from within,
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
#oppression
#politics
#religion
#rebellion
#NaPoWriMo2024
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8 Comments
Bullshit
Why is fake news?
Called fake news?
In the good ole' days
'We' used a more direct approach
It was simply called bullshit
And was oft used as a pronoun
Normally associated with certain individuals
Known for speaking untruths, aka lies
Such as 'bullshit Bob' etc
I did know someone
Who called themselves bullshit Dave
Or whatever his name was
But i kind of respected him for that
For his honesty
About his dishonesty
But then again
Maybe he was bullshitting
About being a bullshitter
Nice...
Called fake news?
In the good ole' days
'We' used a more direct approach
It was simply called bullshit
And was oft used as a pronoun
Normally associated with certain individuals
Known for speaking untruths, aka lies
Such as 'bullshit Bob' etc
I did know someone
Who called themselves bullshit Dave
Or whatever his name was
But i kind of respected him for that
For his honesty
About his dishonesty
But then again
Maybe he was bullshitting
About being a bullshitter
Nice...
#politics
#LifeStruggles
#honesty #deception
#honesty #deception
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The Giggle
The Giggle
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
#politics
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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The King Will...

#politics
#peace
#sexy #seductive
#sexy #seductive
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5 Comments
Pollutant Mutants
The worlds' leaders' ego's
So, so big
They forget the importance
Of the quality of human life
And respect
For the planet that feeds us
A suffering of neglect
Power hungry
Genocidal lunatics
Are disconnected from humanity
But not from their vanity
They are the pollution
The poison
The pollutant mutants
Their power
Ever dour
by Jemia
So, so big
They forget the importance
Of the quality of human life
And respect
For the planet that feeds us
A suffering of neglect
Power hungry
Genocidal lunatics
Are disconnected from humanity
But not from their vanity
They are the pollution
The poison
The pollutant mutants
Their power
Ever dour
by Jemia
#corruption
#politics
#fate
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Floaters
Floating voters
Currently blocking
The sewage overflow
That lead
Through the middle of
The Houses
(of Parliament)
Where most of the shit
Resides
by Jemia
Currently blocking
The sewage overflow
That lead
Through the middle of
The Houses
(of Parliament)
Where most of the shit
Resides
by Jemia
#politics
#pollution
#satirical
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Regurgitated
Childhood dreams assassinated.
Relationships are overrated.
A deep depression reinstated.
The lone and angry man frustrated.
Often has he contemplated.
How it got so complicated.
Too young to be emancipated,
thrown away and medicated.
Angry cells regenerated.
Ensuing anarchy elated.
The audience is captivated,
by the men decapitated.
Fervently infactuated.
A war machine incapsulated
within the mind initiated.
We’re left to be annihilated.
Relationships are overrated.
A deep depression reinstated.
The lone and angry man frustrated.
Often has he contemplated.
How it got so complicated.
Too young to be emancipated,
thrown away and medicated.
Angry cells regenerated.
Ensuing anarchy elated.
The audience is captivated,
by the men decapitated.
Fervently infactuated.
A war machine incapsulated
within the mind initiated.
We’re left to be annihilated.
#depression
#politics
#war #fear
#war #fear
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The Proud Politician
he stands in the halls of power
standing tall and proud
he is a shining star
a champion for the people
his smile looks sincere
his gestures are compassionate
a beacon of hope for the future
but all are pretentiously deceptive
a charmer who kisses babies
kiss the hands of the elderly
shed tears when someone dies
is it the loss of votes you regret
he soothes the masses
with his smooth voice
promises to cure all ills
and to build cities of utopia
pretentious politician quit...
standing tall and proud
he is a shining star
a champion for the people
his smile looks sincere
his gestures are compassionate
a beacon of hope for the future
but all are pretentiously deceptive
a charmer who kisses babies
kiss the hands of the elderly
shed tears when someone dies
is it the loss of votes you regret
he soothes the masses
with his smooth voice
promises to cure all ills
and to build cities of utopia
pretentious politician quit...
#politics
#greed
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Boris
Basketball player extraordinnaire
With the most uncontrollable hair
Became a zip wire butterfly
With a flag on each wing
Was a relief he didn't sing
phwa! phwa! phwa!
It was soon to be unfurled
His curious fascination with Peppa Pig World
A hobby of making buses, out of old wooden crates
And a handshake with a diplomat for nearly two minutes
The look on her face, it seemed like it was infinite
Phwa! phwa! phwa!
A Japanese kid challenged Boris in a Rugby game
Boris charged through him, left the kid nearly lame ...
With the most uncontrollable hair
Became a zip wire butterfly
With a flag on each wing
Was a relief he didn't sing
phwa! phwa! phwa!
It was soon to be unfurled
His curious fascination with Peppa Pig World
A hobby of making buses, out of old wooden crates
And a handshake with a diplomat for nearly two minutes
The look on her face, it seemed like it was infinite
Phwa! phwa! phwa!
A Japanese kid challenged Boris in a Rugby game
Boris charged through him, left the kid nearly lame ...
#politics
#satirical
#funny
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0 Comments
Song of Joy
The organ blasts such great big wind-blown notes
out into the the Sabbath's morning air
bringing a lump to lazy laggards throats
disturbing our Sunday slumbers there.
I can hear a bass-baritone voice, voice
words of joy ''... help the weak and curb the strong...'
'tis such a huge thundering hopefilled noise
to a rapidly gathering throng.
Then all the bells of all the steeples ring
out in ringing appeals in this refrain,
''... build the road of peace before us...'' and sing
your songs of joy in peace, again.
out into the the Sabbath's morning air
bringing a lump to lazy laggards throats
disturbing our Sunday slumbers there.
I can hear a bass-baritone voice, voice
words of joy ''... help the weak and curb the strong...'
'tis such a huge thundering hopefilled noise
to a rapidly gathering throng.
Then all the bells of all the steeples ring
out in ringing appeals in this refrain,
''... build the road of peace before us...'' and sing
your songs of joy in peace, again.
#politics
#rhyming
#historical
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broken roads
BROKEN ROADS
The matrix of lies
may yet be real
There maybe a King
in waiting
or yet another betrayal
The few that demand
always seem to win
they lost their souls
to gain the whole world
long ago
We wait for the smell of decay
on the airwaves and the streets
the gossip of news
keeps the kindling burning
Which one has any truth
in this plan of deception?
The famous and the unseen
now allies in the destruction
The prophets keep saying
not to give up...
The matrix of lies
may yet be real
There maybe a King
in waiting
or yet another betrayal
The few that demand
always seem to win
they lost their souls
to gain the whole world
long ago
We wait for the smell of decay
on the airwaves and the streets
the gossip of news
keeps the kindling burning
Which one has any truth
in this plan of deception?
The famous and the unseen
now allies in the destruction
The prophets keep saying
not to give up...
#corruption
#politics
#LifeStruggles #greed
#LifeStruggles #greed
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