Last Commented Patriotism Poems (214)

'Ignorant is Bliss' for whom don't know how to change, what you give is what you get, starting something or starting on someone because you don't like them and barely know them for your selfish entertainment, laughing at other peoples misery or clumsiness yet won't laugh at ourselves for no one wants to hear they're wrong nor see their errors. Greed, selfishness, love, care, hatred etc. these are our programs. Be aware of not just what is in front of you but things and people that's around you, our skin might be different, our language not the same, but we bleed the same colour, we are all humankind in Darwinism,coming from the earth, coming from the sand, yet peace only comes with unity, when differences are erased and we see each other, as one and the same. Creatures of emotions, feeling love and pain, angels and demons, battling God and the Devil, twisted little game.

Using a computer as an analogy for our brain and software as our emotions. Like computers the human brain, personal characters and traits are programmed into us at the developing age of our childhood. So our life experiences governs who we are? Our emotions, which we would have experience numerous amount of times, becomes so natural like memories recalled, picture in our mind. Hence we call it software that have been programmed into our day to day life and when situations arises, these emotions are triggered by touch or by sight, mixing the chemicals in our brain to suit that specific moment, encrypted functions within a software when double clicked, Used when the time is right. So the feeling we feel sometimes hard to control, but why control something that comes naturally? Just be aware and considerate, common decency, that is all. But in today's capitalist world, where greed and corruptions, now booms and thrive, thus Money equals Stability hence equals Happiness but love and loyalty forgotten, the fittest will survive. Over populated with finite resources, poverty in socialist and communist nations, will force you to fight, collectivism will force you to cheat or else you and your family will die. But for the ones who live in Free Market societies, we compete to be better, not for our community but yet for ourselves, back stabbing one another, an individualist insight. Hofstede and Porter, Plato and Schwartz, analysed cross cultural societies but was limited by the technology of their time. Our future holds the answer to why people cheat, lie and criticize, the things or people they don't know, does it gives them pride? Maybe their character is flawed or a mistake of culture, a by product of the changing times? We will never know, for their perspective of the world, their values and norms, their wrong and their right, we will never see the world through their eyes. I have tasted the bitterness of poverty, my mother and I. A single mother in a foreign country escaping war, abuse and poverty.From rag to riches we did survive, hence my programming when I see poverty, inequality, abuse of simple human rights, tears flows from my eyes, for I imagine the hunger and sourness, of past memories experienced, my mother and I. I now understand the difficulty of raising a man in a foreign society of racist and red necks, teasing and calling us names. But how to blame someone who just don't know and refuse to understand, ignore them I guess, pretend they're insane.

Stemming the tide of
evil he walks in glory
and honor follows.

This world has not lost but gained
For one life, a momentum
Of love, equality, justice, and freedom
That lives forever in the hearts of all men
In a village of Quno hails the man
That color blinded the world of our skin
White, black, yellow, green or brown
He made it all look one and the same
For underneath of which does reside
An amassed sense of glory and pride
And it surpasses the wind and clouds
Soaring like an eagle unbound
And the angels sang in unison
HALLELUJAH. ...
For man finally saw and learn
No need to segregate nor separate
But join our hands and hold tight
Commit ourselves to a higher level
Where hatred, injustice, inequality,
Greed, and all forces of inhumanity is repelled
For his name that excelled it all
Is Madiba-Nelson Rohololo Mandela
A man crowned with honor, to stay calm
And stayed true to what he believed in
Fought with patience and discipline
Even amazingly, 27 years in prison
He embodied remarkable perseverance
Never succumbed to anger or violence
Instead, calmness and rivers of patience
And so the world experienced
This formidable lesson and convictions
Of forgiveness and reconciliation
From a man whose value for independence
Is second to none.

And so the battle is not only won
But that the world's ignorance is expunged
And humanity is forever changed.

Forward love, passion and freedom.

Amen. In our hearts and our minds
He lives, never to be forgotten.

For even our children's children's
And billions more to come
Will reap this astronomical benefits
The destiny of living in peace
regardless of color, regardless of origin
We are one and the same.

EQUAL AND FREE.

Lost yet again
on your quest for peace
but undaunted as you unleash
your strength into the wind
and although the shadow
seems to mask your fear
caged in the stillness of the night
your dream is holding you up high
even in the threshold of defeat
and as you tread the ways
of redemption
your undiminished hope
hanging on your shoulder
has escaped from your thoughts
just for tonight, yes
at this moment
you just want to be a kid
innocent and playful
enjoy the touch of your feet
running down, jumping
upon this empty lustrous field
don't want to do anything
just lie down and enjoy the peace
of being alone,
thinking and remembering
those innocent hugs
and kisses, still seeking
thinking what might have been
had you stayed as she wanted
but it was never your choice
as you were called and be obliged
to be on the front line
and when the sun comes up
those thoughts will yet again
be neatly tucked away
hoping that once in a while
she remembers you...if only
she knows, you want to live
because of her...go home
alive and whole..

if only she knows.

may you rest in peace, man of great purpose
you gathered all the stones of hatred
and piled them away, far away
where no one can throw it no more
with your unwavering strength and drive
you thwarted all the injustices of the world
gone wild..very few dared done before
your hopes, dreams, and aspirations
bigger than life and the world itself
even in the face of death you never gave up
nor retreated...instead...
you withstood all the winds of anger and hatred
and made humanity a beneficiary for
love, equality and forgiveness
your resilience and direction unbroken
your passion for justice and freedom unbent
Madiba, Mandela, you are an epitome of greatness
this world has ever known, may your light shines
bright forever in the hearts and minds of all men

You will never be forgotten.

Private Gant looks at his watch,
And makes a quick calculation.
He reckons his little son Mason
Will soon be up,and running down to the tree
To open his presents, from Santie.
Yeah,he sighs,its another year,that he wont be around to share
In all the joy,and the festive fair.
He shakes his head, and adjusts the rifle on his shoulder
As he ponders the life of a serving soldier...
Stuck in some God forsaken land
In which rival factions fight for command
Caught in the middle
Dodging the bombs and the missiles
Both peacekeeper and referee
In a war you don't understand
And for what?
And for whom?
Nobody cares,
Nobody gives a damn.
Right now, he feels its all a sham...
Theyre just pawns on this political chessboard
And right now,Gant doesn't want to play anymore
God,he so wanted to be home this Christmas
With his little boy and Mrs
But due to tensions,
That might need military interventions
No leave was permitted.

As he patrols the perimeter fence
He looks across no mans land
All looking peaceful now
With Christmas at hand.
And for a moment his mind goes back...
To the Christmases of old
When he was a child,
His life just beginning to unfold
And how all he ever wanted as a present
Was a rifle,like his Daddys...
And one that could shoot corks
Would be just right for a little soldier laddie.
He thinks of the old man now,
And how he had never really got to know him
Before he was cut down in a distant land
And its only now lately he has begun to realise...
To analyse...
The senseless waste,the terrible loss...
More cannon fodder for the political bosses
In yet another sham,
And boy,did he miss that man.
But he also remembers how he couldn't wait to enlist
At seventeen,and carry on the battle too...
Guess at the time,it was all he knew.
Gant grins to himself,
As he unslings his weapon and checks the magazine
With an ironic expression
Well Happy Christmas man,..He jeers
I guess you've got your present for this year.

He knew little Mason had wanted
Something similar this time
He remembered him mentioning
An AK47 or an M16 carbine.
But this year there would be no toy guns
For his son.
He wanted to set Mason on a different path
And not the death or glory one that
His father had planted in him
As a young boy.
Oh no...it was time to break with that family tradition
Of seek and destroy.

Nearing the end of the peremeter
He thinks of his wife Yvette
As he reaches into his tunic for a cigarette
He knows it is against orders,but
He is in no mood to worry about that tonight
Of all nights.
Yes, he remembers how they had discussed
The future when his term of service ends
In the New Year.
Man,he thought,he would sure make it up to that woman
For all the times he hadnt been near
Gant strikes a match and as he lights up
He looks to the sky and curses
More God damned rain
As the sniper takes careful aim.

Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes
to make up for the torrid
love affair of morning and night
of a dream that seems to dwell
on all your sorrows
on a life you wish you had
up until now.


Your child that has yet to be born
on a future of uncertainties
you built your strength
on their hopes that their years
will count for generations
unlike you..
it has to end right here
among the shadows of
torment and hopelessness
in a foreign land
where you haven't even have a clue
on how they spell, write and say
"i love you".


But you knew, as you were
facing the front lines
of whose sides you would stand on
their truth or yours, like
it makes a difference
knowing it will be right...
this war that divides
whose supposed to have
the truth of who's wrong and who
is more deserving to be right,
but...


Did you know?
those whose lives, ransomed
for freedom to make you a hero?
felt the same sentiments and hopes?
the same aspirations and ambitions?
same pains and sorrows
and like all of us,
they, too, have a heart,
have a soul that is pierced
by the bullet of hatred
we sustained believing
that their death is our
prize for freedom.


Is it?

Fast that you may know
how hunger transforms you
Sleep on pavements, experience
no roof nor for your butt a soft bed
Turn off taps, shower not!
Feel what's like having
no water to drink or wash!
Maybe you'll understand!

When calamity strikes...
life ain't gonna stop
and us, the unaffected
as usual, carry on,
drop a coin,
with life, move on

My only wish, to consider
for a moment, let's stop!
feel their pain, their grief
respect how they're suffering
the departed and survivors
both victims!...

On social media pages
give a bit of space
a chance for the world
to hear, feel, digest
respect for the unfortunate
deal with the aftermath
of this haunting catastrophe

wear their shoes...will you?
Fast that you may know
how it feels like
tummy grumbling
for having none to eat
Even just a day,
will help you understand
what they're going through

sleep on your floor or
better on your lawn
that you may experience
no roof over your head
or a soft bed for your butt
Even a few hours will help
you understand
what they're going through

Turn off your tap
And shower not!
That you may feel
what's like
to have no water
to drink or wash!
Even just a day will leave
your throats all dried up!

just for a wee moment
would be nice, not to flaunt!
expensive cars, branded items
made up faces, sexy dresses
awesome holidays and cruises
tone down the brightness of
your gems, stones, jewelries!

Nor do they want to see or watch
what sumptous dinner you got tonight
or your gourmet cup of coffee, tea
from the posh cafe you so love
That killer slice of
dark chocolate mudcake or white
Just keep that out of sight
just for a very short wee while!

Take your snap shots
just the same
All I'm asking...will you hold
for the right moment
before you plaster, post them!
On your colourful,
popular social media wall!

let's hold hands and give
the thousands of victims
a chance to be seen,
a moment to be heard
opportunity to be aided
right to be acknowledged!
and may be a tad relieved?

We all expect countries,
organisations to give
to help, to rebuild
But how soon we forget
Giving starts from within
right here, right now, their plight
by simply respecting!

For a moment let's not be selfish,
Can we help others have a grasp;
FLAUNT NOT yours but theirs
Victims' faces and ordeals
Words that empowers, inspires!
And your Acts of random kindness!