Newest Political / Social Poems (810)

The world is a very sad place at times to be,
many do not know of such hunger and sadness,
people do not want to be rich but just fed and free,
troubled areas in the world such madness,

Sudan a place I went back in eighty five,
working for Save the Children Fund as a coordinator,
seen so many skeletons walking or crawling alive,
images never forgotten in dreams they come much later,

When body bags have all gone,
placing lifeless children in plastic bags,
the stark darkness within sunlight they shone,
hands a shaking placing those tags,

That terrible smell of human stench,
old and young huddled together,
made your stomach really wrench,
images that remain with you forever,

looking down at that brown face and soft curls,
seeing the way they died malnutrition,
never again to feel another touch unfurled,
this is fact not dreams or superstition,

Nearly thirty years on and its still the same,
man made wars and natural disasters,
when will this world learn living life is not a game,
images of death still flash around from newscasters,

Austerity measures and how it ranks,
priveleged politicians with food a plenty,
so many now going to the food banks,
is this what my generation worked for, to be so empty,

My Fathers father fought in the last war,
wounded and his very life near spent,
worked and died before his pension he saw,
austerity measures is now this intent,

Now the idea of paying more in so you gain,
sliding scale of state pension due,
how many will make the score in the 68, 70, 75 game,
in proportion to population so very few,

How blind are we to be,
this distortion to the working class,
only the rich will ever see,
politicians and governments go kiss my a**.

Slide a rock down the ice
Don't those curling ladies look nice
Russians, Americans, Danish, Chinese, and English too
Turning their hand as they follow through
One has rocks of red
One has rocks of yellow
Kind of neat the Chinese were the yellow fellows
The Americans had red rocks as it matched our flag
Too bad their throws had to lag
They didn't slide and curl as good as the rest
Seems the east is better than the west
Eight rocks each to slide and bump
So far I have seen no one fall on their rump

The Eagle Will Fly

Growing up since I was a young boy my Grandpa said to me,
To live my life with honor and always have integrity,
Cause one day a call may come for me to join the fight,
To defend our Constitution, for me to keep that well in sight,

They say our Constitution is outdated and so old,
All around this here nation, that’s the stories being told,
If my Grandpa was here today, he would laugh, and say that’s just all lies,
He would tell me to look at him, to look him in the eyes,

He would say to me, my boy, there’s a story I must tell,
World War Two is where I stood my ground, where others died and fell,
There was only one reason, why I would want to stand and fight,
to defend my countries honor till the dawn’s early light,

To defend the people of this land of their God given rights,
To stop the evil fiends that has power in their sights,
Don’t worry what people say to you, and the lies they have bought,
You will be honored in the end, after the good fight will be fought,

I sit here and ponder these words I believe he would have said to me,
He would be proud I lived my life with honor and integrity,
I’ll keep on talking about what people cannot see,
Even, if they keep saying its crazy and all a conspiracy.

What will it take for everyone to finally come together?
Will it take their eyes to watch that single falling feather?
That feather belongs to a symbol that represents us all,
Wondering what that feather means it’s the beginning of the call,

That symbol is perched watching silent and patiently,
Staring down at the power being wielded with impunity,
Waiting for that little spark, when everyone starts asking why?
We will start our fight for FREEDOM, when the Eagle begins to fly….

I watched the opening ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics at Sochi
The red ring failed to open up into a ring
The colors of the rings as well as the white background
Can be found on all the flags of the world
This is our first time competing in Russia
We boycotted the games played in 1980
The colors of the rings are blue, black, and red on top
With yellow and green on the bottom
I like the winter olympics better than the summer Olympics
My favorite is the ski jump
I also like the bobsled, luge, speed skating(short track)
Curling, freestyle skiing, and snowboarding
I like to watch hockey live as I do watch the Dubuque Fighting Saints
But like baseball, it just doesn't appeal to me to watch it on tv
Norway has the most winter Olympic medals with 303
The United States of America has the second most with 253
Austria takes third place with 201
The work involved to be an Olympian is tremendous
I think just to represent your country is a huge accomplishment
I wish them all much success and safety
As some of the events can be very dangerous
Luge and ski jumping come to mind
The safest would have to be curling
I would like to try that one some day
Ski jumping
Forget it!

Together it’s
Apparent
We all see
What we get
There all along
No hidden doors
Or secret agendas
Insider trading
Kickbacks
Bribes
Corruption
Politics
Not clouding
Or blurring
Light
Vision
Truth
Promise
Prosperity
God Bless
Nothing

Bustled Boys in dressed suits,
Swanky cars on the loose,
All houses big not small,
Are they the ones who play ball?
Standing watch them make a speech,
To everyone they speak,
Promises made without thought,
Are we the ones that lost,
They seem to list it down,
Who are what plays the clown?
Just one thing I would like to know,
Were in hell does it go,
Bustling boys playing games,
Quick to talk, all the same.

strange the world looks like a globe he turning turning arround my head. when he go stop i want see all colors of the Rainbow peace full in my head people turning arround like freaks searching for what they maybe never will find i see clowns freaks ghost all kind off stuff in my mind ohh lets stop this crazy idiot things out my mind

An englishman with stiff upper lip,
supposedly full of grace and mannners,
proud of stance but not too stiff,
we even had a King once, who stammers,

Our hearts are solid, like english oak,
we have all lived on this isle,
even our tailors are all bespoke,
some of us even have great style,

We have at one time owned the seas,
lower, middle and upper class,
a class distinction for all to see,
now times have changed, alas,

No different from any other,
history gave you an englishmans`s view,
now my friend I call you brother,
for your ancestry intermingles with new,

But still the myth of a gentlemans worth,
some still have all the grace and manners,
look at our politicians you can see their girth,
we are measured up by all the scammers,

Come to England and be worthwile,
our benefits system used to be the best,
open policy, has cultural style,
soon to change, our heritage lost, living here is quite a test,

An englishman still has his smile,
his manners still gentle and mild,
our feelings and emotions always on trial,
we endure, though sometimes wild,

Our language is spoken by so many in time,
this is our gift to the world,
"Hey brother can you spare a dime",
on this isle now poverty, homelessness, jobless all unfurled,

What is a guillotine ? It is a device for cutting large quantities
of paper, in commercial use these machines supply reams of
packaged paper for use in offices around the world, they are
used for many similar uses in many different forms in countries
all around the world, but the guillotine had a far more sinister
use that goes back to the tenth century, it was used as an
execution device used by many forms of government the most
noted during the period of the 1790's in France. The event was
known as the French Revolution, were the people of France
were treated really cruel, and the guillotine was a cruel form
of injustice to anyone who would be caught conspiring against
the then French Government, the commoners in the end rose
up against the tyranny of the government and their evil dictators
were executed by their own creation of death, and shown no
mercy and by the end of the century was under a new ruler,
Napoleon Bonaparte, he was hailed as a hero of the time, but
was eventually exiled on an island named Elba. those times are
now gone but the guillotine still remains with us today though
it is used for far less violent operations, for simply cutting paper
in our offices and homes. Which proves even the most evil things
can be used for good with a little imagination.