Most Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

Nursery Rhymes for the modern age.

Baa Baa dumb sheep.
Are you really such fools?
Yes sir, yes sir, the taxes you can pull.
But none from the bankers, or those who reign,
Everything must be taken from the many poor that live down the lane.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to build a lovely dormer
The economy fell down and broke the town
And employment came tumbling after.
Before up got Jack, his home the banks got 
As fast as they could caper
The politicians were in bed with the banking head,
All election promises had just been on paper.

Hey diddle diddle, the politicians were on the fiddle,
The bankers jumped over the moon.
The property developer laughed to see such fun
As the Government ran off with your silver spoon!

The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand homes
He built them on the top of the hill
And built them all with loans.
Before they were even up, he put the prices went up.
And when the economy went down, the prices went down
And when the homes were only halfway up
For purposes of the property tax they were up not down.

Promises, promises, all you give are promises.
Building up my fragile confidence.
Issuing such sweet, alluring dirty lies,
Are you a vicious demon in disguise.

Constantly telling me how you will make things better,
How you are such a righteous, upstanding go getter.
Tell me again how much richer, wiser and healthier I will be,
If only to your secret plans I will unconditionally agree.

You instruct me to follow you blindly about,
Never to questions or show any doubt,
Your endless devious drivel gets repeat every day
Telling me never to wander from your path or to stray.

You shout from the roof tops, and whisper in my ear.
That I should blame this one or that one for all that I fear.
You take from my pocket, by enacting new laws,
All to give to another dubious less deserving cause.

You grip my soul, my very being in your hand,
To squeeze out my essence, every last strand.
You wish me to crawl and beg at your feet,
Whilst you tell me one more great myth or deceipt.

Is breaking my spirit your ultimate goal?
Slowly draining the dignity from my very soul?
I am to become your obedient slave?
For the rest of my life until the grave?

Should I be grateful for the few scraps you distainly give?
Is this the way I am now meant to live?
Crushed and destroyed by your cruel lies.
Of a the better life, of endless blue summer skies.

Is this bitter tale about a spiteful love?
Is it a divine cruel beauty that I dare speak ill of?
A siren singly sweetly, luring me to my doom?
What person or thing could cause such dire gloom?

It is not of just one person these lines do speak,
They instead tell of the ignorance and arrogance of a powerful sneak.
That orders me to give up every last cent.

It Is My cruel lying Government!

Bury the blame in protocol,
Drown the shame in alcohol,
Bury the names you don't recall,
Drown the flames and bury us all.

Truth does not need dressing up
In glamour and shiny gloss
With razzle-dazzle, bright lights
Served dipped in fragrant sauce

Truth is simple, plain, and direct
Naked, complete and raw
Cuts through all the bull-shit
Like a diamond-bladed saw.

It’s guidance dwells in silence.

South South West of Tralee,
The most western part of the land
For thousands of years people lived there
With flocks of sheep on a hillside
And each had a cow of his
own while , in unfertile land
Potatoes were grown.
A place that writers called home.
Never did pen kiss asper so sweet
As when it’s writers wrote of sea and
of gull
And eyes that stared through windows of lace
Absorbing the rhythm of life’s easy pace
Firers blazed
all year round
Coooking the fish and Lobsters they found
Worldly contact was eight miles away
Over a mountain to Dingle Bay
And never a one did ever stay
For the islands called Herchildren back home
to the gull the sea and to play.

Here is a list of some songs I have enjoyed since the millenium.

2000
Smooth Santana featuring Rob Thomas
Higher Creed
Desert Rose Sting featuring Cheb Mami

2001
Fallin Alicia Keys
This I Promise You 'N Sync
Beautiful Day U2

2002
A Thousand Miles Vanessa Carlton
In The End Linkin Park
Without Me Eminem

2003
Where Is The Love? The Black Eyed Peas
Lose Yourself Eminem
Landslide Dixie Chicks

2004
Hey Ya! Outkast
It's My Life No Doubt
Are You Gonna Be My Girl? Jet

2005
Hollaback Girl Gwen Stefani
Gold Digger Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx
My Humps The Black Eyed Peas

2006
Bad Day Daniel Powter
You're Beautiful James Blunt
Crazy Gnarls Barkley

2007
Hey There Delilah Plain White T's
Rehab Amy Winehouse

2008
Viva la Vida Cold Play

2009
I Gotta Feeling The Black Eyed Peas
Boom Boom Pow The Black Eyed Peas
Poker Face Lady Gaga

2010
Bad Romance Lady Gaga
Just The Way You Are Bruno Mars
Imma Be The Black Eyed Peas

2011
Rolling In The Deep Adele
Firework Katy Perry
Born This Way Lady Gaga

2012
We Are Young Fun featuring Janelle Monae
Somebody That I Used To Know Gotye featuring Kimbra
PSY Gangnam Style

2013
Royals Lorde

Sam Smith was the big winner
Weird Al Yankovic won too
The rest I wouldn't take out to dinner
The music has seemed to gone to hell in a hand basket
Sam Smith's Stay With Me and
Lorde's Yellow Flicker Beat
The only ones I cared to listen to against all that other racket
Kanye West tried to come on stage
But my favorite grammy moment of all time
That SOY BOMB guy dancing to Bob Dylan
That kind of stuff gets me engaged
Michael Jackson won the most grammys with eight
Adele got six which was pretty great
Since the music isn't what it used to be
My favorite category is comedy
And I bought Weird Al's Mandatory Fun
Now that the grammys are done
I will wait for the Oscars next week
Maybe they will have some winners who don't reek

Youth is wasted on the young,
they treat it like some foul smelling dung.
Instead of embracing their moment in time,
they play computer games, it's such a crime.

Back in my youth, we would be out all day,
cycling, climbing, among the fray.
Playing games, usually with a ball,
cricket, soccer, we played them all.

But nowadays it's on a screen,
shut up in rooms, and never seen.
No sunshine, upon their faces,
never exploring, exciting places.

In my day, life was real,
action games, seeking the thrill.
Falling out of trees, and grazing knees,
life in my day was one big wheeze.

I
If freedom was the choice to give,
A rogue the chieftain’s cap;
And then, in time, repeat my lack
I would give my freedom back
II
If freedom was the chance to walk
The streets of my home town;
But always fearful of attack
I would give my freedom back
III
If freedom was to join the sect
And wear the robes of pious men;
And then like wolves, run in a pack
I would give my freedom back
IV
If freedom was to rid myself
Of all that makes a moral man;
And torture men on board and rack
I would give my freedom back
V
If freedom was to kill and destroy
The lives of those I did not know;
And then be knighted for whack and whack
I would give my freedom back
VI
If freedom was to know the truth;
But lie and lie, to keep the form
And then receive a hero's plaque
I would give my freedom back
VII
If freedom was to be immune
From the desparate cries of suffering men
And in those places never crack
I would give my freedom back
VIII
But God, the Almighty is Freedom’s source
And no people hold its exclusive rights
For where Freedom reigns, there is no fear
Each man is born as Freedom’s heir

These twilight years of loneliness,
no one around for me to view,
surely being on ones own is not the best,
have even vacated the churches pew,

The four walls have now become my cave,
nourishment now taken just to fill the need,
looking out my window people pass by, not even a wave,
my life it seems is a vegitating seed,

I no longer have that adventurous clout,
crippling body is aging within,
all I can do is at the telly shout,
it seems old age is now a communual sin,

No one bothers to contact or check up on me,
constantly receiving those goddamn bills,
in this life I am no longer free,
all I do now is feed the rich mans tills.