Random Political / Social Poems (810)

The 'Left' has reached completely Nuts
it's palpable truth... No And's If's or But's
Whenever they speak they blatantly lie
reality has officially passed them by

Incessant rhetoric is purposeful to divide
nonsense is every word they provide
Wickedness consumes the 'Left's' mind
berate all who dare oppose their kind

The 'Left' has obviously dismissed reason
propaganda more damaging than any season
Media relish exacerbating contentious news
help 'looney liberals' Spin all the 'Rights' views

Treatment of those across the aisle hostile
2016 election turned Demoncrats utterly vile
Everyday they relentlessly Bash our President
ruthless disrespect before White House resident

They sabotage hope for bettering our Nation
while proclaiming to fight for future generation
More ominous than deadliest slithering snake
their insanity surpassed levels sane folks can take

Dems say 'alternative facts' aren't factual in any way
yet News outlets shovel it Twenty Four hours a day
Communist progressives push for Americas' decline
gaslighting essential piece of their wicked design

Establishment Republicans share blame to be fair
what "We The People" want Politicians don't care

Our boys came back from Vietnam
No welcome home for them
Instead abuse was all they got
For shame, Australia, shame

Was in our pub that some were drinking
When people spat on them
All this for a war they fought
Where they had no choice

They served their country and gave their lives
Though many were not willing
They were conscripts not volunteers
The choice was them not given

Once again the old man stopped
And slowly shook his head
Anger mixed with sadness
Chased across his weathered face

A flask he took from inside his coat
And raised it to his lips
A sip he took then wiped his chin
Then placed it next to him

I can see what you're thinking
But I'm sorry to say
I don't drink spirits
There's water in there

Now sixty nine that was a year
It was like science fiction
Man on the moon, what next
We could hardly believe it

That day in June the nation stopped
And around their TV's sitting
Watched a man called Armstrong
Walking on the moon

We held our breath, the words he spoke
The words so well remembered
We prayed the God would guide them home
And home they safely journeyed

Nowadays it's common place
For man to go to space
No-one takes much notice
Lest disaster strikes up there

For nineteen years we waited
And watched it slowly grow
One hundred million dollars
To build the Opera House

Such pomp and ceremony
When open it they did
Gleaming white on harbour's edge
No other sight like it

Seventy three the year it was
And I'd turned forty seven
Catherine left school that year
A chef she wanted to be

She entered an apprenticeship
At a restaurant we knew well
We'd been friends for a very long time
And of her they'd take good care

We watched on our new colour TV
The sacking of Gough Whitlam
Seventy five was a shameful year
A Prime Minister this way to be treated

Fraser came in power then
No truer words were spoken
Coined the phrase on many lips
Life wasn't meant to be easy

Things got harder under him
The good times were over
Less money, less work
The economy was slowing

But Mary and I did what we did
We just carried on living
Good times or bad it mattered not
As long as we had each other

Though forty one she looked the same
To me there was no difference
Twenty years of married bliss
My love burned ever brightly

War is bad,

Because like, guys die,

And mums cry,

And Grans too,

And like, war is bad,

Because people get hurt,

And children cry,

That's why war is bad

world economies keep on churning
and sliding toward dark disarray
we give a salute to Grecian earning
and the government's save of the day

looking far and wide for debt relief
with debt as a percent of GDP
assuage our soul and release our grief
can't borrow forever, lunch ain't free

Greeks work hard, toil in Mediterranean sun
for government tarnished by corruption
it's harder and harder just to have fun
so we await citizen's wrathful eruption

the papers and net predict imminent doom
the world may just cease to turn
can't seem to produce more to consume
and keep borrowing more than we earn

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

In the wicked hearts of men
and in their malicious minds
my love is cursed at.

From the mouths of men of power
to the ears of those of ignorance
my love is spat on.

In the conversations of religion
and right outside my door
my love is trodden down.

So what a bitter, twisted world
when happiness already denied
my love is spurned as well.

Please can you hear me
I know I’m small
To you I might not matter at all

I feel pain and love as well
Words sting, I feel their shame
To you I might not matter at all

I cry at night, hot tears of shame
Soak my pillow with wretched pain
To you I might not matter at all

So listen now, I’m someone too
You carried me and gave me life
I’d like to know to you I matter a lot

I am struggling
With the pace of life
Never far removed
From toil and strife
The hours drawing near
Life drifting so afar
All the time wondering
Who the hell we are
Is life really progress
When we have no time
Under so much stress
Travelling down
The highway so sublime
Ever careful to observe
To whom we must serve
‘Till suddenly at once
We have to swerve
Just to survive

Come lie down.
Beside me
there’s no other.
Push my firm words
inside your head,
my hard love,
‘cause tough love
crack tough skull.
You’re revolving on the rim
Come,
come down to me,
a stream of knowledge.

A woman was here.
Inside my head
I hold books.
She went with bungalow
and children.
Children are children;
like monkeys they mimic
Her every step painted in vivid green.
Come,
come lie down.
Beside me my story is.
The truth
is never a tale
spilled from sweetened lips.

Come,
come down here,
come lie down.
Beside me
there is none
that can whisper this chronicle,
my chocolate story -
bitter-brown -
composed with blood and feather pen.
Sculpted in her head is
her post-colonial self.
Come taste of the wine I’m poured.
Come, come,
come lie with me.

Wake up!!!
To this cruel society
Look whats going on to,
the forces you cant see

Signs are all there
We recognize & know them

But its hard, to face the fear
When your mind is not consciously
There.

You cant escape the dream
When everything has a meaning

We are in an illusive state,
When we take, in the bate

Everytime we turn on the tv
What you dont believe, the deception
We breath?

Take a look at the entertainers in the industry.
How they dazzle & distort, what we see.

Flaunt there power, money & greed.
They compensate, fakeness in there spiritual identity.

They put up signs & symbols, in sinister gestures
with there hands.

Each picture they take, has a hidden message in
There stance.

Its scary to concieve, you still dont believe?
Watch the rituals that take place,
During half time, superbowl sunday.

As long as theres media coverage,
We consume this everyday.

Just be aware & most of all
WAKE UP!!!!!.....today

Who are you? So proud and tall!
You speak of freedom, For one and all,
A wise man, It is said,
Learns by past mistake,
Are we less of a fool,
If the change we don't make?
We are not the same!
And never have been,
For all over the world,
And more we have seen!
Drawn to this land, In search of a home,
Wrapped up in it's beauty,
With our seeds now well sown,
Who is it to choose, For you or for me?
For in my own eyes, we are already free!