Random Political / Social Poems (810)

Evil struck the Amish folk
Invading schoolhouse space.
Killing all inside, leaving not a trace
What was said but "let it go let them have their spoils
We must do our planting And multiply our toil."
For those who lost a child
Their grief is far from mild.
The little arms that held them close
Are now far away
And tears are shed in secret
Hoping heir at play.
But evil sits in comfort,
Its evil deeds condoned.
It must no be allowed
to run ramped where it roams
Those we love are sacred
They must treated so
To do them right is extreme might
Weshould not let it go.
The Amish should have made a stand
And taken things in hand
We never asked for this
It Was just allowed in.
what is that we fear,
A no win game
Or do we really want what we might gain.
If its war so let it be
Letting evil reign is not thinking free

We
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
when what we need
only exists
within Foreign lands
a little Peace
for our kids
we
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
where to Live in Peace
is an illusion
broken
by the pain
of seeing pieces
of woman and Children
scatterd upon
this once beutiful land
by those
WHO have been trained
to spread the pain
to break the Peace
we once held
within

Just a good ol boys
Never meaning no harm
Beats all you ever saw
Been off the TV ever since
They went after that flag on their car
Bill Cosby met the same fate
When he drugged a bunch of women
He was trying to date
Then there's Pepe Le Pew
Making fun of the French
Seem all they want is a fanny to pinch
Speedy Gonzalas
You gotta go too
Moking Mexicans makes the censors hate you
Just some good ol shows
Never meaning no harm
Beats all you ever saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day political correctness was born

From my first waking moment
To the moment I drift off to sleep
It eats at my insides
Like a gnawing rat in deep

Throughout the night I toss and turn
Beneath my cardboard shelter
The cold it seeps into my bones
To battle with my hunger

The colours of the world reduced
To this blackness called hunger
What would I give for one good meal
My soul I'd sell to the devil

My world reduced to black and white
No reds, greens or purples
No pretty colours do I see
Just blackness that is my hunger

The beginning of an era

A question of freedom

Those who seek to do well and survive

Are now being put to the test and ordered to do wrong

And those who seek to do harm and survive

Are now being slapped on the wrist and sent on their way to continue doing harm.

We`re being told that we can`t do this, we can`t do that

Because of someone else`s mistakes and misfortunes

First, goes the reputable breeders of so many kinds of animals

Next, the breed clubs, and national organizations

What`s next? No freedom to grow a garden, build a home, or have a child?

Will our next generations become lost to the mainstream of public rules and regulations

Acting like robots stuck on autopilot?

Why are our "great leaders" so afraid of individuality?

Individuals keep things alive and interesting.

If individuality is outlawed...

We`d have no media or news

Thousands or millions of people would be out of a job because someone somewhere told them they can`t do what they feel passionate about.

Are these so called leaders afraid to reach out, touch somebody, and support something that grows, learns, and teaches?

Something our people have been doing since the dawn of time.

Our freedom should be just that.

Free.

Whenever I write you,
I get blue,
whenever you write me,
You get something free,
However they rant and rave,
it's always about what the fave',
Whatever they say or do it's always about being true,
But reality dictates today,
One MUST get their way,
Male or female it's their say,
Versus truth and personal disarray,
I'd have to think it's a lonely world gone astray.
Online madness,
offline secrecy,
NSA and Obama-nation mess,
Political savvy or interests made personal,
everyone is in for their own distress.
Don't lie to me and others if you're not sincere,
Just go get your highball wine or beer,
Drugs are the demise of humanity and society,
when will we ever learn of this contrived insanity?
When the world comes to an end what will you be,
oversexed and buzzed from all the being "free"!
Who are you and what shall we be...
no more lies cheating and devised excused away triviality.

Fear is chosen by the mind,
If you do not look,
How can you understand and find
What is in the dark,
We light those corners so we can see,
But it is so many yet so few that know,
What it is like to be.

A lie cannot be told without, some
element of truth,
So i ask,
Do you trust your eye's not to denie the proof.

Just walk on by.

How we forget
Those that have sacrificed lives
Died on foreign soil so we can reap the spoils
Of a war where we traded blood for oil
Or the tomb with the unmarked grave
With eyes that’ll never see the light of day
Or the pain in a child’s face
When her mom says her dad he’s gone away
How about the ones left to die praying for one more day
While we sit at the dinner table and we say grace
Nightmares in the night his heart it starts to race
Meanwhile the media they talk away
They say this is a price we had to pay
But they never spent a night in a foreign place
He watched his friends die for our misplaced hate
Or our blind faith in a leader who contemplates
To get rich before his eight years are up and he walks away
Promised to bring them home but still they stay
We voted for Obama to get a new change
Four years and he’s running again with a killer main event
They killed Osama and video- taped but how we forget
Still they stayed

A while back I posted a blog titled "To Dream". It drew a number of responses but few words were shared on the original theme of the entry which was that all peoples are valuable, important, and loved. I blame myself for that as I opined on the conduct of the U.S. over the years which led to the muddling of the issue of who were the victims at Mumbai India. A heated debate began on the causes of terrorrism. Folks arguing politics on a blog. Tempers flaring. Fingers pointing blame. Patronizing tones. Name calling. Insults. Hurt feelings.
One friend remarked to me that I had "opened up a can of worms". I shan't jump into the fray, however, I would like to share my thoughts on the matter. I believe that we must say what we wish and share that platform with all voices. Only true discourse aids us along our journey of discovery and is our only hope of lessening the gulf between us. Too many folks seem bent on finding someone or something to blame. Thus avoiding any responsibility to help solve problems and trying to find possible solutions. With their excoriating tones they only exascerbate divisions already in place, exasperating the problems moreso. I think that we should allow and encourage all to air their views. We can learn and perhaps somewhat understand the others viewpoint. If lucky, maybe we could arrive at a small compromise. We are all humbugs to someone. It just depends on who's seat you're in. It may be prudent, for those that question the character of people from different backgrounds, to remember the old saying "walk a mile in my shoes". Subjectivity reigns. There will never be human synthesis. We're all individual. People don't always have to know who or what caused a difficulty to find a workable solution. We must never lose sight of our common bond of humanity and of our love for one another. The only people you should want to get even with are those who have helped you. Most world leaders share the same bed with the moneychangers, as in they use their power to further their own ends. They are the true helmsmen that steer the vessel of international policy. It is never they that have become burdened in debt. Nor has any of their own blood been spilled in their glorious crusade. No, it is always the common citizen who pays the price of filling the purses of those at the top. We've become lemmings fed on propaganda and led by patriotism. As we all know, time is the healer of all wounds and usually must be given its' just due before true enlightenment showers down upon us soothing our damaged hearts.
We need a hard rain...

[ Change ]

[Change is the change
of identity on facebook,
where you are only on cookbook!

Change is the difference
of doing business in East than West
where crony capitalism is best!

Change is the currency
of notes, bills, coins,
where human capital also joins!

Change is the attitude
of people towards sexuality
where love can be a causality!

Change is a human nature
for man & woman in relationship
where each struggles for partnership!

Change is the transformation
of parties in hues of politics
where power of money is game of ethics!

Change is the merging
a town of two border states
where upmanship was at stake!

Change is the struggle
for freedom from orthodoxy
where man is buried in methodology!

Change is a change of rule
from one nation to another
where greed and power gather!

Change is a shift
in climate from hot or cold
where Mother Nature acts bold!

Change is a plan
for IPL team for surprise win
where everyone will grin!

Change is a twist
of story in fiction novel
where readers would marvel!

Change is in the thinking
of person from poverty to affluence
where discomfort & comfort confluence!

Change is a change
from one change to another change
where only change is game of change!]

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