Random Political / Social Poems (810)

~"the street" an it's precious diamonds strewn out of reach to where thrown arms unable to catch with crippled hands, out of a cloudless sky did rain tears n etched those precious diamonds with drop filled fear~

The lying sewer rats have revealed themselves once again
a tale has surfaced without credit but begs to be king
this plague and disease has taken away innocent life
We all can see the scorpion in words published in a sting
the odour leaves an invisible stench deeply within souls rooted
Our nation has what it deserves corrupted evil swine
wallowing in self pity crying over spilt milk bad eggs
poor in spirit drunken by their lack of knowledge
wisdom is condemned as false doctrine to address logic
Where creeps the shadows over the truth sandwiched
hiding behind a mask the joker laughs at democracies fools
This world is falling into the pits of hell with rotten apples
at the helm they form a circle dividing people to core beliefs
brainwashed individuals follow their leaders backwards principles
God be with anyone who can think for themselves
because the trendy have lost all faith and love
they judge everyone by their own standards
afraid of the cross they bear malice against goodwill
Sin we all can see how you mutilate everything Holy
take one look into the heart of this problem unfolding
hide your face in shame as the day will come when you kneel

Buffalo soldiers
Apache feathered spirits
war within a breath

Johnson and Nixon
Kissinger on my TV
smoke over Da Nang

Chinese raid Taiwan
UN emergency meet
calm before the storm

The Rhythm Of Time
There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leadened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along the Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’

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.

Destructive imitations of what's real,
Corporate companies make a secret deal...
Broadcasting lies to control the mind,
Hind the truth so none shall find...

They work to diminish our vibration,
Bloodthirsty men that rule this nation...
Behind the curtain they call the shots,
Betray the world with deadly plots...

Now the people are lost and blind,
Reject the light of an awakened mind...
Manipulated to the point of control,
To rule the world this is their goal...

But the time is near that is their end,
Into fourth density we begin to bend...
Drifting through the time-space fabric,
Free will is ours and we may have it...

Awake my friends the time is near,
Reject the lies and forsake your fear...
Live your lives in truth and love,
Look within and not above...

~ Mario Curtis, M.

Secrets that were not secrets
Lessons that were not learned
Just how fallible are my thoughts
Deliberately distorting into knots

Secrets that were not secrets
Lessons that were not learned
Such is life but all is existential
Much an extravagant depiction

Secrets that were not secrets
Lessons that were not learned
That describes inevitable fiction
Shadows casting dubious doubts

Secrets that were not secrets
Lessons that were not learned
Where all truth becomes evitable
Posturing between all it flouts

Theworld continues its merry way
On second thoughts it is not so merry
Imprisoned in this Hologram so blithe
All is in order or so it seems
But the order is not our making
Helpless in ignorance sleeeping
Like lambs gamboling in spring
We rejoice in innocent games
And in the end we die as slaves.
But hail to the heroes who die
Defending us from each other.

The time is nigh for change
Sacrifices have been made
By those you will never know
and still being made
Some of us have been drafted
As terran components required.

The world continues the charade
So play the game my friends
It is not forever

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

When will I die?
Are we really going to have huge job losses starting September 27?
Why does God let bad people get away with all their crap?
Did the dinosaurs die off, or just turn into chickens and bald eagles?
Was life better when we just had 200 million people on the planet?
How do aliens exist in space that is so vast it boggles the mind?
When are we going to get hard evidence of Bigfoot?
Are the poor people of India really happier than the rich in the USA?
When are we going to have a really good president again like Kennedy?
When are we going to visit Mars and the moons of Jupiter and Saturn?
When will we have electric cars that are affordable?