Random Political / Social Poems (810)

Well
I bet you didn't expect to see me here
They froze my body and thaw me out every four years
So I can tell you how proud I am of all of you
You have expanded on my plans of crushing unions
I big shout out to Scott Walker
I never did real good in Wisconsin
Seeing Walker do what he has done makes me real proud
I would also like to thanks my predecessors
Bush and son Bush
You did a real good job in Iraq
For all I did for you
I ask for only one thing
Put my face on Mt Rushmore
One more thing before I got back in deep freeze
If you look under your seat
You will find a box of jelly beans
Black, my favorite color
Well
See you all again in 2016!

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They say our Constitution is outdated and so old,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….

Tragedy a fact of life
many suffer for the spoils from yet another war
deception corruption they know not of poverty
Minority in power living pretty
They care not for the majority
zoned out on tel lie vision
another fukin fantasy
living hell suffering globally
enslaved without chains
used abused like a donkey
in a false sense of security
better off dead helps their economy
Check out their strategy
its been in place for centuries
Yet won't tell you in lessons of history
Don't believe the hype
living large is the way to be
another lie and deadly sin
they may fool some all of the time
I just want love peace of mind and harmony
Pen my thoughts through poetry

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-10

Be exactly who you want to be,
Do what you want to do.
I am he, and she is she.
But.....
You're the only you!!

Watching Reagan on YouTube
chat show
smoother than I remember
folksy, late seventies
having just come out of Governor of California
he looked good
didn't look like he was pitching for the White House
but '81 was coming..

Launch of neo-liberalism
which is precisely why you don't have a job
or if you do it doesn't pay
how's that possible
from a former lifeguard?

I only remember the the assassination attempt
then the mental deterioration
I guess we should be grateful things went well
with Gorby
better than the current NATO encirclement of Russia
taunting the bear.

water,water every were
but not a drop to drink
Enda looked out the window
and he did start to think
He called up the gang
and they started to hatch a plan
a secret tax on water that what we will do
and sure the residents of the country will not have a clue
legislation was passed
and so began the Irish water farce
now Enda being a two faced man
he knew he needed a back up plan
So Enda met the brown envelop clan
convinced them of his plan
we will spend 50 million with your man
He will tell us how it is done
Installing meters having fun sure might even build a dam.
So with all this money coming in
The private companies will be in a spin
They will line up out side
All ready to hand me a bribe
Now on this night Enda and Joan spoke by phone
A great idea they agreed
It is the best plan we ever had we will get rich
The poor we can drink from a ditch
But what they did not know then
But they well know now
That there brilliant plan we the government crashing down
For the people of Ireland have a voice
We get choose our government
And next time we make the right choice

With all the things the world has to offer, why is it, as we get older, we become softer? With all the inspirations one can muster, why does life become cluttered? As we try to be the best we can, with good intentions not everything goes to plan. Life is a trial no doubt, but we feel miserable if we have to go without, live, love and learn, as we grow through life we learn to live, love and even yearn.

We all grow on borrowed time, its not questionable, it’s a very fine line and precise, the complexities of life is not how we lived it or what we have done, but how we share it with others, we are all on the same rock, none of us are exempt, why do some view others with contempt? We are all different in our ways, but who gave someone else to right to question who, how or what we do as right or wrong? For far to long we have been told how it will be, where did our right to be free go? Our right to think how we like, to openly say how we feel, without question or doubt or be judged by an equal.

Why do people feel the desire to control others, do they think its right? When will they learn that humanity when suppressed will always try to fight, for freedom and liberty, to be free as a bird and to take flight. Why has humanity been programmed to be in competition? Why must we keep up with the rich & infamous, why can’t we be humble enough for what we need, instead of being left to feel we want what others have.

And when you get to an age to sit back and ponder and wonder, why you went through it all, just remember that it was because it was what you were told how to use the one thing you outright owned…… that was your life!!

Wrath, wrath and wrath
Hate, hate and hate
War, war and war
Conspiracy galores everywhere

Killings, bombs, missiles,
Stabbings, shootings, homicides and suicides,
Displaced and dillusional

Strife and poverty,
Floods and famines,
Helpless and needy,
People in sorrow everywhere.

We ponder, on this messed up World
As we hear over and over, Attrocities.
But cannot fathom,
How the hate started.

Rest in peace, some oneelse'll take your place. Life filled with strife of sacrificed rule injest'd by self. Magnifed sight amongst 9 fitted seats, magnitude growth. Select they be few, pockets in line for a simple day's task~