Political / Social Poems (810)

Where is the honor
fighting
for a country
where your women
and your children
cannot even
walk their streets
without fear
Where is the honor
fighting
for a government
that gives you
nothing
but pious words
nothing
but a park bench
cardboard blanket
and a hard pillow
for your wounds
Where is the honor
when you shout
those hollow words
for freedom
for justice
for liberty

That classic revenge movie
Carrie
What if she had not lost it
But shared her talent with the rest of the class
Some talent that could have earned her real respect
Hey guys watch this!
Then make the chalk write by itself on the chalk board
Or raise someone up in the air
She could have sold tickets and made a fortune
Uri Geller used to pretend he had this power
I was a big believer when I was a kid
I think her ability to move large objects was made possible by her revenge
The need to make things right with those who had wronged her
Like making a car swerve and blow up with John Travolta in it
So what about all the kids going back to school
The ones who just can't fit in or don't want to
They don't have Carrie's powers
Which I guess is a good thing
Because if they did this whole country would be one huge blood bath

Why is this life so very unkind
it's meaning impossible to find
Why do we choose to help evil thrive
care less and less if good stays alive

Why are humans inexplicably cruel
deception their most preferred tool
Why can't people be real instead of pretend
how does THE ridiculous become a trend

Why are the less fortunate cast out
human decency got lost no doubt
Why can't a broken heart easily mend
why must every beginning have an END

Burger King
Has come to our town
I used to go to the one in Dubuque back in the 90's
I would get the Whopper Jr., small fries, and a small Mello Yello
2.22
I upgraded to a large on Tuesday, August 15
6.90
Quite a difference 21 years makes
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I work at Burger King
Making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Don't touch the fries in hot fat
It really hurts bad
And so do skin grafts
Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell?
Ding fries are done!

I am not a nerd
I am not white
I am not fat
Don't call me Sir
Or Mr.
If you want to call me anything
Mike
That would be best
So I ask what you want
To be respected
Not labeled
To be free to feel good
And not have someone rain on my parade
Peace!

Today I weep.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.

Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?

You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.

Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.

I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.

They look so majestic
These eagles
But I saw one on the side of the road eating a dead raccoon
What is so awe inspiring about that?
Vultures eat dead things
So do flies
We do need these animals to clean up our dead
So they don't pile up and take room away from the living
We burn them in our gas tanks
Dinosaurs and ancient conifers that turned into oil
So what animal doesn't eat dead things that could inspire us
I like Cardinals or Baltimore Orioles
Blue Jays are nice
But we as a nation have decided to use the eagle
It's on our money
But when you think what this nation has done to the world
Maybe
Just maybe the eagle is the right on

I've been following the story about Charlie Gard
It caught me off guard
It's so heartbreaking that his own parents have no say
They have been outnumbered by the judges and courts and all we can do is pray
Has the U.K. become third world?
Or have the doctors and judges vision become blurred
Dedicated doctors save lives
Good Judges are fair and wise
By removing Charlie's life support that constitutes murder for this baby boy
We are talking about taking a human life, not playing with a toy
The saddest thing of all is that people in power have lost their way
They have forgotten that they too, are not here to stay
If we do not join forces to stop this madness, baby Charlie will die
Please sign Charlie's petition, let's all give it a try.

I have written about love, written about fate
I have written about war, written about hate
I have written about you, I have written about me
I have layed my heart out there for the world to see
I have bared my soul, never holding back
I have written about beauty and about my heart turning black
I have shared so much emotion, with so much depth
I have written about suicide when there was nothing left
And many years later, I write about truth
Of deception, tears, and letting go of you
I have written about dreams, and reoccurring nightmares
And many years later, they are still there
I have written about death, written about perfection
And what it is I see, when i see my reflection
A young boy with wild bewildering eyes
But like a flame doused with water, that too has died
I have learned from my mistakes, made a few more
It's like being trapped in a forever revolving door
I have put blood to pen, pen to paper
I have written about religion and forsaking the Maker
I have written with my tears falling down my cheek
I have written about being strong when I felt so weak
I have shared my fears with many, many others
But I know deep down inside, there's so much more to discover

I started listening to him in 1992
Andrew Dice Clay
A filthy mouthed comedian
The first album I listened to was 40 Too Long
He still performs at the Laugh Factory in Las Vegas
I was watching The Nutty Professor with Jerry Lewis
I think Andrew got his character from this movie
Even some of the lines are the same as in his act
His comedy is not for everyone
He did get kicked off of Saturday Night Live for life
He did some of his bad material in a commercial setting
I remember George Carlin could never really relax on tv for the same reason
TV is a commercial profit run machine
The likes of Andrew Dice Clay just don't fit into that media outlet
I still listen to him from time to time
He is best known for his dirty nursery rhymes