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No Peace
"Let's lock them up, let them kill themselves.
Let's beat them up, soon enough they'll kill themselves..."
This story's getting old, right?
200 years old, right?
Down in New South Wales,
this white Australian lady.
Takes a swing over nothing,
and without retaliating.
The aboriginal girl hits the ground,
lands there with a thud.
The police had suddenly taken her down,
then slammed on the cuffs.
Took her from there into lock-up
and put her into a room.
In this particular room the camera's were off,
the police surrounded her like fire fumes.
And very much like a pack of dingoes,
they went in for the attack.
Now this Aboriginal girl is consumed by hate,
her whole world is now turned black.
A mother looked for a job,
but was so often knocked back.
"We see you're Aboriginal
and there's a problem with that."
You see, we've had trouble with your kind before,
and so we are not employing.
But just so you know that's the only reason,
so good luck with your job searching!"
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when from young they are pinned,
as a, "you never will amount to be anything."
People who find it hard when they're told that their dreams,
may mean something but aren't good for a damned thing.
White Australian father getting blamed,
for racism he has never displayed.
For assumed prejudice he never did say,
his love for all peoples now mucked and splayed.
"I have 2 aboriginal children and would never say that!,
that you're just another useless black.
Good for nothing but making babies and spat."
the last thing he said before he got smacked.
He was only ever proud and tried to mingle,
with those he thought of as his country's men.
Faith now lost because he was singled,
his heart filled with hate and all he condemns.
"Once upon a time I would have been your friend",
a white Australian mother says, "but no more."
"I can't take the chance that I may offend,
you see, I've had trouble with your kind before."
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when they are already pinned,
as invaders who don't care for anything.
People whose ancestor's stories are so old,
"...it means nothing in this country that's not yours!", they're told.
Alcohol, drugs, minds breaking down,
fewer care to make a sound.
The next generation will soon find what is always found,
"Shh. Australia doesn't want you to make a sound!"
Unfortunate for those who are not racist as such,
there's so many who are, that this country's stuffed.
Not 200 years ago, not yesteryear,
No, not last night, but today, enough!
Misunderstandings will not bring peace,
undue blame does not bring peace.
Mistreatment will never make any peace,
hate does surely afford no peace.
Let's beat them up, soon enough they'll kill themselves..."
This story's getting old, right?
200 years old, right?
Down in New South Wales,
this white Australian lady.
Takes a swing over nothing,
and without retaliating.
The aboriginal girl hits the ground,
lands there with a thud.
The police had suddenly taken her down,
then slammed on the cuffs.
Took her from there into lock-up
and put her into a room.
In this particular room the camera's were off,
the police surrounded her like fire fumes.
And very much like a pack of dingoes,
they went in for the attack.
Now this Aboriginal girl is consumed by hate,
her whole world is now turned black.
A mother looked for a job,
but was so often knocked back.
"We see you're Aboriginal
and there's a problem with that."
You see, we've had trouble with your kind before,
and so we are not employing.
But just so you know that's the only reason,
so good luck with your job searching!"
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when from young they are pinned,
as a, "you never will amount to be anything."
People who find it hard when they're told that their dreams,
may mean something but aren't good for a damned thing.
White Australian father getting blamed,
for racism he has never displayed.
For assumed prejudice he never did say,
his love for all peoples now mucked and splayed.
"I have 2 aboriginal children and would never say that!,
that you're just another useless black.
Good for nothing but making babies and spat."
the last thing he said before he got smacked.
He was only ever proud and tried to mingle,
with those he thought of as his country's men.
Faith now lost because he was singled,
his heart filled with hate and all he condemns.
"Once upon a time I would have been your friend",
a white Australian mother says, "but no more."
"I can't take the chance that I may offend,
you see, I've had trouble with your kind before."
Thus, from generation to generation,
the hate spreads on.
And the government asks for acceptance,
from people who are done.
People who find it hard when they are already pinned,
as invaders who don't care for anything.
People whose ancestor's stories are so old,
"...it means nothing in this country that's not yours!", they're told.
Alcohol, drugs, minds breaking down,
fewer care to make a sound.
The next generation will soon find what is always found,
"Shh. Australia doesn't want you to make a sound!"
Unfortunate for those who are not racist as such,
there's so many who are, that this country's stuffed.
Not 200 years ago, not yesteryear,
No, not last night, but today, enough!
Misunderstandings will not bring peace,
undue blame does not bring peace.
Mistreatment will never make any peace,
hate does surely afford no peace.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Something I began writing last year but as I tend to do, I got side-tracked and didn't finish. It is now done.Written with no offence to anyone and if you have taken offence, chances are you've missed the point.
No More Love
The world is on the verge of hell,
Undergoing a terrible spell.
The Angels weep from heaven above,
Watching the world lose all its love.
Innocent people have lost their lives
All for the greed of the propertied.
Wars have ravished any goodness left.
Brought about a lot of hurt and theft.
The world, once pure has been corrupted
With the venomous poison of those who run it.
Those who've been chosen to lead the world,
Manipulate individuals and don't keep their word.
The populace now regrets their decision
To trust mankind in the hands of politicians.
Humanity is shattered because it was all massacred
By the ruling powers of the world.
There is no more love in a world so tough,
Due to the everlasting evil
That has dominated the world primeval.
Although evil has a strong grip,
Good will never let the world slip
Into the hands of those who wish to harm
And lead all good souls to their death.
Good always triumphs,
And overcomes all defiance.
Undergoing a terrible spell.
The Angels weep from heaven above,
Watching the world lose all its love.
Innocent people have lost their lives
All for the greed of the propertied.
Wars have ravished any goodness left.
Brought about a lot of hurt and theft.
The world, once pure has been corrupted
With the venomous poison of those who run it.
Those who've been chosen to lead the world,
Manipulate individuals and don't keep their word.
The populace now regrets their decision
To trust mankind in the hands of politicians.
Humanity is shattered because it was all massacred
By the ruling powers of the world.
There is no more love in a world so tough,
Due to the everlasting evil
That has dominated the world primeval.
Although evil has a strong grip,
Good will never let the world slip
Into the hands of those who wish to harm
And lead all good souls to their death.
Good always triumphs,
And overcomes all defiance.
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Posted: Feb 2017
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Kmart is Closing
Kmart is closing
And I know why
This Walmart effect makes me want to cry
The people have spoken with their money
But I don't think it is funny
The good jobs
Well they are going away
Being replaced by jobs with no pay
The benefits are too small
And the kids they are trying to raise just want to bawl
The internet is part of the problem too
Macy's stores are closing around you
So where are the people supposed to go
To reap what they sow
The billionaires laugh at the plight
Of this unfairness day and night
March is when Kmart is going to close
Get 20% off a pair of panty hose!
And I know why
This Walmart effect makes me want to cry
The people have spoken with their money
But I don't think it is funny
The good jobs
Well they are going away
Being replaced by jobs with no pay
The benefits are too small
And the kids they are trying to raise just want to bawl
The internet is part of the problem too
Macy's stores are closing around you
So where are the people supposed to go
To reap what they sow
The billionaires laugh at the plight
Of this unfairness day and night
March is when Kmart is going to close
Get 20% off a pair of panty hose!
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
Saw two people standing with signs advertising 20% at Kmart today. The wind chill must be below zero. I am suprised they lasted this long. My job was cut two weeks after one of these Walmart superstores opened in 2006. For every one of these Walmarts that open, 300 jobs are cut from the community, and replaced by 330 Walmart jobs that have far lower pay and benefits.I'm Ashamed
I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed of my weight
my teeth
my complexion
my income
my work place
my apartment building
Our treatment of other countries like Iraq and Afghanistan
Our bullies who never get the punishment they deserve
The way we treat gays and lesbians
The way we treat the elderly
The way we treat the students and college students in this country
The massive debt of college loans and national debt
The litterbugs
The people who yell
The people who don't visit their parents
People on cell phones in public
Potholes
Roundabouts on the street
Walmart and the treatment of their workers
President Obama and the rest since I have been born
The drug laws
Our prison system
Drones
Bottled water
Music after the 80's
I'm ashamed of my weight
my teeth
my complexion
my income
my work place
my apartment building
Our treatment of other countries like Iraq and Afghanistan
Our bullies who never get the punishment they deserve
The way we treat gays and lesbians
The way we treat the elderly
The way we treat the students and college students in this country
The massive debt of college loans and national debt
The litterbugs
The people who yell
The people who don't visit their parents
People on cell phones in public
Potholes
Roundabouts on the street
Walmart and the treatment of their workers
President Obama and the rest since I have been born
The drug laws
Our prison system
Drones
Bottled water
Music after the 80's
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
There is a huge list of things, these are just a few that came to mind. I remember how heartbroken I was when I found out that Milli Vanilli didn't sing their own songs. I really believed in them.A Bad Day
Woke up at 3 am
Couldn't get back to sleep
I worried till 6 am about all things deep
The stolen election by Hillary and my crappy job
So mad where my life is that I wish I had a grenade to lob
I arrive at work, my stomach in knots
I feel like a bucket of fish heads left to rot
The day goes by painfully slow, the jerk starts to yell
Want so bad to punch him in the head like a dinner bell
Feelin depressed, feeling paranoid
If I could just get a job where I could avoid
All these mean people that are everywhere
Even my mean dad likes to blare
So where is heaven cause this sure feels like hell
My only escape it seems is watching sitcoms with women like Nell
Gimme a Break! like the show says
I harken back to the old days when I ate candy like PEZ
Couldn't get back to sleep
I worried till 6 am about all things deep
The stolen election by Hillary and my crappy job
So mad where my life is that I wish I had a grenade to lob
I arrive at work, my stomach in knots
I feel like a bucket of fish heads left to rot
The day goes by painfully slow, the jerk starts to yell
Want so bad to punch him in the head like a dinner bell
Feelin depressed, feeling paranoid
If I could just get a job where I could avoid
All these mean people that are everywhere
Even my mean dad likes to blare
So where is heaven cause this sure feels like hell
My only escape it seems is watching sitcoms with women like Nell
Gimme a Break! like the show says
I harken back to the old days when I ate candy like PEZ
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I have the day off today which I am thankful for. There are certainly people with worse days than this. Like George Carlin said, "What do white people have to be blue about? White people have to realize their job is to give people the blues, not to get them."
Internet Set
Google, Amazon, Yahoo and Bing
Search engines with algorithms that swing
Keywords, rankings each tell their own unique tale
of failure or success, with every new sale
Twitter, Google and Facebook matter
Social networking to increase relevant chatter
The Internet is a world of its own
Clicking on links, a habit now grown
Website owners pay for impressions
Others make video sessions
Promotion and advertising are in the lead
Interesting news delivered as a feed
Whatever the topic, be it books or crooks
The Internet delivers all of these, disguised beneath good looks
Sex, drugs, p*dophile
Lunatics searching for juveniles
Harmful beings are on the loose
Bullies are trying to tighten the noose!
Copyright © Brigitte Pace
Search engines with algorithms that swing
Keywords, rankings each tell their own unique tale
of failure or success, with every new sale
Twitter, Google and Facebook matter
Social networking to increase relevant chatter
The Internet is a world of its own
Clicking on links, a habit now grown
Website owners pay for impressions
Others make video sessions
Promotion and advertising are in the lead
Interesting news delivered as a feed
Whatever the topic, be it books or crooks
The Internet delivers all of these, disguised beneath good looks
Sex, drugs, p*dophile
Lunatics searching for juveniles
Harmful beings are on the loose
Bullies are trying to tighten the noose!
Copyright © Brigitte Pace
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I wrote this poem in my spare time.I am naturally a deep thinker and when I was young, the Internet did not exist. Neither did mobile phones for that matter.
I remember black and white TV in my early childhood.
The Internet has opened a new world but in my opinion, there is the good and the bad.
Children are more exposed now than ever before to the negative that social networking sites and the harm they can do when it comes to bullying. This is a very important issue which should be controlled by parents and gpvernment bodies and taken seriously.
Yes, children will lie about their age and many other things to join facebook and other networking sites but they shouldn't be able to until they reach a certain legal age.
Some people have strong characters and simply ignore nasty comments and can handle them. Other people are not so strong and this makes the vulnerable.
There are a lot of scammers and wicked people that will not stop at anything to deceive honest people on dating sites or simply steal personal information to put to bad use.
There is no point in pretending the Internet is all good because we are all intelligent enough to see what is good and what is not.
I hope you enjoy my poem.
Honest Donald
I got into this thing because I'm a blowhard
I like to hear the sound of my own voice
I never intended to win
That's why I said all the outrageous things I did
I made fun of the handicapped
I made fun of women's looks
Am I fun to watch?
You bet I am!
I'm a really good candidate
But I would be a lousy president
Frankly I would hate the job
Don't even get me started on the pay
I made over 700 million dollars just last year
And they want me to take a pay cut to 400,000?
Would I be better than Hillary?
Don't really care to be quite honest
I did give her a lot of money in the past
Because I am one of the many puppet master billionaires
Wanting more for myself and much less for everyone else
I got out of paying over a billion in taxes
And I own casinos
That pretty much sums it up how I really feel about people
People should be treated like cattle
I like to hear the sound of my own voice
I never intended to win
That's why I said all the outrageous things I did
I made fun of the handicapped
I made fun of women's looks
Am I fun to watch?
You bet I am!
I'm a really good candidate
But I would be a lousy president
Frankly I would hate the job
Don't even get me started on the pay
I made over 700 million dollars just last year
And they want me to take a pay cut to 400,000?
Would I be better than Hillary?
Don't really care to be quite honest
I did give her a lot of money in the past
Because I am one of the many puppet master billionaires
Wanting more for myself and much less for everyone else
I got out of paying over a billion in taxes
And I own casinos
That pretty much sums it up how I really feel about people
People should be treated like cattle
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Just having some fun with the election. Only four days left of this entertainment.Karaoke
It's fun to get up there and sing a song
Sometimes to get a laugh
Sometimes to get a laugh without planning on it
My last song was Stan by Eminem
My first karoke song was 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins
My biggest laugh for Adam Sandler's At A Medium Pace
Some songs haven't gone over so well
Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time
Billy Joel's Allentown
I have to admit sometimes I sing a song to mess with the audience
Now I am singing songs that are related to Halloween
My next song will be The Blob
My song after that will be Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
I started singing karaoke in 2001
I have been singing every week since then
I do one song a week at a bar called Brothers on Second
This is in Platteville, Wisconsin
I have sang around 780 songs so far
Sometimes to get a laugh
Sometimes to get a laugh without planning on it
My last song was Stan by Eminem
My first karoke song was 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins
My biggest laugh for Adam Sandler's At A Medium Pace
Some songs haven't gone over so well
Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time
Billy Joel's Allentown
I have to admit sometimes I sing a song to mess with the audience
Now I am singing songs that are related to Halloween
My next song will be The Blob
My song after that will be Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
I started singing karaoke in 2001
I have been singing every week since then
I do one song a week at a bar called Brothers on Second
This is in Platteville, Wisconsin
I have sang around 780 songs so far
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I sing every day in my car. If I had a house I would sing much more, but apartments don't work too well as I like to sing really loud. Most of my songs are pop songs and I try to taylor them to the holidays.
Black Friday
Black Friday, well what can i really say.
It's a bargain, the price humanity does pay.
Kicking and punching to save a penny or two.
Augments a plenty, in the disorderly queue.
It's mine, i got my hands on it first.
You son of a b*tch is then often cursed.
A world full of luxury, yet many have nothing.
While those that want more, their pockets they're stuffing.
A materialistic money grabbing idea was born.
While in reality it's the demise of morals we mourn.
It's not the needy that's rushing to get what they need.
It's the greedy and their addiction they must feed.
So my thoughts on this whole black Friday deal.
There are no savings that to me will appeal.
Just another tear i shall cry for our human race.
As yet again our behaviour is a total disgrace.
I hope all you wealthy business men are happy at last.
For the shadow on humanity you have greedily cast.
More money in your pockets, more shares in the bank.
For the death of another day, we all know who to thank.
It's a bargain, the price humanity does pay.
Kicking and punching to save a penny or two.
Augments a plenty, in the disorderly queue.
It's mine, i got my hands on it first.
You son of a b*tch is then often cursed.
A world full of luxury, yet many have nothing.
While those that want more, their pockets they're stuffing.
A materialistic money grabbing idea was born.
While in reality it's the demise of morals we mourn.
It's not the needy that's rushing to get what they need.
It's the greedy and their addiction they must feed.
So my thoughts on this whole black Friday deal.
There are no savings that to me will appeal.
Just another tear i shall cry for our human race.
As yet again our behaviour is a total disgrace.
I hope all you wealthy business men are happy at last.
For the shadow on humanity you have greedily cast.
More money in your pockets, more shares in the bank.
For the death of another day, we all know who to thank.
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
I was having a bit of a rant at the sad materialistic world we live inMonsters Among Us
Hillary Clinton
Donald Trump
Coworkers at every job I ever had
My parents
Kids at school
Companies that pay less than the minimum wage anywhere in the world
p*dophile
Trolls on the internet
Bad teachers
Deadbeat dads
People shooting other people in Chicago, Dallas, and many other cities
Corrupt cops who use drones
Politicians who sells out their citizens in the name of greed
Drunk drivers
Abusive husbands
Abusive wives
Bad bosses
Companies who ship jobs away to other cities or countries
People on welfare who could work, but would rather steal
Landlords
Drug dealers
Pimps
Sex trade trafficers
Donald Trump
Coworkers at every job I ever had
My parents
Kids at school
Companies that pay less than the minimum wage anywhere in the world
p*dophile
Trolls on the internet
Bad teachers
Deadbeat dads
People shooting other people in Chicago, Dallas, and many other cities
Corrupt cops who use drones
Politicians who sells out their citizens in the name of greed
Drunk drivers
Abusive husbands
Abusive wives
Bad bosses
Companies who ship jobs away to other cities or countries
People on welfare who could work, but would rather steal
Landlords
Drug dealers
Pimps
Sex trade trafficers
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
This list goes on and on, there are so many bad people out there doing so many really bad things. I was listening to Jill Stein debate Hillary and Trump on the internet, she was banned from tv.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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