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 Canadian Geese
As the wild geese migrate back to the great north
To nest and have there young
The sky over head is filled with a wonders sight
It’s as if God has put them on display for all to see
Its breath taking and amazing to watch them in flight
Flying in a formation that only they understand
They fill the sky with there beauty and grace
There wings can spread as far as five feet
And they can fly at an altitude of a thousand feet
As I sit and watch them a smile comes to my face
How lucky I am each year in the spring
To see my beautiful great feathered friends
I know ill be watching for them in the fall
When they fly back south at the first fall of snow


I have been watching them for
More than 40 years
Thank you God for such a wonderful gift

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
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Today, August 15 is our independence day
We are Indians very proud about it
We honor our three colored flag
We are happy to be in a magical country
With 28 states, 18 languages
6400 castes
6 ethnic groups
29 major festivals
But one country…India.
We respect others from out of India
For the best co operation with us in all means…
We love India….

I watch the world denial
Like drones they slave for life
Like a computer program infected with errors
Forgetting what is right

Brainwashed by the tube
And fed the lies they feed
Never question the men in power
Or their lust for fascist greed

One lie after another
Big smiles with shirt and tie
Repression of political opposition
Blind sheep cant see us cry

A new world order to save the globe
To give us a better world...
Never telling us the true agenda
That their order is meant for control

The iron fist shadows Earth
But we all play into their dream
Control of the masses
By a socialist regime

Carry on now living?
And hold your head up high
But be sure to clean your window
To watch our species die

Why we forgot to love sincere?
Why we forgot to enjoy by little things
In this society our souls are stolen
By worries and money and pleasures of body.

Why we forgot to be romantic?
To not afraid to show some feelings
Why we forgot to look in mirror
And to be ourselves without mask
Or double personality.

Why we forgot this life is short
And when we pass away ,we don't take
Nothing with us ,we just go how we came
But we can take with us one thing
Our memory of the nice feelings
If we lived them intensly here.

Kalei dos cope
Tres cope
Fours cope
On floors cope
Du jour’s cope
And more cope
And more cope
Or free… …
…to cope
three cope
four cope
on floor cope
or more cope
yes more cope
no(,) more cope
or free?(…)

Greed

Just outside, cool grass under my feet
The smell of orchids pungent, but sweet
The stars above look so bright
Look like beacons in the night
A glass of wine, a simple stroll
These are what soothe my troubled soul
Keeps me safe from stress of life
Allows me to sleep well at night
Not all can see the simple path
They make a choice, leave before the aftermath
Who cares about what happens tomorrow
As long as today, there is no sorrow
Rape the land need to feed
Life driven by simple greed
Don’t care what will happen to the most
As long the accolades for me they toast
These are the things that most will treasure
Material possessions not simple pleasure
How shallow are the well conceived
Mix with ones driven by greed
Worship their god who preaches about wealth
Then practice their trade with lies and stealth
Take down the innocent, take down the old
Got no morals, but look at my gold


Jeff09

War On Want

Look at war, if that is your taste
and deny to me that it is a human waste,
not war of battles and killing and dying
but war of want and suffering and trying!

Because survival is life's only real aim
for rich or for poor the end is the same,
yet if this is true, why so much greed
when people grab more than they need?

While people like you and people like me
smugly sit on the fence and refuse to see
the war on want that goes on everywhere
simply saying "I'm glad I'm not there!"

sonofadam

A Question From The Somme

“Could it be that if we were to write our words in blood
about a battle’s no man’s land within the fields of mud,
and so create a path for modern spiritual trespassers
to seek the many innocent souls individual signatures
haunting a country’s cold communal foreigners grave
kept for the silent lives Staff Orders so willingly gave,
would we not give cause for new warmongers to yield
and not practice their trade upon another killing field?”

sonofadam

The sickness lies inside
Eating as it hides
Until I come undone
And only It presides

Changes never known
Slowly start to bleed
I scream into silence
As your foolish' breed

Twisted tails spun from Desecration
We're losing our nation
For ignorance has taken it's toll

We try to deny it
By lying about it
Power is as precious as gold

The wheels keep on turning
The coal keeps on burning
Yet no one is learning
To read between the lines

The nation is 'perfect'
But no one could expect
The treachery to which we're confined

Enormous contingencies
Lies made from companies
Consumers stay diseased
By the amusement of their brainwashing

By casual choice
We make rejoice
In the obesity of our children

While others still cry
As they watch others die
From illness and starvation.