Even If It Kills
He was thought of as great.
Even though he embellished those times,
And exaggerated his own self importance.
Stealing most of his concepts from someone else.
That human trait will never change.
Today honesty is scrutinized and found to be repulsive.
Thieves and priests are on the same mission...
To dupe and pray they are not caught for their transgressions.
And if they are?
So what!
Shakespeare was considered one who depicted his time brilliantly.
Even though it is debated he 'was' who he 'is'...
Or 'is' who he 'was'.
Making great fun of royalty...
Government and those in high positions.
With men playing all the roles.
Was he gay and outcast?
Today men still play all the roles.
And even though they are observed doing it...
No one seems to want to take credit for the mess.
They wish to address it as something else other that what it is!
Downsizing was 'introduced' as a way to say,
'We don't need you here!
Get up. Get out. And here is your pink slip! '
Outsourcing?
Another way to say,
'We could care less about your needs!
We are greedy filthy pigs.
And you've been used! '
Stimulus Package?
This one that is the most brilliant of all deceptions!
'We are experiencing a 'lull' at the moment.
Certain of our 'markets' have begun to show a sign of weakness.
Therefore, we have come to ask you to help us tweak those areas,
With a little spending money.
Forget about losing your homes, your jobs and self respect.
Those are only momentary conditions.
And one day forgotten considerations.
You will be rewarded in heaven for your sacrifices.
Right now we wish for you to take what we give...
To give back to us,
To ensure you...
We know absolutely nothing!
And hopefully by going through these motions...
You will not notice the fools we have made you! '
Does any of this sound familiar?
It should.
There is an acceptance of deception.
People have become obsessed with being deceived.
It's like having a diet coke!
Isn't it still coke?
So you drink a case and convince yourself you're losing weight!
What is life without a few contradictions?
We are are a 'Do what we say not as we do' type of people.
And criticize those who mock our ways.
Nothing has been changed since Shakespeare's days.
Except...
People have become far more critical.
They choose not to have their blatant self destructions,
Perceived as 'blatant self destructions'.
They prefer to have them thought as 'slight adjustments...
Of a perfect outlook not working now!
But given time it will! '
Even if it kills.
The thrill of it will be remembered! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell It Like It Is
(chorus)
I jus' a tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' a tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got to be blatant in this time
Jus' like I know 1 + 1 no make 9 (repeat)
Now what was I saying about being blatant
You got to be blatant in an argument
You got to make sure your feelings are felt
Perfect example for you from me
Watch lying politicians me seh on me t.v.
Pay big big money for the licence fee
(at the same time them a try fi fool we) (repeat)
(chorus)
I jus' tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got ....
I've got to be blatant in this time
Now let me tell me more about being blantant
You got to be blatant me seh
With product you invent
If you don't patent it
You nah see a cent
You have no money fi go pay up your rent
If you crash fi your car
Or you in an accident
If it's not your fault you be blatant
(chorus)
I jus' tell it like it is, yeah
I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah
I've got ....
Now I get serious about being blatant
Police come and mess with me pon the pavement
They say oi' where you going, what you doing here?
I just leave mi house fi go buy a tin of beer
Another example of being blatant
South africa police a kill the innocent
Fire live ammunition me seh into a crowd
If that's not blatant murder
Then murder can't be found (repeat)
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Ub40
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Preference For Distance
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
I was extremely young,
When I was introduced to independence.
Even younger than that...
When I discovered I was emotionally alone.
You see...
I was raised not to be babied.
I don't recall being hugged or cuddled.
And the young women that I married...
Were younger still in their minds.
I guess during those days,
We all were trying hard to find roles to play.
Somewhere to feel comfortable enough to stay.
It is not that I am controlling.
I am self assured.
It is not that I 'think' I know everything.
I've been made aware of watching my own back.
And being accountable for my own actions.
My tolerance level sometimes is nonexistent.
And most times I realize I have a preference for distance.
I was not always this way.
It developed with a consciousness,
That became increasingly disgusted...
With the acceptance of deception.
Some may call this 'standoffish' behavior anti-social.
I call it surviving a dysfunctional past I care not to revisit.
And today...
That's all people want to do.
Discuss a past as if those times were the best times lived.
And I already know those are lies!
Why should I live to outdo those who choose to lie?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Things Go Better With Coke #1
Orbison/dees
Roy orbison wants to get together again
Baby, how it hurts to break up, but its so much fun to make up
Lets do the things we used to do, you love me and I love you
Lets talk again, joke again lets get together for a coke again
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Lets relive the date that we just broke, our favorite cafe, the special of the day
The jukebox playing, things go better with coke
Well, waiter, waiter, treat us right, you remember what we like
Shes back again, by my side again, waiter, we want to feel alive again
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
I;m glad we kept the date we almost broke, our favorite cafe, the special of the day
The jukebox playing, things go better with coke
(spoken) you never get tired of its taste coke after coke
Things go better with coke #2
Orbison/dees
Roy orbison takes a break
Stayed out too late, at work at eight, dont wanna wait for that ten o clock break
Big man, if you can, let me go for a coke right now
For things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Ill get caught up if youll let me stop for a coke, a big tall frosty ice cold bottle of coke
Fun goes better with, food goes better with, people go better with coke
The real live one puts extra fun in you and everything you do
Big man, let me take a five minute break, things go better with coke, things go better with coke
(spoken) sometimes on big jobs I drink coke after coke after coke
And I never get tired of the taste
Yeah, things go better with coke
Things go better with coke #3
Orbison/dees
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Life is fun when youre refreshed and coke refreshes you the best, ah-ah
Fun goes better with, food goes better with, people go better with coke
The real live one puts extra fun in you and everything you do
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Life is fun when youre refreshed and coke refreshes you the best
So things go better with coca cola, yeah, things go better with coke
Things go better with coke #4
Orbison/dees
C-o-c-a c-o-l-a
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Life is much more fun when youre refreshed
Food goes better with, fun goes better with, you go better with coke
The real live one puts extra fun in you and everything you do
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with
Things go better with coke
C-o-c-a c-o-l-a
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with.....coke
Things go better with coke #5
Orbison/dees
C-o-c-a c-o-l-a
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with coke
Life is much more fun when youre refreshed
Food and fun and you go better with
Things go better with coca cola, things go better with.....coke
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Lies To All
I have lied to friends' number of times
Sheer lies to parents more often or several times
This was developed from childhood days
When I found that this was simple and easy way
I may simply look bad in people's eye
They may look with scant respect and ask why?
I did not give serious thought to this matter
I wanted to do something different and better
It was simple joy to have convinced others
There was no immediate gain to garner
Yet it developed bad habit and continued
I went on adding new ideas and constantly reviewed
I felt great when someone was easily deceived
I found more elated when saw that it was well received
'Oh God, how fool these people are' I felt proud
It was matter to be personally greeted and proclaimed loud
No one gave me any feed back later or in between
I was going on smoothly and scored easy win
But people were not fool as I understood
I came to know later on that I was most hated person in neighborhood
They observed decency even when it was known
They also knew very well that I must be disowned
Still they let me go on with bad pursuit
With only one satisfaction that I was undesired and totally misfit
Today I have everything but no self respect
They receive me well but avoid reacting
Offer no argument and retire silently
I will then go off from the scene gently
One should resort to lies only in extreme situation
But should not be preferred with its continuation
It makes man totally unreliable and untrustworthy
People reject him any time when he actually needs sympathy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Change...
i've had half a dozen
or more sets of people
come in today talking
about going back to a
more self-sufficient
lifestyle...
people paying off their
accounts, not making purchases.
people buying pigs, chickens,
goats... going to plant
big gardens.
this has been going on for
the last month ot two.
people watching the gas situation,
the rise of food prices.. sky
high electric bills...
young people moving back in
with their families... old
people going back to old ways.
we are not as blind as our
government would like to believe.
lies and illusions wont cut
it anymore.
too much debt, too much corruption,
too much greed... and they try
to silence anyone who raises a
voice in opposition.
things have to change. it cannot
go on the way it is. the only
hope we have is to become less
dependent on government, on the
choices of the elite, on society...
let our dependence be in our families,
in ourselves, and in each other.
forget about wants, and meet needs.
to change...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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VnA
Today as I sat
I thought of you
I thought of the days
When you and I sat
At that very place
Watching local artists play
On any given day
When you and I would “bond”
Today I realized
It’s quite a shame
That pride could take that away
Only when you lose
What you enjoy most
You realize its importance and value
Today as I sat
Thinking of those days
I remembered the fun I had
Today I had such fun
But you weren’t there
Today I had such fun
With someone who may never care the way you do
Today I had such fun
But I now know it can never compare
(For Dad)
20081018©
poem by Iveri Blak
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Defective Beliefs
Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.
Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?
Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.
And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.
To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.
People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.
The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Go Ask Your Grandmother
When time comes to replace the old,
With new adventures to address...
Those who are much younger,
Aren't familiar with those 'old' days...
Gone to reminisce to remember them,
Blissfully as perfect in ways to embellish...
By those romanticizing what today they miss.
As if they did not take them 'then' for granted,
With a wish to skip over them to dismiss...
As quickly as they came to leave to be gone!
'Grandpa?
How do you remember your childhood? '
~A lot of stupid people doing stupid stuff.
To leave their stupid mess to be cleaned up,
By those stupid enough to do it.~
'But grandma says,
Those were the best times of her life.
And she is reminded of it,
At least two or three times a week.'
~She did?
Well...
She must be talking about those times,
When stupid people weren't around...
To assist us to get you here.
And every moment we can get,
Incredibly enough...
Is still a pleasure.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Be patient.
You'll discover that on your own.~
'Will I like it? '
~You will.
As long as you don't enjoy too much of doing it,
With stupid people.
I was lucky to find chemistry.~
'I HATE chemistry.
It's too hard.
I sweat through it all the time.'
~That's the only thing that 'still',
Keeps me liking it.~
'What do you mean by that? '
~Go ask your grandmother.
She will agree.
The sweating done is the best part,
To deliver just what is needed.
For us it is.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A washout
mass weapon
of destructions
one thing evil
Saddam did not
lie about was
his weapon of
mass destructions
hilary, bush
how could
Great America
make such a
blunder? a lie
that blasted
through Iraq land
to hurt the human
psyche the weight of
weapon of mass
destructions
and now to make it
an even bigger
laughing matter
one is seeking to be
president
and the other
telling the next
president to
stick it out
a washout
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Merry Christmas Wish
My Merry Christmas Wish
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted Jan.5 2009
At one time their was an Santa Clause
Today people are greedy even selfish
over money made by man to make more money,
Even over land will fight to their death
When the land was never theirs in the first place,
It is mother earths land and the animals even mammals with fishes.
So how can people believe in Santa Clause all they want to do is take.
At one time we believed in flying reindeer
today people have no courtesy or want to be friendly,
They are ignorant even self indulged into themselves
Thinking this is my money or my land even my car.
So how can people believe in flying reindeer.
At one time we made snow angels
Today people say you will get dirty,
Or that it is childish to make snow angels
Because people have no imagination anymore,
So the mammals with fish have clean water to live.
So how can people want to make snow angels.
At one time we put up a real or fake Christmas Tree
Today people say lets not decorate this year,
But when it comes to cutting down forests
even rain forests it perfectly ok in doing that,
So the animals with birds do not have a home.
So how can people want a Christmas Tree.
At one time we where given gifts
Today people are forced to give you gifts,
They think you need to earn them or not get them at all
The gifts I think we need is a clean earth, the land,
The sea, the air we breath even the water we drink
We do not need a brown earth, but a green clean earth,
With no wars, no starving people, no people living on the street
We need free medical care even housing the best education.
So how can people give gifts.
At one time we filled hung stockings
Today people just keep them in the closet,
I guess people forgot how to fill them?
So did I pull the stocking over you?
So what is the philosophy here?
poem by Lori Triggs
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Counting Dollars Clocked For My Efforts
I've heard it said,
But not as often these days.
How I had it made.
And others 'have' to work.
Although today,
There is an economic crisis.
And many passing their judgements,
Are not so free to critique.
With a shutting done of their lips.
And I use to let these comments upset.
But I stopped recently to think to myself...
They could not be referring to me.
Because I've been working all my life.
Doing things that I like.
And not having the benefit to call in sick.
None of which,
Affords me the time to sit doing nothing.
Or to complain to anyone,
About getting no pay!
As they...
Those in positions to complain AND get paid,
Take money and run on their pay day.
With the doing of one thing most of their lives.
And have the time to mind someone else's business!
Well...
With many today hoping those pink slips given,
From them look the other way!
And if I wished to have a position like that,
I wouldn't be spending sleepless nights...
Toiling as I do something I like.
I'd be spending time entertaining myself.
Or find the time to dine.
Ruining my diet with an unnecessary appetite.
Sitting to gossip about someone's life.
And here I am after many years...
Without the benefit,
Of lunch breaks and two weeks of paid vacations.
While doing fourty five minutes of daily labor!
To then say how easy someone else has it!
Don't we all make choices?
I can't be the only one who remembers this!
So fortunate I am to count my blessings.
Even though there has been times I wished,
I was counting dollars clocked for my efforts.
I'd have a condo on Jupiter by now!
But...
God has my back.
And so grateful I am for that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaders Of The Neighborhood
Why didn't they move on?
Accept reality for what it is.
Instead of paying ridiculous amounts of money,
To have their own homes torn down?
'Someone came around a few years ago,
With a plan to convince them...
If they threatened to do this,
The people would get the hint...
And beg them to stay.
To do whatever they wished in the neighborhood.'
Well...
Hopefully they have learned a lesson.
'Apparently not from what is being observed.
Because those very same people,
Have organized themselves.
To protest the others...
Until they are welcomed back.'
That is nonsense.
It is obvious the people,
Were delighted they did that.
'Nonsense?
That's crazy!
Now they are petitioning the local government,
And have begun an advertising campaign...
To enforce the people into believing,
Without their influence as leaders...
The entire neighborhood,
Would be a place no one would desire to live.'
It is amazing what people will do,
To inflict their delusions on others.
'I'm glad you said that.
But today?
Many more are seeing,
Who has been initiating the conflicts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perfect
Clinging to a hope
Dust that makes me choke
A tiny piece of dirt
Happiness assured can't be too far
Can't be too hard
Traction having slipped
I think I've lost my grip, mine
But not for long, mine
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Down falls
Down hurts me much less
So good, so good
So perfect like
How could, how could, how could you try
What for, what for, what better life
Once more, once more it all slips by me...again by me
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground
Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing once more
Put it in a package of perfect like
Leave it in package of perfect size
Never opened up and it can't slip by
It all slips by
song performed by by Ultraspank
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No Option...
I used to watch the news
but it's too depressing
listening to people
with good jobs
telling me
to hang in there.
'Make a plan'
Talking to people
Who Iost their job
are losing a house
can't fix their car..
people who's
credit cards
lay dead in the wallet.
people who got letters
saying sorry but.
the retirement fund
is gone
(the company 'lost' it all..)
Yep,
their advice is welcome
everyone's making some plans...
They don't forward unemployment.
gotta have a address.
gotta have a car
gotta have a phone.
gotta have all that
or you got problems.
Fancy people with jobs
look in the camera
like robots....
Offering advice.
on how to cut back
how to survive
In spite of it all..
They never seem
to 'get it'..
They go there
but they ain't
'been there.'
But The fear
in their eyes
the shaking of hands...
can not be hidden.
it's come a time
when anyone can be
cheaply replaced.
no job is secure.
we can all hit the wall.
& the more people make
the further they'll fall.
poem by Connetta Jean
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coke balls
Please, listen everybody
I want to tell you about a candy
That I bought today
And I call this “Coke Balls” and it will make you say
“Wow! This is the best candy that I’ve ever tasted
It taste so good when it’s in my mouth while I’m rolling it around and gets melted”
But be careful when you put it down your throat
Because you might get choke
When your about to eat this coke balls
Don’t swallow it all
You got to put in your mouth
And roll it around wait till it melts out
A little bit, and then you can put it down your throat
Now you won’t get choke, then you’re going to have fun eating my coke
My coke balls, oh my coke balls
You can swallow it all
When is melted a little bit so you won’t get choke
Go have my coke balls, my coke
My coke balls
This is my funny disgusting sexpoem. I'm sorry for the people who's not going to like this but i'm just joking about this. I'm sorry again
poem by Monino Martin
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Political Upheaval
A man on a mission
Our we even listening
Can we hear our children screaming
Can we hear the bombs bursting across this great ocean
How do we show devotion
In such a crazy commotion
Write letters
Make poster boards
March and throw smoke grenades across Pennsylvania avenue
Demand the government listens to its people
Its a harsh reality
No one said this gonna be fun or easy
But in the end maybe we would feel a little better
About yourself and other
We our the people
We run the show
No matter if the politician says so
His propaganda just makes me sick
Its just another ponsey scam
Another bad dream
Feeling so ripped off
Losing all our jobs
For the illegal immigrant who just came here
A working visa
Its time to relieve us
We will become the four horseman of death
At this rate
Keep it up and it will crumble
If you go to far to the left or right
There has to be a guiding light
The darkness comes before the twightlight
A sniper looking down his gun through his sight
Waiting for the green light
Getting paid to stay out of it
It a fight against the enemy with in
Give credit to some hick
Hey he's a confederate
So southern
Theirs definitely a division
A society blind with no vision
Attack each other because of simple differences
That really mean nothing to the average American
We are really all just trying to make a living
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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