Socialistic Certainty
A socialistic certainty is in process!
Similar to a republic...
Few understood.
Although pledging an allegiance to it.
And democracy as it has been defended,
Only protected those,
In exclusive capitalistic greed.
Devastating a global economy.
That has leeched too long on foreign lands...
To depict those living on them,
As feared enemies.
As crooks of all kinds,
Lay their gluttonous behinds...
Wining and dining on fancy yachts,
Feasting and doing...
What they damn well please.
While those who are left...
In hunger and pitifulness,
Find within themselves...
How best to be more politically correct!
And doing it,
On their hands and knees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Allegiance
From the very beginning,
Their scheme was a hoax.
And those who did not pledge to it...
Were harrassed and provoked.
And through the years,
This 'republic' still stands...
With little of its integrity left.
And liars still in command.
And the flag that represents,
This symbolic mock of democracy.
Unites only those whose eyes are shut closed.
With beliefs they uphold something of value,
That exists.
But those who are thieves...
Have only used the image of it,
To oppress and steal...
And harness a fulfillment,
Of their greediness.
'How can you say that about this fine democracy? '
Trust me...
I am very loyal 'and' patriotic,
With an allegiance to a flag pledged.
I know I've stated my allegiance
Has been to a republic.
But is this 'dichotomy' a democracy...
To which my devotion has been applied!
Or 'who' exactly benefits from my conformity?
And which group of liars,
Should my efforts really criticize?
I don't want to let none of my 'hoodwinkitis'
To go to waste just to be left bamboozled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Postmodern Light
If you don't support ‘progress’
You're not politically correct
Though often it is pure foulness
A perfect product of the imperfect.
If you believe in freedom
Yes, you're politically correct
But one's liberty is another's serfdom
Power in the hand of the elect.
If you're not a feminist
You're not politically correct
So do not swing your fist
Even when you are erect.
Your values and tradition
Are politically correct, perhaps,
If your divorces keep going on
Imbued with other family mishaps.
If you're not a ‘postmodern’
You're not politically correct
So just raise high your lantern
And irradiate for stage effect.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Politically Correct
If you sing out Baa Baa Blacksheep,
It will have a terrible effect,
Who tells us that this song is bad,
The Politically Correct.
Enter our country illegally,
Then show us no respect,
Will we send you straight back, no,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
We're told not to smack our children,
As their minds it will affect,
That is why they run amok,
Thanks,
The Politically Correct.
If you have a criminal mind,
Then join a violent sect,
We won't hold this against you,
We're,
Politically Correct.
If you break in to a house or bank,
Your booty to collect,
We'll put you up if you get caught,
That's,
Politically Correct.
If you're addicted to illegal drugs,
We'll rush in to protect,
We'll say you are a poor wee soul, why?
It's,
Politically Correct.
You can take cocaine and smoke your hash,
Illegal drugs you can inject,
We're not allowed to stop you because,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
If you say Shhhh! Black or White,
Then I'm afraid you can expect,
To be told you're out of order by,
The Politically Correct.
How dare you celebrate Christmas,
That's a time we must all reject,
All Christians are now redundant,
Who says?
The Politically Correct.
We must now rewrite our history,
Our past must now be checked,
We cannot say we won the war,
It's not,
Politically Correct.
Politicians the world over,
Have their fiddles go unchecked,
Why? Because they make the rules,
They're,
The Politically Correct.
Terrorists murder ever day,
On our system this does reflect,
Are we allowed to hang them, no,
We must be,
Politically Correct.
If we try to deport these murdering scum,
We're told we must not neglect,
The fact we're placing them in danger,
That's not,
Politically Correct.
If we hurt their feelings and make them cry,
We must forget those lives they wrecked,
Try to be understanding,
It's,
Politically Correct.
We spend millions on interpreters,
But we're not allowed to object,
We can't force them to speak our dialogue,
Say,
The Politically Correct.
The government now want to seek me out,
I know now that I must defect,
For what I've put in writing's not,
‘' Politically Correct''
Let's Just Drop the Subject!
We pledge an allegiance to a flag.
And to a 'republic' for which it stands.
With liberty and justice for all!
'Hey...
It's like those blue dogs,
Fighting with right winged conservatives.
Or those of third party inclinations,
Who say they are neither democrat or republican.
And the federal reserve created by the Rothchilds...
Controlling every dime every where on Earth! '
Those are unpatriotic statements!
Delivered from the lips...
Of a nonconformist militant.
'Oh please!
I guess the next thing you will say,
Is that our cherished democracy is a socialistic movement.
That threatens our way of life?
Although we pledge ourselves today,
To an understanding that a sovereign state...
Ruled by representatives of a widely inclusive electorate.
And the term republic...
Formerly denoted a form of government,
That was both free from hereditary or monarchical rule? '
WHY are you attempting to be specific,
When propaganda has been our ideal way of life?
What has been documented has already been determined to be flawed.
And what is the problem with a bit of fantasizing?
'We must protect 'our' interests!
Whatever they are.
Or 'today' may be!
Folks are beginning to become alarmed,
By the fact that our president may not be a nationalized citizen.
And once every year...
People spend millions decorating their homes,
Streets and businesses on Christmas!
Waiting for Santa Claus to arrive.
And nowhere in the Bible is this man mentioned! '
We pledge an allegiance to a flag.
And fantasies of all kinds.
So what is the big deal?
This has nothing to do with honesty and truth.
That's why we have laws!
'Geeesssshh!
Let's just dropp the subject!
I'm already feeling violated.'
Is that mentally?
Or physically?
Why are you looking at me like that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crisis Intervention
If it was never what it was.
Quilled in ink,
To seep in sacred parchment.
Or upheld as it should have been,
With ideals to reach.
And keep as an objective...
As a mindset for all to respect.
Why are those now saying...
A way of life victimized,
By their own blindness...
Has been threatened.
To become a socialistic one.
From a 'republic'!
No one stood to honor.
And striking within those...
Stunned by the prospects of change.
When the opportunists have been few...
To totally abuse a concept defaced.
And depleted the many into an economic abyss.
To leave them screaming about the advantages,
Of a democracy envisioned to entertain...
That has outsourced their way of life.
Every aspect of it!
With goods they use,
Produced on foreign soil.
And manufactured to their specifications!
For many generations kept spoiled...
By the imports of cheap oil.
The luxuries of pomp and gluttony,
Heads into tempestuous winds!
The only thing left that seems to have existing value,
And praised as a badge of courage...
Is the respect they maintain for what remains,
Of a much hyped propaganda.
And the successive use of hypocritical rhetoric.
Pledged and obeyed.
Now promoted as crisis intervention!
In an effort to save a self serving...
Conservative greed.
Never mentioned as a format for success.
But is worshipped on every college campus.
Yet masked by theft, corruption and deceit!
A path paved by materialistic meanderings.
Polished by qualities they fed to bleed others.
With a blatant silkened fist.
Although to their neglect and misfortunes...
Coming for them to an end,
With embarrassments attached.
Without matched pretensions to introduce,
Such a swift unexpected death...
Of those 'capitalistic' rights believed,
And studied with self righteousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Pledge of Allegiance
We Pledge allegiance to a Flag, symbolizing liberty and justice for all~Proclaiming one nation under God, yet we help other countries fall.
With power and weapons for justice we sing~while death, pain, and sorry is all that we bring. To the republic for which it stands~this Flag should fly high in many lands.
A mask created using Gods name, I look at our country and sometime feel shame. Liberty and justice for all we do say, while war is our solution we kill everyday.
We send our children to war seeking global democracy~In Gods name, we do say this should not be. Nationwide cries, screams for Mercy, who has the power? The land of the FREE!
Is this justice I ask, that we are fighting for, or legalized slavery forever more.
We pledge our allegiance to a flag, symbolizing liberty and justice for all~One Nation for which it stands should include all countries big and small.
As you wave your flag with a gun in your hand~the pledge I shall make is to the creator of this land. I pledge my allegiance to God up above; and pray that someday your Pledge will mean love.
*I know at times war is necessary; however It still hurts my heart to see so much sadness, pain, destruction, and violence! It is time for change...Many blessing and prayers for all of our soldiers, and their families.
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What is democracy?
They said that the government of the people,
By the people and for the people, remarkable,
Democracy in many countries of third world,
Derived from aimless policies and controversies untold,
People on the street hope for the better tomorrow,
As the tomorrow, their hope never comes true,
Is Painting the finger once in a few years the democracy?
Is carrying the placards with empty stomach a liberty?
Are the indebted human tied with the voiceless economical stump?
When people having nothing, they have the voice,
When people everything, they have a voice with no noise.
Human are made dump for they not want to lose their properties,
Human are made to be tolerant, when they are kept vertical,
Human are confused with capitalistic democracy,
Human are not comfortable with socialistic democracy,
What is the meaning for democracy,
when the mind and the body are controlled?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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But It Is to Your Interests
'We are against him.
He proposes to redistribute the wealth.
And that is not our interests.'
Oh?
But it is to your interests,
To maintain a drain on the economy
With trillions of dollars...
To give to a few,
With hypocritical views...
You campaign to keep.
To rescue with a 'bailout'
In a brainwashing of those who follow,
Standards and values that deplete them of reality!
'He wishes to inflict upon us socialistic values! '
And you...
Wish to keep those in need.
As you continue feeding your greed!
In a democracy that bleeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indulged By Extravagance
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced with fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
And detriment free!
Able to do what we wish and please.
While feeding on an ignorance,
Indulged by extravagance.
As we pass judgements with glee.
Haven't we all been hypnotized,
By a way of life,
We believe produces jealousy.
And now we find we are behind the times.
With a feasting of our gluttony...
Causing a democracy,
To bleed from an endless greed.
With a desire that reality,
Is a delusion someday will go away!
With a dose of sugar.
And lots of forget-me-nots...
Haven't we all been induced,
With fantasy?
Feeling 'exclusive'
That our needs we feed,
Are detriment free!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakable Certainty
Those who have decided,
To annoint themselves 'The Chosen People'
With a dictation of policy for humanity to follow...
Must not be getting any sleep these days.
Since their hypocriticisms,
Are creating nose bleeds all over the place...
From the fast opening of once closed tight,
Closeted doors...
Those self righteous hid behind.
And they are finding themselves on foreign shores,
Assisting in the spreading of more of their havoc.
And those of other cultures and beliefs,
Are showing with unmistakable certainty...
They've have had it with philosophies,
Deceived with racist bigotries.
With a wish their 'interests' would disappear,
From their lands with purposes to pillage their resources.
Clever disceptions are no longer embraced to feed exclusive greed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribes Descendent
Peaceful!
With the purity,
Of the heavens above them then.
They would gather in harmony.
And respect those divisions.
Each speaking in languages understood.
Natives of a land long claimed.
Natives of a land from under them renamed.
Peaceful!
Tribes descendent...
Of Chinese, African and Aztec hues.
Fulfilling lives blessed,
From Sunrise to Sunset.
Until unrest came upon them to upset.
By settlers protesting...
In a collective reason to rid themselves,
From those they chose to welcome first!
To then declare them enemies and terrorists.
With a confiscation done of their resources.
To quench the greed of a gluttonous thirst.
In a slaughterous genocide that took place.
And this is not scripted,
From fantasized beginnings!
But the ending of these strategies,
Will find a more sudden and diplomatic change.
One perhaps not totally accepted.
But one definitely 'encouraged' to believe in!
Since the consequences to be left...
Will not be painted against pretty sunsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hardworkers Not Crooks
Hardworkers,
Not crooks.
Were those I knew,
Who raise early my beliefs.
Maybe perhaps a few of them were thieves.
But none showed me,
An abandonment of greed was fed publicly.
Whatever it took,
To accomplish any deed...
The satisfaction was in the doing.
And not at the expense,
Instilled in my integrity.
Materialism and other 'isms'
Of all kinds.
Was never on my agenda.
Or made to prioritize in my mind.
I needed to keep my identity defined.
And hardworkers not crooks,
Made sure that discovery was not hard for me to find!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So In My Travels...
To go through the steps,
Just to qualify myself deserving
Of receiving a paycheck...
Has never set well,
With my personal philosophy.
There should be more to one's existence,
Than an exploitation to salivate...
In the licking of fingers and lips,
After dining and wining at an exclusive...
Invitation only gluttonous feast.
It's much like performing a service,
In the military.
I was there because of patriotism.
Not because I wanted to learn,
Acts of discipline.
Even though many lessons were taught.
Besides defense mechanisms.
I admit I have issues,
With those who seek college degrees.
Most of them skipping a service in the military.
Only to earn a degree to seek high paying salaries.
With no commitment to leave an impression...
On others with the teaching of skills to please.
And those of military experience,
Have much to offer.
And...
With a commitment unquestioned in existence
So in my travels...
I observe those of devoted integrities,
Demoted to obscurities and judgements passed.
As those of a self righteousness defend their travesties.
And this as seen is very clear to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Close Down Parole Boards
We have a great political problem, into which we should delve,
How to shut down all our soft parole boards by twenty twelve,
The justice system has been bent by them to help criminal crooks,
Freed and paroled prisoners cause problems and this is much worse than it looks.
Every left-wing political lobbyist will jump up and down,
Screaming that this or that is not right and wearing a frown,
And many legal-aid lawyers will likely throw a fit,
Claiming that this proposal is outrageous and wont help a bit.
So we have to find a politician who will lead the way,
Someone not afraid to keep the left-wing criminals at bay,
We need someone to put us back where we were, on the right track,
Away from the politically correct so-call do-good pack.
poem by James Bredin
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A Far Greater Threat
More of a threat to human existence than the economic recession is the ozone hole in the sky
That scientists claim is growing bigger as the years go by
Caused by carbon emissions that cause Global warming by experts we have been told
The climate is warming even in Lands known to be cold.
Compared to climate change economic recession as a problem seems small
To human existence on the Planet the greatest challenge of all
Is Global warming which we know is Worldwide
Due to our greed for material gain we've put Nature offside.
This World is for us to live in not for to destroy
For the future generation every young girl and boy
We are making life for them harder for our greed they must pay
I hope I am wrong in this though it does seem that way.
The economic recessions they come and they go
And after every recession the economy does grow
But Global warming to humanity is a far greater threat
As it does seem a matter of life and of death.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Social Welfare-Lites
Suddenly we've become to be,
The social welfare-lites.
People of greed have proceeded,
And deceived.
And now there is seen,
Much deterioration to the extreme.
With a bleakness,
That blights...
But didn't happen overnight.
The thieves have made a profit,
And many hopped away unscathed.
The corruption has sky rocketed.
But those addicted to greed...
Believe their lives should continue,
Feasting as they please...
With no connection,
To a devastated economy.
Suddenly we've become to be,
The social welfare-lites.
People of greed have proceeded,
And deceived.
And now there is seen,
Much deterioration to the extreme.
With a bleakness,
That blights...
But didn't happen overnight.
Even if crooks were ushered into public office,
To initiate the beginning of a downfall and the gripes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shouldn't We Be More Republic?
Why is the fight...
For democracy
A vision to be enforced by republicans,
Who have long divorced themselves
From the needs of common people?
They are not democrats at all!
But yet they do not hesitate or stall...
To label them librals!
This they will not confess...
Even complex them in distress!
Shouldn't we all be 'republicans'?
Fighting these endless battles?
Shouldn't we all be 'republicates'
With these issues to harnest and saddle?
'I pledge alligence to the...
...and to the 'republic' for which it stands,
One nation under God,
Seems to have slipped from sliding hands! '
There is something very republic about it...
That markets a democracy it misunderstands!
Democratic they may be...
For poster displays plastered in inner cities!
But 'republicans' true they say they are...
And democracy is pursued!
But none is used by far!
For purpose and content...
Their views aren't worth the trash in cans!
If it is true they move as republicans...
Why is democracy costing lives,
By actions 'republicans' command?
'Repeat that pledge again!
This time in its entirety.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foreign Lands
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,
Sail as far as ships can sail, and travel far as trains can run;
You may ride and tramp wherever range or plain or sea expands,
But the crowd has been before you, and you’ll not find ‘Foreign Lands;’
For the Early Days are over,
And no more the white-winged rover
Sinks the gale-worn coast of England bound for bays in Foreign Lands.
Foreign Lands are in the distance dim and dreamlike, faint and far,
Long ago, and over yonder, where our boyhood fancies are,
For the land is by the railway cramped as though with iron bands,
And the steamship and the cable did away with Foreign Lands.
Ah! the days of blue and gold!
When the news was six months old—
But the news was worth the telling in the days of Foreign Lands.
Here we slave the dull years hopeless for the sake of Wool and Wheat
Here the homes of ugly Commerce—niggard farm and haggard street;
Yet our mothers and our fathers won the life the heart demands—
Less than fifty years gone over, we were born in Foreign Lands.
When the gipsies stole the children still, in village tale and song,
And the world was wide to travel, and the roving spirit strong;
When they dreamed of South Sea Islands, summer seas and coral strands—
Then the bravest hearts of England sailed away to Foreign Lands,
‘Fitting foreign’—flood and field—
Half the world and orders sealed—
And the first and best of Europe went to fight in Foreign Lands.
Canvas towers on the ocean—homeward bound and outward bound—
Glint of topsails over islands—splash of anchors in the sound;
Then they landed in the forests, took their strong lives in their hands,
And they fought and toiled and conquered—making homes in Foreign Lands,
Through the cold and through the drought—
Further on and further out—
Winning half the world for England in the wilds of Foreign Lands.
Love and pride of life inspired them when the simple village hearts
Followed Master Will and Harry—gone abroad to ‘furrin parts’
By our townships and our cities, and across the desert sands
Are the graves of those who fought and died for us in Foreign Lands—
Gave their young lives for our sake
(Was it all a grand mistake?)
Sons of Master Will and Harry born abroad in Foreign Lands!
Ah, my girl, our lives are narrow, and in sordid days like these,
I can hate the things that banished ‘Foreign Lands across the seas,’
But with all the world before us, God above us—hearts and hands,
I can sail the seas in fancy far away to Foreign Lands.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Expect a Sudden Awakening
While folks were concerned about being politically correct,
And expressing proper etiquette...
They were being ripped off by professional crooks.
With slick wardrobes and fresh faced looks.
And being lied to by elected officials,
While degradation was being marketed on airwave stations.
And sold to appease to all on their TVs!
The best of crimes found their way on bookshelves.
By authors who renounced their misdeeds,
With confessions of how they made millions...
As inside traders doing stints on Wall Street.
And thieves became praised by every child exposed.
While designers of decadence,
Produced their logos and symbols on expensive clothes.
And those who wished to do the right thing...
Became disrespected,
Because they weren't in debt...
Chasing the American Dream.
Now that everyone seems to be in 'hock'...
There are calls from the government that this greed has to stop!
But a way of life that has been perfected to seduce...
Has reduced truth and reality into insignificance.
While those who fed the addictions now dreaded...
Expect a sudden awakening of many without common sense.
And a miracle that will restore their shores,
From the hands of foreign investors...
Collecting every dime that is spent!
This is not incompetence.
This is stupidity and madness at its best.
And...
Signed, sealed, delivered
As approved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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