Dictatorships Exclusive
dictatorships
pyramid exclusive privilege
restricted rights
restricted benefits
streamlined American debt
states are bankrupt?
good common citizens
ordinary noble Americans
pay debt in sold skins
George W Bush
robbed American poor
who had to pay taxes
exempted wealth all
his buddy mega rich mates
who as his supporters
fund contributors
were apex tax exempt
paid no tax at all?
for a haven period
of several years
Barak reinstated
mega rich prime privilege
Barak Hussein Obama stepped
up illegal foreign wars
lied publicly because never closed
Guantanamo Bay as promised
bought troops home as promised
costly invasion inflation wars
crank up American blood debt
costly drone buzz missiles hit
over a million American
homes lost homes homes
the poor the middle class
suffer while wall street fraud
top bankers who were guilty
of mismanagement were bailed
out with tax payer dollars
again the fleeced poor paid
for errors of banker policy
rich and when poor protest
will they be swiftly beaten
down if dare march protest?
Say No To Torture?
Say No To Gitmo?
Say No To Barack?
Say No To Foreign Wars?
Say yes to bring home troops?
Say yes to American factories?
Say yes to fair taxes our homes?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Adjusting American Credit Ratings
17.3
trillion dollars
staggering
US faulting
on debt
flee
higher internet
rates 4 money rejecting
big business spending
cuts
but
American mega
rich are exempt
from all taxes pending
just raise debt ceiling
it's
been raised spending
countless times infesting
poor people's pockets
political leadership whims
sleight
of hand finances
American magic markers
erases 4 trillions
in American gross debt
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in July 2011 on the 5.7.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Among those best known, their highest ambition is to build American homes, possess American furniture, dress in American clothes, adopt the American style of living and be American citizens.
quote by Sheldon Jackson
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Stealing Your Homes Salaried Employment
How will vile
sickening mega rich
strip away your hard
won savings;
steal your homes
salaried employment
your pride honour
integrity with immunity?
Wall street foxy bankers
players will glorify themselves
with hoax extortion rackets
internal trading investments;
housing markets will implode
crash rendering millions
homeless create recessions
global while corporate bankers;
will be plan state rescued
with poor citizen paid taxes
elite 1% luxury tax exempt
will bathe in your blood bath.
“the elite,
govern by profit,
illusions, propaganda....”
a profound observation
and absolutely true
for decades presidents
have been systematically
chipping away at citizen
rights and freedoms
exalted coup de grace
was homeland security
act; beware enforced laws
of this demonic strategy
actually strip away legally
all constitutional civilian
rights if implemented;
in the name of the great
elite new world order,
a cunning deceit called
War on Terror.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mitt Romney Has Confirmed What?
Mitt Romney has confirmed that which more than
47% of US voters have felt in their citizen hearts;
excessive profit exploitation of resources by 1%
the richest money grabbing carpetbaggers is wrong.
Mitt Romney condescendingly declared a poor
over exploited 47% dependent on the federal;
government for healthcare and housing are not
a presidential responsibility in corporate policy.
Mitt Romney has no ability to provide better lives
nationally as a goal massive profits by his ruthless;
supporters capitalism of super-corporations bankers
is adding salt to US unemployed bleeding wounds.
Mitt Romney supports government failing to provide
Americans employment due to recession production;
in factories exported overseas denying an American
recovery domestic employment in America healthy.
Mitt Romney illustrates how government by the rich
for the rich has lost the faith hearts and minds of;
poor Americans need creating employment for work
starved poor by building roads bridges both literally;
and figuratively would restore faith in key leadership
and US economy with a positive invasion of the mind;
sending jobs factories to foreign sweat shop workers
strips discarded victim job stripped of right to work!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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US Civil War in Two Oh One Four
In the US the year is two oh one four.
Chasms between the rich and poor
Have reached a stage of feudal times.
For the poor rights are no more;
For the rich there are no crimes.
What once was ruling middle class
Has faded away like winter grass.
That worker’s home, once so sublime,
Now only rents as prices climb.
Wealth and power are with those few
Who hoard it and pursue
Every chance to enhance their throne,
Each day leaving poor more alone.
Like Greece and Rome two hundred years
Hail turbulent change with truculent fears.
America can’t turn back to safer shore
Its ship is listing in two oh one four.
China has spoken with its $5000 car,
Superior to what was Detroit by far.
Unemployed flood streets, but can’t find,
Nor keep mortgages from falling behind.
Rich buy their homes as values crash;
Then rent back gaining more cash.
Crime rises when hopeless turn to stealth,
While privileged few fortress their wealth.
With nothing to lose, these poor attack
The wealthy, who fiercely fight back
From bastions of privilege and power,
Inflicting horrible losses as they devour
Hoards of poor as conflict rages on
Three years till established power is gone.
Smoky skies and blood drenched tears
Again chronicle man’s brutal, selfish years.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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2024
The year is 2024.
A chasm between the rich and poor
Has reached a stage of feudal times.
For the poor rights are no more;
For the rich there are no crimes.
What once was ruling middle class
Has faded away like winter grass.
That worker's home, once so sublime,
Now only rents as prices climb.
Wealth and power are with those few
Who hoard it and pursue
Every chance to enhance their throne,
Each day leaving poor more alone.
Like Greece and Rome two hundred years
Hail turbulent change with truculent fears.
America can't turn back to safer shore
Its ship is listing in 2024.
China has spoken with its $5000 car,
Superior to what was Detroit by far.
Unemployed flood streets, but can't find,
Nor keep mortgages from falling behind.
Rich buy their homes as values crash;
Then rent back gaining more cash.
Crime rises when hopeless turn to stealth,
While privileged few fortress their wealth.
With nothing to lose, these poor attack
The wealthy, who fiercely fight back
From bastions of privilege and power,
Inflicting horrible losses as they devour
Hoards of poor as conflict rages on
Three years till established power is gone.
Smoky skies and blood drenched tears
Again chronicle man's brutal, selfish years.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Why do we Let the killing go on?
Why do we Let the killing go on?
I really don't understand all that you all know!
To be the sacrificial lamb of those rich who won't go.
The rich, who profit for the wars they create.
Just to make a profit, and perpetuate world hate.
To render up our young for a useless sacrifice.
To fatten the rich purses with the lose of their life's.
My soul is so damaged by all I have seen.
I wish I could have been more influential a being.
To stop all of the madness and the creation of wars.
That cost of so many promises, the lost futures and gore.
We need to acknowledge the sacrifices of those,
who have be deceived into dying and lying just so.
War should always be a thing of last resort before anyone goes.
Not a thing for the fat cats profiting behind the closed doors.
Selling weapons to nations who are already poor.
Just to fatten the pockets of the rich by killing so many.
I cry for all of those wounded and who have been killed.
To make the few rich cats get more notes of debt and feel well paid.
The illusion of wealth and all it represents.
Will be our epitaph and so sealed in cement!
Peace!
Talile Ali 11/29/12
poem by Talile Ali
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Remix American Wild West
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
robber man who stole
your horse had stolen
your life your livelihood
your means of travel
survival you were left
as good as dead without
your horse in country
where horseback was life
there was a time
in American history
when cattle rustlers
were shot or hung
stealing beef on sly hoof
hot irons changing brands
fast rustled up retribution
justice from a rope hung
there was a time
in American history
when cruel range wars
were fought with guns
settlers driven off farmland
starved their crops ruined
their homes stolen burned
cattle grazed homesteaders
land cattle barons prospered
water rights grazing rights
unfenced unowned range land
farmers ranchers fought wars
frontier justice lynchings
local residents fought
fast gunmen hired bought
no weak law range wars
old west is time dead gone
rustlers free range modern
well executed wars oiled
Saddham to entrapment lead
attacks rich oil wells Kuwait
plan Bush deceived brilliant
Iraq Afghanistan Libya start
cruel foreign oil range wars
modern politicians hands clean
land cattle baron range rustlers
reside at plush 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue NW stateless Washington
living immunity from range hits
octopus arms free range world
survival horseless you were left
for dead without your livelihood
there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Equality... (In A Word)
equality...
in a word,
no more talk of
the 'land of the free'.
you founded this country
over the scattered bones
of 100,000,000 Native Americans.
built this country
on the backs of
African-American slaves,
and poor Scotch-Irish refugees,
who turned your earth,
and built your homes.
'give me your tired, your poor...'
more cheap labor?
to build your cities,
your railroads, work your steel.
how many faceless bodies buried
in your cold dark mines?
how many second class young men
sent off to war?
how many women paid less,
treated as less?
how many farmworker immigrants
paid too little,
treated like trash?
how many slum children
sent off to prison?
how many lives sold off
for bottom line profit?
disembodied jobless,
driven from their homes?
how many minimum wage slaves
praying for food stamps?
how many 'cant afford an education'
futures written in stone?
how many sparrows on the fence?
you want to honor those who've served?
all of these,
the people who have served you!
who have met your needs!
Memorial Day, an epitaph!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Enslaving Freedom Loving World To One Nation Whims
When Barack Obama is reelected will
American foreign policy still be violent...
destructive counter-productive invasion
wars sowing terrorist-recruiting hate?
Will manic desire to control Middle East oil...
to rule the world as modern empire-heirs
to Ancient Rome mean flexing more military muscle?
Remember Rome eventually made too many enemies...
enslaving freedom loving world to one nation whims.
Rome slaughtered millions over hundreds of years
in entertainment arena millions of slain people animals...
without mercy expansion policy rules with iron will.
Is twenty-first century America killing countless thousands
of innocents in distant foreign war invaded countries...
do military corporations rape pillage plunder with impunity?
Is democracy still real or sold forgotten distant dreams
in a land which annually spends over one trillion dollars...
$1,000,000,000,000.00 per year in death destruction wars?
An accountant rubs his hands rubs out all desired opposition
with beautiful bullets bombs guns missiles tanks ships...
helicopters nukes assassins mercenaries torture chambers?
Needed enemy combatants a fifteen year old boy at home captured
who managed to kill one of our elite US soldiers with a grenade...
we can put in prison without trial eleven years punishment?
Trained duty of combat soldiers in all armies is to kill enemies
those who do not kill are court marshaled shot for cowardice...
an eternal rule of war ask American rangers seals who swift kill.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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American Wild West: Cattle Rustlers
there was a time
in American history
when cattle rustlers
were shot or hung
stealing beef on the hoof
hot irons changing brands
fast rustled up retribution
justice from a rope hung
there was a time
in American history
when cruel range wars
were fought with guns
settlers driven off farmland
starved their crops ruined
their homes stolen burned
cattle grazed homesteaders
land cattle barons prospered
water rights grazing rights
unfenced unowned range land
farmers ranchers fought wars
frontier justice lynchings
local residents fought
gunmen hired bought
no weak law range wars
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bailout My Soul
My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy
The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you
It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green
For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Happy Fourth of July America!
Wanna' know how many lil' kids
Go to bed hungry in the U.SA
Each night?
If I said "over a million"
Would you sleep any
less sound tonight?
And how many of you
Would agree with me
That being a kid can be rough?
Well…over six million American kids
Get either very little food…each day
Or simply not enough.
Feelin' uncomfortable yet? I hope so! ! !
Think about it, when you're chowin' down
This bountiful 4th of July
Foreign aid paid in one year to 150 countries
Including some enemies, is 58 billion, more or less
All paid by you and I
Our roads and bridges need 2.2 trillion dollars
To be repaired and fixed
And brought up to a safe state
And all the while America crumbles
We've spent more than a trillion (not including Libya)
If futile wars in Afghanistan and Iraq… to date
And one other lil' statistic That I carped about before
on the 4th of July a couple years ago
In a little noticed, seemingly inconsequential poem
Has grown to 6440 American boys killed in action
I hate this statistic! ! It's cruel and sadistic! !
And By God… they should have been kept home! ! !
These are numbers and statistics
Too great for comprehension… by
Ordinary people like you and I
But I hope there's someone out there
That I've made a little bit more aware
And… to my complacent, naïve fellow Americans
A bountiful, happy Fourth of July
(To our leaders)
poem by David Whalen
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The quality of American life must keep pace with the quantity of American goods. This country cannot afford to be materially rich and spiritually poor.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Freedom, Stand Back!
freedom and capitalism
are not the same thing....
neither are justice
and capitalism!
you say it's un-American
to protest against Wall Street,
and the money system.
i say it's un-American
for millions to go jobless,
homeless, and hungry....
while you pad your pockets.
you got rich by the
sweat of our brow....
you need to stand back,
and look at the truth....
before it knocks you down!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Homes
I am not blushing due to my home,
In this structure I do live.
This home is a scent and sense,
A link to the outside.
My blushing is of others, of rude strangers,
Who keep my home’s façade with dignity.
Home has a heavenly scent, suspense is in the ceiling,
The narrow corridors rely on spiders to clean the aura,
As cobwebs are so wonderful.
My faith is in the homes we build
For the rich and the poor,
The rich are in agony, and the poor savour
The air of the rooms they live in.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Incredible Shrinking Country
It’s become more and more evident that there
is a concerted effort by global oligarchs to emotionally,
and financially bankrupt the United States of America.
Wall Street bankers, Federal Reserve Bank, corrupt
Politicians and the Military/industrial complex
are the instruments of the destruction.
The “Derivatives” debacle created more debt than the
American people will ever be able to effectively reduce,
much less pay off.
Greed drew in other Countries that are now moving toward
or are already bankrupt. The “domino effect” threatens to
destroy global economy. Global elite have effectively enslaved
the World using debt.
To further globalist agenda;
Higher food and oil prices.
U.S. monopoly of dollars for oil no longer effective, as
Russia with its enormous oil reserves and production
is selling oil to Europe and China for Euros and gold.
The ultimate goals of the globalist elite include;
1. One world government
2. One world currency
3. One world religion
4. Control of world food production
5. Eugenics and reduction of world population
'He also forced everyone, small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of his name. This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666'
(Rev.13: 16-18)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy.
quote by Henry Miller
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American foreign policy must be more than the management of crisis. It must have a great and guiding goal: to turn this time of American influence into generations of democratic peace.
George W. Bush in speech (19 November 1999)
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Half-penny, Two-penny
Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
Half penny, two penny, gold krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad story, old story
Bring out the band
Another divorce just a few hundred grand
Half penny, two penny, back of the queue
Yes mister poor man this means you
Justice for money what can you say
We all know its the american way
Yes, Im gonna shake myself loose
Back home across the sea
Where I know that I will be free
Half penny, two penny, back in the states
You just couldnt take that african pace
Yes, mrs. cleaver your sons home to stay
We all know its the american way
Yes, Im gonna shake myself loose
Back home across the sea
Where I know that I will be free
Come here - hey angelo... whats happenin?
Hey, stosh, good to see ya
What the hell you doin?
Were tearing this old building down here
Oh youre kiddin me. remember when we were kids, and we used to come here every saturday afternoon to see a cartoon?
Yeah, I remember
Well whats she lost to?
Who knows- politicians, taxes...its a disgrace
Im not surprised, they make me sick. they dont make theaters like this any more.
Half penny, two penny, ashes to dust
The almighty dollar says in God we trust
Justice for money how much more can I pay
We all know its the american way
Yes, Im gonna shake myself loose
Back home across the sea
Where I know that I will be free
(I want to be free)
Yes, Im gonna shake myself loose
Back home across the sea
Where I know that I will be free
(we all want to be free)
song performed by by Styx
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