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 Aug 2014
nivek
Its a wonder
with all the personal agendas
anything gets done at all
 Aug 2014
mark john junor
raised a passionate voice
against the darkness
and standing as one in the setting sun
we held hands and looked on with
wonder in our eyes and joy in our hearts
as the banners flowed in the late day breeze
as the children of our beliefs carried the day
as our trusted man took the field with victory's cheer
saw the fruit of our labors come at long last
peace had defeated war
love had destroyed hate
caring had swept away all the cold hearted
and we could at long last breath free
long last we could thrive in the sun
they say that the time has passed for such dreams
that the sixties are so long ago
but history is filled with men who stood up
and changed the world
gandhi...lincoln...martin luther king...
so take my hand and lets not ever stop trying
to change the world
one smile at a time
 Aug 2014
Elizabeth Squires
how benevolent
our government has been
supporting immigrants
with the taxpayer's
generous Welfare scheme
yet a percentage
of these immigrants
use the taxpayer's money
for dubious means
they travel abroad to places
where radicalism is indoctrinated
and the message
they are inculcated with
is one of killing
they fly back into our country
with their minds
full of slogans
and deadly propaganda
one of these persons
could be in any of our cities or towns
freely walking the streets
a radicalized individual
maybe known to us
he or she planning a terrorist attack
inside our continent
our taxpayer dollars
exploited for ill intent
our government has gathered intelligence
on these persons
of radical bent
their Welfare payments
are to be cut off
which shall choke off
their horrific lament
 Aug 2014
Elizabeth Squires
They're out on the hustings trying to garner a vote
They're all full of those tired old candidate quotes
They're telling us what they'll do for the electorate
Their policy platforms shall be subject to our debate

Just this week they've promised the electorate everything
Yet there is little substance to the songs they sing
The clock quickly counts down to election day
That's when us intelligent voters shall have our final say

We're sizing up the best of a bad bunch for a win
If he let's us down we'll remove his winning grin
A term in office is all he'll be receiving from us
So lets hope he's got the right motor in his bus

The rhetoric is freely flying around our state seat
Though not much of it has a well regulated beat
The candidates are all on notice at the May poll
That's when we'll see which heads will go for a roll
 Aug 2014
Irate Watcher
1991

I realized
We were both born
in rotting soil,
plastic toys fed
by Arabia's oil.
Eyes closed,
ears behest
to broadcasts, we,
could NOT protest.

That was the beginning
of our mass destruction,
but cribs offsides,
we slept soundly,
thanking our stars,
proud to be Americans.

10 years dormant,
the lyrics laid,
enough to stick,
but their irony to fade.
Until grade school,
recess goaded,
as burning buildings
on our side exploded.
The imminent threat preloaded,
in airports we shed shoes,
forever coded.

The broadcast — our center
was the theorem
that planes, oil, and Arabs
risked everyone's freedom.
But when we raised hands,
to ask why, teachers said
hail red, blue,
and especially white.
We forgot our roots,
because the Ellis Island trip
was obviously cancelled.

So we read headlines,
instead of Orwell,
the day 911
called for a police state.
Trusted the government
and ****** Muslims,
the day turbans
meant hijacking planes.
Pledged allegiance
disguised as freedom,
the day war
was declared
on Saddam Insane.

Our flag revealed
a sham feeding flames,
angst-ridden
teenagers
we became.
With raised middle fingers,
instead of hands,
to Green Day lyrics,
**** Amuricans.

Because only idiots
press a red button twice,
when mass destruction is the price.
And only villains
make children orphans,
while victims drown
in New Orleans.
And only gluttons
eat caviar with silver spoons,
tainting forever
a nation's youth.

Entrenched in dunes,
we boarded blind,
to debt,
death, and
jaded minds.
Blamed by perpetrators
in dollars and change,
for a guerrilla war
fought in vain!
Voted Obama,
with Osama slain,
and soldiers withdrawn,
we hoped for change.
PLEASE, we cried,
JUST STOP!
We are CHAINED —
to a bulldozer
that has NO BRAKES!



So the broadcast said recently:
We are losing control
of the Middle East. And
Al-Qaeda is far from weak —
ISIS: THE PHOENIX OF HUMAN GREED,
We just turned off our TV's
and looked up,
the kids who gave up,
thanked Musk — our atlas,
not yet shrugged,
whose vessels of stars
will rocket toward Mars,
from this godforsaken
civilization
built on hate.

And when you tell me, ***,
"We were both born in 1991,"
I can only sigh,
and breath sympathy,
for our dark history.
Thank you Justin for inspiring this poem. I am performing it next Tuesday at Da Poetry Lounge in LA so any feedback is appreciated :)
 Aug 2014
Jonny Angel
When you sweep a village
for the first time
it's rather creepy.
Actually, it's pretty ******* scary,
your ******* gets tight
& it feels like your esophagus
is twisted up in your throat.
People seem to go about their business
as if nothing's wrong.
But there isn't anything right about it.
You can tell it by their eyes,
those vacant hollow eyes,
showing a blend of fear & hatred.
Needles burn through
your ACU's,
spelling "*******'s"
all over your sweaty skin.
Jesus, we carried enough firepower
to level the place
three times over,
**** every living thing,
including the pets & livestock.
We had helicopters and spooky
and artillery at our fingertips, too.
I tried to imagine the same ****
happening in my own city back home.
& it's definitely not
a comforting thought
to think about soldiers
disrupting your lifestyle.
I think I'd be ****** if a cobra
strafed my neighbor's house
or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11.
Deep thoughts like that
made me
miss my humble abode
even more.
But Christ,
this was war
& war is hell
& we were ****** for it.
In countless words told

I could easily break in a thoughtless hold



For many cagy stitchy words

The machines kept busier with their mouths than hungry birds



To paint the picture of my frailty

Interfering with my mental agility



Your back must please in a pleasurable bed

It doesn’t have to be soft, your back is all you need to be led



I lay in a bed in time

And felt the pain and the ****** slime



I lay in another bed of roses

And end up with chronic bruises



They then talked about the hurts

And warned to not look up to the whites in trousers and shirts



For they are untamed and lack veneration

And get worse from generation to generation



Now I look at close quarters

And the untamed are better in shatters



They are free to bellow

And have a choice to discard the shallow



Now I want to break free

They say maintaining the bed of thorns is a decree



Break these chains

Please break your chains



And free my wings to make me fly

I am tired of the usual cry

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Many times, women in Africa are forced into marriages, subdued and oppressed. The persona of this piece realises too late that though she is branded frail, she has to lie on a bed with painful thorns. So the frail woman had to suffer to break free. She pleads with whoever made the laws to break the chains so she can be free.
 Aug 2014
Jai Rho
Self-evident, but unrecognized
inalienable, but usurped
equal, but oppressed

The rights of every individual
to live in freedom and equality,
unchained by tyranny, to be
master of his or her own destiny

And when our forefathers yielded,
in the name of loyalty and governance,
blind at first to common interest,
they found their rights, their beliefs,
their liberty, eroding from the
land where they stood, from
the cherished ground they
made their home

Though separated by community,
culture, trade, religion and
political views, they became united,
to reclaim their rights, and to
secure and protect their future,
for themselves and for
generations to come

They became one people,
who set aside their differences
to march together toward freedom,
and with one voice they
proclaimed their independence

Announced not with the thunderous
echo of gunfire, but with a declaration,
an appeal to justice, and most
importantly, a pledge

A pledge to each other, to
dedicate their lives, their fortunes
and their sacred honor to their
common purpose, to a nation
where all men and women
are created equal, and life,
liberty and the pursuit of
happiness may flourish

It is this declaration
that we celebrate today,
not our victory in war
or the battles we fought,
but the pledge of our
forefathers, to each
other, to the nation that
we inherit, and to the
march to freedom that
we now must honor
 Aug 2014
Tommy Johnson
Osama Bin Laden is alive and well
Oh yes, get that through your head
I had a drink with him last week

Yup

Him and his ***** beard and pouting lips
His turban ***** with sand and infidel's blood
He is alive
He will never die
He is the face of
Indestructible terror

He lives in our propagandized paranoia
In our over protective uncertainty
In The White house
In The House of Representatives
Kicking back on Capital Hill
And on television

Telling us to be scared, to watch our backs
And take our knuckle dragging redneck ***** out of here
And we're afraid
Afraid of another attack
Of the economy failing
Of unemployment
Of new ideas

We must progress
**** it up, bury our losses
Go forward and actually care to carry on
Or face an eternity of being frightened by our own shadows

Osama Bin Laden is alive and well
 Aug 2014
Edward Coles
The tightrope expires
And the skyscraper hollows out.
This hate is vicious and repeated,
Repeated; repeated on the news reel,
And in a Hollywood romance.

We’re skipping generations
Through faded vinyl sound
Of dust mite and crack;
I’m folding digits over chords,
Extinguishing lovers
By turning them to songs.

Oh, reality convenes, convenes
On the mind, and on the consciousness
Of fact. Don’t steal my job,
Don’t **** my land,
And never fall asleep
Under the sun.

There is poetry to mathematics,
Scaling the harmonics of the sound,
Some universal language;
Some bottled message to our brothers
Who are looking back at us
From the distance of the stars.

And, terror is called from every side,
Until we’re terrified to eat or breathe,
In the tremor of a terror
That can never come to be.

The tightrope fell down with the buildings,
But its idea, it still lives on.
We could be on the precipice of better times,
Or under the shadow of a nuclear bomb.
c
 Aug 2014
Sarah C Allen
The future of warfare
Technology is different but the mentality is the same
Human beings will continue to be slain
But people will do anything to claim
That we need them
Because profit is the benefit of fear
We’re told to fear those “terrorists”
When truthfully that word doesn’t mean ****
They’re different from us, sure
But that doesn’t give us the ******* right to
Claim that every single one of them is a murderer
Aiming these weapons at them just makes us what we’re trying to claim
They are
Politicians will tell you it’s just protecting our “security”
When all it does in reality is make us less safe
They see us the way we see them
This is a big problem and this is why war exists
Assumptions, stereotypes, and *******
Made to sound pretty and patriotic by militaristic dipshits
Isn’t it time we learn that the line between enemy and fellow citizen
Is one that doesn’t really exist
The only difference between them and US
Is location and the names on a map
Their culture or religion doesn’t make a difference
None of it gives us a right to point a drone at them and go “zap”
Let’s start a conversation
Before we have another useless war
They’re just as human as we are
 Aug 2014
Gabrielle Ayoub
Story about a place, story about a stone
Story about a child, wandering all alone

He is an orphan, like most of his friends
The ones that are still alive, I suppose


A tearful mother looking for her daughter
In the dusty roads where millions died

She wondered: will they ever end this slaughter?
And then sighed

Because she already knows the answer:
There is no hope to survive


Story about a place, story about a stone
Oh wait, this is not a story

Because we know it's true
Because we faced this outrage too

But we're still here aren't we?
And so will you be, probably


Just keep your hopes up
**For it will soon be just a painful memory
Pray for Gaza.
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