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ā€œI have a dreamā€
A dream buried so deep
Where the sun does not reach it, left to just weep
An American dream that grows in my mind
Such a foolish dream, I must laugh and sigh
ā€œI have a dreamā€
No justice no peace
Give me Liberty, or give me death
The words that they sing
Ringing in my ears
Engraved in my brain
An American dream, now under its grave
ā€œI have a dreamā€
To run away safe
From my angry lands, into the arms of the green lady
Who ā€˜welcomes us all’
Oh what a lie that is
ā€œI have a dreamā€
To go to sleep safe.
Without worrying about what others will say.
To get good grades and make something of my life
To build a new story, one that I like.
ā€œI had a dreamā€
To live life fair
With equality everywhere
To follow what the wise fathers said
What they wrote on the papers and posted in my head
ā€œI had a dreamā€
To change the world
To fix all that’s broken
A new system is born
But I know that here
Deep down in my heart
It’s just Quill and Ink
That’s writing it’s part
The ink may dry and be held up to see
But wounds still are fresh, the words won’t sink
school assignment
Eli Jan 2021
Trump,

You may believe
your ***
belongs on a
throne.

You may believe
America
is yours to
own.

But the only
place
that should ever house
yourĀ Ā wretched
face

is the

H
E
L
L

you

D
E
S
C
E
N
D

to

after you
crack
and
break,

thinking about all
you
faked,

reminiscing of
Political
Lust,

shortly before

shattering to
dust





























...alone...


















­










within the confines
of a
COLD,
DARK
cell.
You are not a god because you are not worthy of worship.
Even maggots are better than you.
Kristin Jan 2021
My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot
the next day, they say

My birthday is on the 19th
the rioters won't be quiet
come what may

My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not adhering to my diet
that bittersweet day

My birthday is on the 19th
I'm not so happy about it this year

My birthday is on the 19th
the next day fills me with fear

My birthday is on the 19th
can't be near those I hold dear

My birthday is on the 19th
it'll be a riot, they say
come what may, the 19th is my day
Anais Vionet Jan 2021
(a sonnet)

Two realities, both alike in dignity,
In fair America, where we lay our scene,
There fallacious grudges explode into mutiny,
and lawful-blood makes patriot-hands unclean.

From common bonds these neighborly foes,
sail contrary seas of truth; on which they stake their lives.
Some, stoked for misadventure, by the host of a TV show,
do with their scurrilous deeds bury their futures for strife.

The fearful passage of compatriots love,
by continued embrace of marketed rage,
which, admitted truth and humility could dispose of,
fills now our breathless hours and sets our stage.

Which of you, with angry hearts, will patient peace attend,
and back away from martial games so pointless strife can end?
I start off with a twisted sample of Shakespeare - to set the tone - and purposefully have two inversions ("fills now" instead of the more modern "now fills") for a (hopefully) classical feel.
Graff1980 Jan 2021
America has been feasting
on that Billie Holiday strange fruit
for so long,
drinking that thick red wine
straight off the long thin vine
of mankind’s suffering,
profiting from people losing their sanity,
gaining from the loss of our humanity.

Black as that sweet star sparkling night,
mothers, and fathers denied the right
to stand up and fight,

bullets to the back
as they try to enter their own houses,

bullets to the side
right in front of their children and spouses,

bullets through the heart of a child
in the middle of his imagination,

bullets through her bedroom,
no space to escape
not even some safe head room:

All that agony and desolation
to be constantly facing
violence and degradation
from the so-called authority figures
who only see another dead ******.

Blue lives, white supremacist guys,
proud boys and Neo Nazis
have grown obese.
These foul ******* beasts
have eaten the heart and soul of us
right off our bones and thrown
the rest to the scavengers back home.
Kristin Jan 2021
I did errands today
and I was confused

Something was wrong, astray
I mused

I settled into the evening quiet
And my disquieted soul shouted

"The flags were not at half staff"
As the West Wing staff and Cabinet was trimmed by half

Yesterday, Congress was sieged by riff-raff
45 egged them on

Congress counted the Electoral votes
but our troubles are not all gone

Today, I needed to see that flag half-mast
My grief begged for a symbol against the bombast

And yet the flag waved, full staff, as if nothing and no one mattered
And no one has said a word
Big Virge Jan 2021
Now Folks...
My Phone’s SMART Tech...
REJECTED My First Text... !!!

In A Way That Really...
Caused My Head To STRESS... !!!

So I Guess That It Was Meant...
For ME To Now Get VEX...

Just Like The Heads...
At Today’s’ PROTEST... !!!

That Seemed To Have Rednecks...
Rather VEXED And Quite UPSET... !?!

Because Their CURRENT President...
Has Now... GOT TO Accept...
... His LOSS To Joe Biden... !!!!

According To News Threads... !?!

So Should Now GO HOME...
And Leave The Whitehouse Zone... !!!

So Now... Just Like Them...
This Is My Second Attempt...
To Write This Poem...
That Wants To Assess...
What Will Now Come Next... ?!?

Which Is Similar I Guess...
To Their Wish To STILL REJECT...
Biden’s... Election SUCCESS... ?!?

And Have Votes Counted AGAIN...
In Ways Where They Can Inspect...
And Openly... Double Check... !!!

Like Twenty Fifth Amendments...
To REMOVE This President... ?!?
Because Biden Has WON...
And ******* Don’s Minions...

Who’ve Now Rioted Like PUNKS...
And Left The Country STUNNED... !!!

But... Is That What’s Happened...
Or Is This Some Kind of Stunt...
Or One HELL of A... Diversion... ?!?

To CONFIRM The Election Result...
And Make Certain That Mr. Biden...

... Is America’s President...
In... Twenty Twenty One... ?!?

Now It’s Just A Simple Question...
So Is NOT An... Accusation... !!!

But For Those On The Hill...
To NOT Take Time To Chill...
And Be Passing Judgements...
On... This Last Election...

... SO SOON AFTER...
... Protest Marchers...

Seems A Bit HEARTLESS...

So What’s Coming Next... ?!?

Because Now Congress...
Is... Once Again...
Now Democrat Lead...

Trump’s Republican Friends...
Have Quickly Turned...
Against Their President...... !?!

Like The Kind of Worms...
Who’ve Shifted Their Faith...
To Be Willing To Shape...
Their Political Claims...
To... DEMOCRAT Veins... ?!?

In A... Capitol SHAKE...
That Has Caused A QUAKE...
That’s Been FAR From Great... !!!

So... WHO Was It Today...
Who Chose To MISBEHAVE... ?!?

Was It... BLACKS... ???
Maybe Some In Blackface...
Who Are Those In Gangs...
With... Racist Ways... !?!

Or Was It Asians...
Out There RAGING... ?!?

NOPE... Don’t Think So...
Hold On... I KNOW... !!!

Must of Been The CHINESE...
Causing... YOB Like Scenes...

Actually... It Was WHITES...
Who Were Causing Fights...
And The Loss of Life... !!!

That’s RIGHT The Same Types...
Who CLAIM To Be CIVILISED... ?

Now It’s The SECOND Time...
I’ve Tried To Write These Rhymes...
So Those Last Lines...
Are Worth Writing TWICE... ?!?

So... WHO Was It Today...
Who Chose To MISBEHAVE... ?!?

Was It... BLACKS... ???
Maybe Some In Blackface...
Who Are Those In Gangs...
With... Racist Ways... !!!

Or Was It Asians...
Out There RAGING... ?!?

NOPE... Don’t Think So...
Hold On... I Know... !!!

Must of Been The CHINESE...
Causing YOB Like Scenes...

Actually... It Was WHITES...
Who Were Causing Fights...
And The Loss of Life...

That’s Right The Same Types...
Who Claim To Be CIVILISED... ?

Because Had It Been Blacks...
Would They Have Got To Smash...
The HILL... Like That... ?!?

All Their Talk About GOD...
Is Clearly... WAY OFF...
When They Behave Like WILD Dogs... !!!

Now That’s A Line...
Just For Those White TRASH...
Who Are QUICK To CRITICISE...
When Blacks Protest And Act... !?!

Against The VERY SAME THINGS...
Like How Judgements Are RIGGED...
When It Comes To Killings...
That Police Are QUICK To Make... !!!

But SOMEHOW Heads Today...
Who Caused The Hill To Quake...
Were Just... USHERED Away...

So Congressman Could Stake...
A Claim For Biden’s Way...
To Be Made Clear RIGHT AWAY...
And With NO MORE DELAY... !!!

As I Earlier Said In This Poem...
Twenty Fifth Amendments...
Are What They Now Suggest...
As Being What’s BEST...
To Now Ensure Progress...

Because Now That The Senate...
Is...... Democrat Lead......

There Should Be Less Heads Against...
What Joe Biden Presents...
As Policies Well Meant...
In His Term As President... !!!

There’s Much That Now Suggests...
That This Protest Represents...

A Shift Back To Power...
For The... Establishment... !!!

And VACCINE Trends...
To Stem Corona Deaths...

An Agenda Being Fed...
By Global Governments... !!!

So Folks Shouldn’t Forget...
That... Diversions Are Meant...

To... Keep Heads BLINDED... !!!
To What’s Coming Next...
From Political Heads...

Like... Republican Men...
And Women Who STRESSED...
That They Would Never Turn...
AGAINST Their OWN President...
Who’ve Turned Like Worms...
With DISTURBING QUICKNESS...
To Now Show Allegiance...
To Their Democratic Friends... ?!?

So This Poem Will End...
With A Question That Suggests...

That... Hypocrisy And Lies...
Are NOT Beyond These Guys...
Who’ll Decide And Now Preside...
Over What’s Best For Our Lives...

So ….
DON'T You Be Surprised...
If Protests Start To RISE...
In Countries Now Worldwide...
Over MORE Than Loss of Lives... !!!

There’s A Lot That ISN’T Right...
Just Like Today’s Protest...
That’s Left Some People DEAD... !!!

It’s EASY To Sit...
And Claim Ignorance...

But I Suggest That Instead...
You Now USE Your HEADS...

To Ask...

ā€œSo Now Whats Coming Next ?ā€œ
Todays events have indeed posed, some very serious questions ....
Robert Ronnow Jan 2021
I’ve never put a candidate’s bumper sticker on my car before—
why not take sides—what are you waiting for?
Death puts a stop to daily low intensity warfare but in the meantime—
      fight on!
What are we fighting for? Let’s see—
clean air and water and room to walk around in cities and deserts
America the seeing eye dog not America the junkyard dog—
collective deliberation among nations, clear passage through seas and
      borders
compact and contiguous Congressional districts that represent actual
      communities
education and health care for everyone who wants it—worldwide
good food too, affordable shelter and a living wage
a say in governance—local and global—free from fear of violence

Should you be subsumed by a cause bigger than the self?
unlike Rick in Casablanca who keeps to himself
I’m advertising my loyalties with bumper stickers on rickshaw and kayak
every time I come and go
it’s a free country—or maybe I’m so low profile no one notices or
      cares to take revenge
so small time I have time and no enemies or friends
What about Whitman and his love for Lincoln
he found a way to participate in the war that satisfied his muse, as a
      nurse
oh, I want to add space exploration and no nuclear war
plus basic science and ancient arts, black lives matter

Here are some things you have to put up with or out of mind
while enjoying the beautiful black and white photography and rousing
      Marseillaise:
that Sam, played by Dooley Wilson in worshipful subservience to ā€œMr.
      Rick,ā€ endures his lonely abnegation and abstinence in Paris while
      Rick savors the nordically white, luscious Ilsa;
that Ilsa, on the lam across the wide world from pursuing Nazis, is
      apparently transporting an extensive, elegant, perfectly manicured
      wardrobe;
that Rick, in wartime Casablanca, has managed to hire a full 20-piece  
      jazz orchestra for which we willingly suspend disbelief since it’s  
      essential for singing the Marseillaise which never fails to bring tears
      of pride to Yvonne’s eyes;
I guess that’s about it except why would you spend a minute in Sydney
      Greenstreet’s fly-infested cafĆ© when Rick’s air-conditioned
      establishment is right across the street, an overnice contrast to
      Maghreb culture;
otherwise, I’m in complete accord with IMDb’s 8.5 rating.

On the news last night the president changed the trajectory of a  
      category 4 hurricane. He can’t do that! Not my president! They’re  
      laughing at us!
Who’s got trouble? We've got trouble. How much trouble? Too much  
      trouble.
After Casablanca, it's headed for South Carolina.
--Jerome, M.K. and Scholl, Jack, ā€œKnock on Woodā€, as performed by Dooley Wilson in the film Casablanca, 1942.
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
America, is that you?
Your stars are looking dim.
Stripes look nice on prison clothes,
but yours are wearing thin.

America, is that you
there behind the mask?
Of course, I too, am wearing mine.
You don't need to ask.

America, is that you
angry in the street,
smashing windows, spreading fire?
And is your dream complete?

America, was it you
I saw on evening news
dancing like a circus monkey,
speaking as you're cued?

America, is that you
propped up by the wall
with little men surrounding you,
waiting for your fall?

America, use your voice
and let me know it's you.
I can't hear much over the noise
that's coming from the zoo.

America, it must be you,
though I can hardly see.
I'm feeling for you in the dark.
America, it's me.
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