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Matchsticks and Torches

Another matchstick,
struck and lit,
another flint spark
of an ongoing inferno,
and the town criers,
cry condemnation
for torch bearing villagers
(not on their side),
storming the steps
to further fan the flames
for their own reasons,
as we in the middle, burn.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
I wrote this after hearing about protesters storming the Capitol Building.
Graff1980 Feb 8
Say goodnight
to that psychopathic
narcistic guy.

You all used to say
you were about to make
America great.

So, say goodbye
to that uncouth
wanna cause
a violent coup
dipstick dude
who many of you
were following
through to
treason.

Must be a
hard pill to swallow
cause you haven’t taken
the medicine
of getting rid of him
and accepting
the election.

Such a bad *******
for the fool who
won’t move on
fast enough.
Instead, he is
getting everyone
riled up
and stealing money.

It’s not even funny,
how he hurt so many.
It’s a cold chilly January
as he tries to dismember
that capitol with his fans.
Then throws them
under the bus.

This is how he uses
and abuses his stooges,
just ask Mike Pence.

So, forth hence
say farewell
to the ne’er-do-well.
He might not be
going to hell,
but if we are lucky,
he will be going to jail.
once again
    this time in Georgia
communities of color
saved democracy
from spiraling into
violent authoritarianism

in spite of armed white mobs
     incited by the president's men
breaking into the nation's capitol
looting and destroying
interrupting certification hearings
forcing members of congress
    to seek sheltered places
killing a policeman
causing five more deaths

the scenes
shocked the world
and most U. S.  citizens

america has become small again
no more a beacon of democracy
just another banana republic

in a real democracy
citizens cast their votes
and then respect
certified election results
Daily rallying, bullying, Rioting, lying
Terrorizing Washington DC's peace
Waving weapons, hiding white sheets
All cause the Covidian King wants to keep
The crown
Screaming ***** "Black Lives Matter!"
"Coup-opperate! let's topple the Capitol down!"

Meanwhile the slave-catchers called "police"
Took selfies with these terrorist in the streets
Meanwhile, why were you missing from your own riot?  

You and Your MAGA minions made millions
Of Americans sick.
All of you are still too ill... too illegit to quit!
Tried to dominate twitter with hate,
but Allah don't like that bigoted ****!

We the people of soul and prayer
Have been raising our hands in the air
For four full years
Today, we retire from our weary pursuit
We watch with popcorn as the chickens come home to roost
A poetry slam re: trump's most recent *******
Thomas W Case Aug 2020
*** until the heart stops seems like the logical answer.
Death in sweat drenched ecstasy,
and preferably with
the nubile young Sherriff's wife.
Now, if she's not around, his sister
or Mother would do just fine.
Small town tasty freeze
serves as the last meal.
What a way to go,
behind some greasy cheeseburger
and chocolate shake.  Sheriff said the
budget wouldn't cover the French fries.
I don't care much about myself,
it's mama I'm worried about.
it will just break her heart...I ain't no good.
I hope I can see her if I can get to heaven.
Mama's the best in the world.
Path Humble Dec 2017
The Capitol of My Heart


Psalms Chapter 137 תְּהִלִּים

א  עַל נַהֲרוֹת, בָּבֶל--שָׁם יָשַׁבְנוּ, גַּם-בָּכִינוּ:    בְּזָכְרֵנוּ, אֶת-צִיּוֹן. 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
ב  עַל-עֲרָבִים בְּתוֹכָהּ--    תָּלִינוּ, כִּנֹּרוֹתֵינוּ. 2 Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.
ג  כִּי שָׁם שְׁאֵלוּנוּ שׁוֹבֵינוּ, דִּבְרֵי-שִׁיר--    וְתוֹלָלֵינוּ שִׂמְחָה:
שִׁירוּ לָנוּ,    מִשִּׁיר צִיּוֹן. 3 For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: {N}
'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.'
ד  אֵיךְ--נָשִׁיר אֶת-שִׁיר-יְהוָה:    עַל, אַדְמַת נֵכָר. 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a foreign land?
ה  אִם-אֶשְׁכָּחֵךְ יְרוּשָׁלִָם--    תִּשְׁכַּח יְמִינִי. 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
ו  תִּדְבַּק-לְשׁוֹנִי, לְחִכִּי--    אִם-לֹא אֶזְכְּרֵכִי:
אִם-לֹא אַעֲלֶה, אֶת-יְרוּשָׁלִַם--    עַל, רֹאשׁ שִׂמְחָתִי. 6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; {N}
if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.
ז  זְכֹר יְהוָה, לִבְנֵי אֱדוֹם--    אֵת, יוֹם יְרוּשָׁלִָם:
הָאֹמְרִים, עָרוּ עָרוּ--    עַד, הַיְסוֹד בָּהּ. 7 Remember, O LORD, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; {N}
who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'
ח  בַּת-בָּבֶל,    הַשְּׁדוּדָה:
אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיְשַׁלֶּם-לָךְ--    אֶת-גְּמוּלֵךְ, שֶׁגָּמַלְתְּ לָנוּ. 8 O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; {N}
happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.
ט  אַשְׁרֵי, שֶׁיֹּאחֵז וְנִפֵּץ אֶת-עֹלָלַיִךְ--    אֶל-הַסָּלַע. 9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock. {P}
AvengingPoet Nov 2014
So frustrated, so humiliated,
I stand alone,
On The Shore,
I do not have much else,
But my objective reality,
Nobody can take that away from me,
I may be confused,
But answers will come,
I can do what I want,
As long as I don’t hurt anyone else,
At least I would like to think so,
As burdens are placed upon me,
By entities who do not understand me,
By the men who hold high places,
On top of The Hill,
Who haven’t a clue,
But thievery,
I will not compromise,
I can’t let them take me over,
You can,
But I will not,
I have my objective reality,
That is all I’ve got…
AvengingPoet Sep 2014
When will my people wake up and realize the world in front of them?

They stand at the pass of a rocky edge, each and every day
with no consideration of what that edge signifies
in their daily lives.

They stand at the ocean shore on very few occasions
with maybe a complex thought of independence
but they bury that away.

They stand at the vicious jungle never
where they realize the truth of everything in front of them
but that would be too terrifying.

They will never wake up
therefore someone has to wake them up
painted in images or truthful but hurtful words.

They will criticize and smash things
but mostly the wrong things
and that is the true and honest problem.

They blame a single man as the power
but little are they realizing
that they hold it in themselves
to strive for change and not end the blame of just a single man
every single shameful, disgusting, greedy pig-headed man
sitting in their comfortable chair on top of the hill
not caring about you or me or anyone
but themselves.
AvengingPoet Sep 2014
Justice is lost
Paper gone inflated
Don’t expect to recover anytime soon.

Spending, spending, spending
Killing any value
The massive corporation in bed with everyone.

I’m not talking about Walmart or Exxon or Apple
I’m talking about those on The Hill
What else would they be?

A massive conglomerate of corruption and thievery
Who can decide who dies when
And who the true enemies are.

Snowden is not a patriot they say
But how can he be anything but
No so-called Democracy deserves this right.

Our paper is dying
But keep on falling for ‘hope’ or ‘change’
By the massive two
Who will control, control, control
Until you decide to say ******* no.

Justice is lost.

— The End —