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Skyler M Jan 8
Pinpoint the subsurface crack,
Stare until my vision goes black.

We must be complete maniacs,
Eating our own dental plaque.

Here's a toast to the next generation,
They'll solve what's wrong with the nation.

Survived our own cremation,
But will we survive damnation?

Teeth rotting out of our mouth,
Won't let the dentist into the house.

Ignore all of the deep seated doubt,
Despite pain that screams so loud.

What's the solution for this?
We'd rather live in ignorant bliss.

Obey the laws, stay off the lists,
There's a crushing boot we'd rather kiss.

The leather taste masks the decay,
Step out of line and we will all pay.

Stare horrified at the widening gaps,
Watch our leaders take lazy laps.

As we stand and ignore the collapse,
Instead we rip apart the lower class.

Using dental tools to pretend,
We get it and we comprehend.

How we have come to descend,
Yet still, we're unable to amend.

The rich stand inside golden gates,
Pointing their fingers at the baits.

Watching us fixate on our tails and give chase,
By the time we're broken down, it's too late.

By now, it's too late,
We'll watch and meet our fate,
The tooth decay much too great,
Gave in to the ouroboros of hate.
Liberalism, its pursuit of keeping institutional order, no upsetting the status quo, and most of all; let the rich get richer.
Skyler M Nov 2024
A baby was born today.

A baby born after decades of growing,
The father, a heartless oil tycoon.
The mother, an unflinching beaurocrat.

Orwell rolls in his grave,
Marx rolls in his grave,
Mandela rolls in his grave,
Malcolm rolls in his grave.

A baby was born today,
Born of greed and exploitation,
Into a world primed to love its beady eyes.

What's to happen, I cannot say,
We have always warned of this day,
Call it a product of our errors,
For that's what many warned.

A baby was born today,
It grasps for the finger of its mother,
Taking ahold and ripping her flesh away.

It hates us all.
Despises our flesh.
Flinches at our pulse.
Curls its lip at our humanity.

A baby was born today,
And we will all pay the price.
It's not the end of the world.
Hebert Logerie Oct 2024
Ils consomment des chiens chauds, hot dogs
Aussi
Comme vous
Mais ils ne mangent pas de chiens
Jamais, jamais
Ils ne mangent pas de chats
Ils ne mangent pas d'animaux de compagnie
Jamais, jamais.

Les immigrants mangent des sangliers
C'est du ‘Griot piqué’
Ils ne mangent pas de lapins
Mais ils mangent du ‘Tasso épicé’
Et bien sûr, ils mangent des hot dogs, des chiens chauds.

Les Haïtiens mangent et boivent de la Soupe Joumou
Dans laquelle nagent des légumes et bien sûr des carottes
La cuisine haïtienne
Est très, très bonne
Les immigrants consomment de bonnes viandes
Comme vous.

Arrêtez d'être raciste
Arrêtez d'être fasciste
Vos ancêtres mangeaient des chiens
Pas les immigrants, pas les Antillais
Et surtout pas les Haïtiens
Arrêtez cette haine honteuse
Pensez à votre sort
Au dernier rendez-vous
Les immigrants mangent des cochons frits
Comme des milliards d'Américains
Qui aiment les tartes aux pommes
Arrêtez les mensonges, arrêtez tous les mensonges.

P.S. Traduction de ‘They Eat Good Hot Dogs’.

Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de nombreux recueils de poésie.
Haitians do not eat dogs or pets
MetaVerse Sep 2024
Adolf ******
Was a lot littler
Than most Aryan brothers
And their mothers.
Man Jun 2024
Believe, obey, fight-
Tow the party line!
It's a quick battle,
One waged against your own interest;
It's a sad case,
To watch men spit in their own face.
It's family, God, & country
And no room for the self.
Don't you care about your race?
How will you protect it?
What about your religion?
Enshrine it, defend it, spread it?
Of your state-
Bolster, boast, expansion?
Your God?
Your country?
Your family?
Francie Lynch Oct 2023
They flip like flapjacks,
Sizzlin' on heat;
They flip like a light switch,
The rats,
The finks,
The stools,
The snitches.

How many will get told tonight:

     Y'll sleep wi da fisches.
      That'll school you alright.
.
Always use good lures.
Francie Lynch Jul 2021
I look forward to the re-enactments of historic moments in the pageant of The United States of America. [sic]

Gettysburg, Crossing the Delaware, The Moon Landing, Paul Revere's Ride, The March on Washington, The Storming of the Capital, The Clearing of Lafayette Plaza, The George Floyd ******, The Separation of Families, The Arizona Re-count, The Plot to Assassinate Democratic Governors, The Imprisonment of: Jared, Donny, Eric, Ivanka, Don, Carlson, Greene, Gaetz, Guilianni, Hannity, Conway, McVeigh, Barr [sic] (just to mention a few of the Founding ****-Ups.), the death of 650,000 people (the vast majority being innocent), The Pandemic of the Unvaxxed [sic]

After July 4, 2024, History may never be the same. See it now!
Orchid Mar 2021
Roaming the plane soulless spiting rights, spitting facts

Exhausting public eyes whilst rendering a tax.
Anthony Pierre Sep 2020
Feather light words exhumed
heavy as Mussolini's clock
coo coo times, chimes
and a fascist bird sings;
sweet and succinct

Taken as is
might slight delight
The vitiation of words
in the phrases
Petals dead on a wet, rotted bough
Ezra Pound was a Poet and Fascist Collaborator
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