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deadhead May 1
i refuse to bow down to modern policies
all they do is lie and feign their apologies.
promising to protect all we have left
when they're the ones responsible for the theft,
robbing us of our lives all for the "greater cause"
forcing us to abide by the most outrageous of laws.
they try ever so hard to make sure that you fail
and if you somehow make it past, they throw you in jail
you dare to have a voice, and they tear you apart
by trying to crush your spirit and heart.
stealing the land to claim and sell as their own
just so they can replace all of the beauty with silicone.
i can't just stand by and watch this anymore
i'll use my words in a way in which they can't ignore.
i have but one more thing that i want to say, or rather, ask
i could never do this alone, do you suppose you'd be up to the task?
i'm tired of sitting idly by, watching the world be destroyed by my own kind
Power is pleasure
but pleasure can always end up toxic.
State blames the power,
the power is a slave to the money,
money running this nation,
Man-made paper running Man.
too much politics, weak politics
When I was a child,
I often played in the field,
played with mud there,
ran on the rice fields,
on the vast expanse of rice,
birds were flying,
chirped sweetly,
the air was fresh,
the smell of dew,
the sun's light was so beautiful shining on a hopeful face,
sweat pouring down,
hope the harvest can go well.

But when I grew up,
I saw that many rice fields became high-rise office buildings,
company factories.
People lost their fields,
were sold to the powerful.
They say,
for development,
for common prosperity.
they destroy the environmental order, waste is scattered,
the soil is completely damaged and excavated.
They displace,
drive away.

They say this is our land.
They are the rich.
Who can manage everything.
This poem was written because of the many problems experienced in the government of my country. People oppress with power. Money has always been a tool to make everything attainable, regardless of other people, regardless of the environment. The peasants, never prosperous, never independent. Rich people set prices, then looked for bigger profits. So sad, even having to import rice, they said, is not enough food needs.

Indonesia, 18th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Sanko Feb 28
Sweet silver tongue
Builder of hope and of Nations undone
Whispers of light against the darkness beyond
Oppressive dictators, shackles of freedom with the tune of a hum

Hum sweet silver tongue, do you tire to be a rudder
Sailing your ship through the cracks of instability, tearing down a sister, or a brother
Setting up systems, to rob child from their mother
Foreign lands now discovered, shackled hands, the nations dollar

When you’re sitting in your palaces,
Sipping blood from your chalices, made from labour of your educated salve, indoctrinated ways, disseminated lies- made to believe these shackles are made to save

Sweet silver tongue, do you blame the throne or do you blame the song, do you blame the culture gifted from generations gone
Do you blame the man upon whom this title is on,
Or do you blame the nations lalaby to the newborn, “live for today, tomorrow may never come”

Price of admission
jia Jul 2016
people shall govern,
as the fools will be burned.
mass will reign and learn.
mula sa masa, tungo sa masa.
jia Feb 18
hungry for power
while the poor starve from hunger
the rich shall cower
Quand le peuple n'aura plus rien à manger, il mangera le riche.

When the people shall have nothing more to eat, they will eat the rich.
It’s not a lie to bring them inside
and pretend spring

with central heating
drying sad eyes and itching skin
at least they offer a semblance
of a truth balefully missed

though the distant future
still promises such
current hands are hamfisted
in the art of wish fulfilment
Lisa Jan 11
Each day we’d tell ourselves, it can’t get any worse.
But we’d wake up to the next bombshell from the Donald Trump curse.
His rhetoric and false promises stirred something in millions.
He was going to “drain the swamp” be the man of the people to his minions.
He brought out the worst of us, appealed to their deepest fears
Convinced them they could stop hiding, gave them a voice for four years.
He treated our country as the setting for his next reality show.
Each day a new episode, with fake news and Democrats the greatest foe.
He’d tweet unintelligible nonsense in the middle of the night,
Encouraging racists to come out from under their rocks and be ready for a fight.
Four years of bigotry, vitriol, and insulting nicknames,
crimes, pardons, and everyone else always to blame.
He bullied and intimidated, to keep his allies securely in his pocket.
And if you veered off his path, he’d add you to his docket.
These spineless Republicans who went along with this charade,
They were the most pathetic, doing his bidding as they were played.
The Trumper fanatics seem to have short term memory loss.
“Mexico will pay for the wall!” he said.
Now they’re paying for its cost.
Putting children in cages, separating them from their parents at the border.
300 children still missing, reuniting families, a useless order.
There were “good people on both sides” when white supremacists came to ****.
“Stand down and stand by”, he told the Proud Boys when asked to rebuke their will.
Each day we listened, watched, and read things we just couldn’t believe.
No one thanked him for McCain’s funeral, he told “the squad” to go back to where they came from and leave.
He insulted the city of Baltimore and labeled poorer countries as “**** holes”.
He alienated us from allies, and continuously used erroneous numbers in the polls.
The problem is, this is REALITY, not a show, and people’s lives were in his little hands.
He has no concept of consequence, having everything handed to him from his dad.
The list of his transgressions is long, but there’s one that will follow him to hell.
He knew how dangerous Covid 19 was, and decided not to tell.
He said it was not a big deal, not to worry, that they were prepared.
Looks like by April, when it gets a little warmer, it miraculously goes away,” he declared.
This is the flu, it’s just a flu. Don’t wear a mask, everything’s fine, was his call.
We’re doing a “tremendous job” he said, he’s not concerned at all.
Well now we see the result of his inaction and he said he takes no responsibility.
Thousands are dead and dying, NO LEADERSHIP was the key.
A sigh of relief when he wasn’t reelected, but he refuses to concede.
The election was rigged, the Democrats cheated, although there was no evidence to see.
His “alternative facts” were denied by the courts time and time again.
So what does he do, he turns to the underbelly, his faithful, deplorable friends.
As a result we saw something on Jan 5th that we’ve NEVER seen before.
These “protesters” stormed the capitol building, bashed in windows and broke down doors.
All the while, they were chanting their mantra to their king.
Replacing the American flag with a Trump flag, destroying everything.
These weren’t protesters, these were terrorists, leaving the chambers a wreck.
No respect for the ceremonies from the Constitution they say they vow to protect.
If that was a mob of black Americans, do you think they would have made it to the front door?
They would have been showered with tear gas, and shot dead, racial injustice to the core.
Trump loved every minute of it, held off the National Guard as pandemonium reeled.
Then he tweeted a loving video telling the thugs they were special and he knows just how they feel.
If there is a bright side to this attack on democracy,
it’s that it clearly exposed the ****** representatives for everyone to see.
It’s been interesting to see his greatest supporters jump like rats from the ship.
The biggest *** kissers in his club now want no association with him.
****** too, had dedicated followers who believed themselves to be good people.
And then they paid the price when the term **** became synonymous with evil.
To me, those who have sided with Trump will always be a mystery.
But one thing I do know is all of their names will go down on
the wrong side of history.
Tam Jan 11

You may believe
your ***
belongs on a

You may believe
is yours to

But the only
that should ever house
your  wretched

is the





after you

thinking about all

reminiscing of

shortly before

shattering to



within the confines
of a
You are not a god because you are not worthy of worship.
Even maggots are better than you.
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