#government poems on Hello Poetry

TheRiverStyx Dec 2017

The Box

Thicker beard.
Consistent and stringent hygiene habits.
Less swearing, more silence.
Politically informed.

More attentive while driving.
Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded.
Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close.
At least the beach is still pristine.

Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was.
Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees.
All military members on leave called back to base.

A box is somewhere.
It has food for one day,
Two passports,
And a pistol.
It sits idly by the door.

#box #thoughts #fear #pistol #beard #food #day #future #anxious #government

Mane Omsy Dec 2017

Something tells me

When every inch of my feelings don’t matter anymore
I write on a blank page with all I got, hitting back
Tell my brain I’m wrong even when I’m right
What if human race doesn’t exist this way
Yes! We slay every life we get hold on
Never matter their feelings when the priority is ours
And when your help descends as you see some fortune
In another hands, to celebrate his victory above all
And ever time you cry pleading help from God
Only this time the wild creature which ****** a million
Would turn screaming that he messed up, ruined his destiny
****** up lives that mattered the most, a moment of silence
All you listened to is to those white BS and Black dollars
Will you ever trust a pathetic white or a black ordinary?
Governments racing their ways to the top hiding crimes
Of their own, leaving innocents behind bars away from love
Will you ever listen instead of hearing? You’ve ****** up
Yeah, several times, something tells me you won’t watch their back
You know time comes when all these will turn upside down
Then where are you running with all these wealth and fake pride
Black eyes and red shirts, pools in shredded tears to a wide Pacific
Your slavery business is world wide, you put it on silence
You always put it on silent, when legends thrive for their kind

#government #world #reality #people #life #black #white #peace #violence

Linkuya Nov 2017

Tell Everyone In the World

Splitting withered leaves in psychedelic wonders,
Walking through the scenic forest of denial,
Weapons of mass destruction crash like thunder,
Manufactured warfare never out of style!

Backbones half grown marching towards death,
Many majorities persecuted by minuscule minorities,
Deciding grey pawns are expendable as a spare breath,
Come quietly now or we'll have to alert the authorities!

Come die for your government one and all,
Trust it's best for you to die in a foreign country,
Drown that PTSD in a little bit of alcohol,
Until you're prematurely buried under a tree!

Finality found in roads left barren and desolate,
Arid and topaz fields filled with suffocation await,
Innocent hopes and pure dreams now reprobate,
Humanity swiftly and succinctly drowned in hate!

#war #politics #government

Brent Kincaid Nov 2017

SERIOUSLY ANGRY

I am very seriously angry
My government has gone mad.
It seems to be out to get me
And take everything I ever had.
Once I was proud of my country
And got a swell in my throat
When I heard the national anthem.
That was before they stole my vote.

That was before I discovered
This country had been co-opted.
That was before the them of hatred
Had been officially adopted.
That was when animals were safe
And our national resources were too.
Now my government was to ******
The birthright owing to me and you.

That was before being rich
Was the only way to be fairly safe.
That was before the government
Chose to put their weapons on strafe.
That was before the wealthy
Could do whatever they might want
And before they felt it was their right
To go on television and flaunt.

They flaunt their hatred of women,
The poor and the weak and sick.
That was before I could not deny
Our country had become a ****;
A horrifyingly rich and powerful
Banana republic , we’re the worst.

Equality and protection are gone
Unless you are a millionaire.
And even then you must adhere
To the party line or else beware.
But we have the greediest bunch
Of liars and evil brand of crooks
That have ever been in control;
The leaders are cooking the books.

#government #graft #corruption #protest #anger #poetry #kincaid

Harry Roberts Nov 2017

Class Genocide 2

All these people
Dying already,
You can't wait for that
So you push at that.

Despicable.
Maybe that's why some of yours
Have died by falling off a chair.
Wheel chair.

Because ours that have been
Bound to a frame by no fault
Of their own are being victimised.

That's being polite...
Because in Reality these people that haven't had much in Life get it all taken away.
(That's Government)
That's abuse and outright brutality.

You selfish C*^
And fat cats like you.
Class Genocide
that's the hill you hike.

Yes. That's the path you walk
And it's written in the **** you talk.

Hell has a special place for people like you.

Talk like you aim to change,
All you care to change is
Your own income.

It's written in the **** you talk.

#government #genocide #2017 #england

Harry Roberts Nov 2017

Class Genocide

Parasites and their schemes,
Gaia shaking with innocents screams.

How they set up society,
So they could get more
While you become emaciated.

Because if your Black or of ethinic
Backgrounds,
If your disabled
And let's not forget
Poor...

You'll reap more poverty at
The hands of these parasites.
These politicians &
This monarchy.

But you're to short sighted to See.
Weight of reality presses like
The pressure of the sea.

These people born to poverty,
Did not decide it,
Just in the same way
You didn't pick a womb to reside in.

Yet you have the media
Inciting Anger and misplaced Rage.

Against those that can't afford a pen,
Let alone a page.

Because if your Black or of Ethnic descent, disabled and poor,
You're the parasites these
Fat Cats scheme about.
Class Genocide, there'll only
Be more.

There will only be more

#political #class #genocide #government #2017

Adele Nov 2017

I, You, We... a Dead Man (1984)

I can hear them. There is not one, but might be hundreds of them lurking behind these rickety wood walls.

He is watching. The party has always been watching. I can control my thoughts. Cogito ergo sum. This is my world, no one can touch me. These are my thoughts, my heart beats for what is good for me. My hands scrawling, my brain is just scribbling.

Yet, I’ve known from the start that I am a dead man.

I didn’t commit adultery, I followed them. I am alive, I can feel my heart racing. My blood all over my body... reminds me why I’m here. To survive and live, yet I am still a dead man.

I am no mute, but I can’t speak. While writing this I can picture my hands and feet with shackles, wounds of torture. I’ve been always a dead man.

The prole doesn’t know. They need to know. They should stop listening or watching the telescreen. They should strive to dig the Oldspeak.

Oh, right. Who dares to doublethink against a totalitarian regime anyway?

The guns are always on their hands. The war is always going. It’s always here. The past... is always here. We don’t see it, but it’s here! There’s nowhere to run or hide, the world tried.

I will be the next unperson, vaporising in the history of Oceania. They won’t remember. They’ll try not to remember. We are a nobody. Winston was right. I can feel the boot stamping on my face. This is the future.

My voice... is a thought crime, will never be accepted in this society.

I am a dead man.

I am ready... the Thought Police has been always watching me. The INGSOC. Big Brother. I will never love him!

But I am ready to be trap in the place where there is no darkness. I am ready... for the Ministry of Love.

I won’t ever, ever love Big Brother!

I do not care, for I am already a dead man!

GLOSSARY OF TERMS

• Big Brother- the face of the Party, the leader behind the great power. The best part is that we never come to confirm his actual existence. He might not even be real. Maybe the Party just hired an intimidating-looking male model to make those posters. The face of the Party, Big Brother acts as reassurance and a trustworthy entity for many (his name is warm and fuzzywarm and fuzzy and easy to embrace). Yet, he is also your biggest enemy and threat – if you are one of the criminals (he is watching your every move).

• Cogito ergo sum- Renee Descartes, the famous philosopher, used that to prove his own existence. It literally means, "I think; therefore, I am." He claimed that his ability to form thoughts made him a real, living, human being.

• Doublethink- the acceptance of two contradictory ideas or beliefs at the same time.

• INGSOC- "Ingsoc" means "English Socialism." The "Ing-" is based on the pronunciation of "English" and "-soc" on "socialism."

• Oceania - The super state in which protagonist Winston Smith dwells. It is believed to be composed of the Americas, the British Isles (called "Airstrip One" in the novel), Iceland, Australia, New Zealand, Polynesia, and Southern Africa below the River Congo.

• Ministry of Love- The Ministry of Love (or Miniluv in Newspeak) serves as Oceania's interior ministry. It enforces loyalty to Big Brother through fear, buttressed through a massive apparatus of security and repression, as well as systematic brainwashing

• Oldspeak- normal English usage as opposed to technical or propagandist language

• Prole- a shortening of the word proletarian, a term for the working class.

• Telescreen- a wall-mounted electronic device that doubles as a television and a surveillance camera. Used by the Thought Police to monitor the citizens.

• Thoughtcrime- even more serious offense than committing an actual crime: It's the act of thinking about committing a crime. You have thoughts that conflict with the Party line, like thinking "Big Brother is ungood.”

• Thought Police- a group of people with totalitarian views on a given subject, who constantly monitor others for any deviation from prescribed thinking

• Unperson- someone who has been vaporized. Vaporization is when a person is secretly murdered and erased from society, the present, the universe, and existence. Such a person would be taken out of books, photographs, and articles so that no trace of them is found in the present anywhere – no record of them would be found.

• Winston Smith- a fictional character and the protagonist of George Orwell's 1949 novel Nineteen Eighty-Four.

-INSPIRED BY GEORGE ORWELL’s 1984-

(a life-changing recommended read)

#1984 #georgeorwell #totalitarian #government #freedom #war

Ashley Moor Nov 2017

I would love you

It’s 1:02 p.m.
on a Wednesday
I am waiting to take a test
1:03 p.m.
and I am willing
to test my willingness
to stay here
in a town that moves
on the back
of a razorblade.
They never say
what we are waiting for
here
in the quiet
resistance
like the eye of the storm
on the softest sheets.
I have become an antique,
a collectible,
a hollow instrument
used for my city’s defense.
I have begun
to move backwards,
erasing time
in a land where
clocks don’t tick
and lights don’t blink.
Love
here
always moves like the weather –
moving
churning
spilling
breathing
forcing
uncompromising
is the love of Mother Nature.
If I had met you
before the government won
or after my mind
became a gun
I would love you
I would love you
I would love you
better.

Missing you.

#love #government #war

Ace Sargent Oct 2017

- in the case of the 8-year-old little boy-

In the case of the 8-year-old little boy
The child who said he wanted to see
I am sorry I could not stop you, angel
From becoming part of this machine
To pull you from those cogs and screws
And cover your innocent ears
From the churning and turning of politics
Of old white men’s right-wing fears
In the case of the 8-year-old little boy
I know you want to fix the worlds scrapes
But the earth is not like your boo boo
And mommy’s desk doesn’t have enough tape
I am sorry I could not stop them, baby
From taking away your dreams
They would not listen to my screaming
They couldn’t hear mommy over the machine
In the case of the 8-year-old little boy
Don’t let that light die in your eyes
I know the world can be a bully
But there was a time so was your mind
I am sorry I could not stop them, sweetie
From saying all those bad things
An 8-year-old shouldn’t be hearing how
The government tears off angel wings.

for the raising of little ones

#growingup #sad #angel #baby #dreamer #thinker #government #bully