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   considered (with an eye blink)
   positing the following blurb
   for a very short while

asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
   oaf fish shill offal
   continuous, indecorous,
   and poisonous barbs doth re vile

me, an anonymous middle aged
   concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
   unfairly debase creatures such as
   snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators, 

   whose aggressive acceptable modes, 
   one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
   cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
   mawkish philistine (YES, I
   MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)

   figuratively roasting
   respectable people analogous
   to rake them over hot coals
   then, burn them at the stake,
   which witch trial characters assassination

   with point blank expletives
   found an introspective chap (yours truly)
   responds to broadcast
   unflattering sentiments,
   albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
   yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,

said brief explanation motive enough
   (occurred within a split second)
   after gleaning most recent denigrating,
   hurtful, lambasting puerile

verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
   (MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
   genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed

   at venal wickedness by thee ->
   President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
   slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,

   cringeworthy diurnal,
   and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
   or smother mental illness,
   ye would immediately refute,
   and be in din aisle.
Graff1980 Feb 2018
They agree with me
retroactively,
say they
were always
against the hate,

but I remember when
those women
and men
came rolling in
with their rage,

when they said
the immigrants
were to blame,
when the few
who stood against them
were defamed.

It has happened
again and again,
blacklists,
secret prisons,
social poisons,
marches,
white rage,
fascism.
The masses join in
while we keep struggling.

Then when
peace swings
back in,
when the pendulum
is less threatening
I hear them say
that they never behaved
that way. *******!

I’ll bet their grandchildren will proclaim
“I could never be led astray the same way.”
Then make the same about face.
Graff1980 Feb 2018
What is it like
to live on
the storm front
in the USA?

When clouds of discontent
come close and portend
agents of our
shared destruction;

When poverty’s blistering winds
blast the faces of
the poor women, men,
and starving children;

When the sounds of sorrow
swoosh in a swirling
tornado,
even though,
the wealthy know
that those
tax cuts don’t grow
our system
but push it to the brink;

Till, the storm drops
and this farce we
call democracy
is washed away
in favor of
an uncertain future.
Hodan Khalif Dec 2017
if only someone could rise from the grave,

and tell me what lies beyond this world,

perhaps I’d wake up knowing,

heaven isn’t like this,

that it won’t stink of dead children,

that english won’t haunt our tongues,

that it isn’t discovered by Colombus or another white man who seems to discover everything for us,

that its rivers won’t be flowing with our ancestors tears

and its homes won’t be built on their steel-like spines,

because maybe, heaven won’t know grief like black mothers,

won’t have to soak in the injustices white terrorism scattered,

wont bleach out my history and skin,

because if even in heaven my people are refugees,

if they’re still numb ****** and foreign speaking terrorists,

if my existence is still a cause of discomfort for the ‘normal’ folk

then past the grave ,

nothing but stillness awaits people like me,

but at least all this pain and violence won’t follow us to the grave,

coz’ if even if our lives were designed for wounds and pain,

it won’t be here,

At least my grave,

Won’t take my life twice.

// If heaven is still like this
Sara Kellie Dec 2017
It's raining, it's raining.
Her blood, it is draining.
She went to bed, he smashed her head,
for nagging and complaining.

Now he's inside and oh, how he cried.
The lucky ******* should have fried.
Someone told her Mum & Dad,
I have some news, it's really bad.

She's loved to dance since she was five.
She can't do that, she's not alive.
He was a talent, web site creation,
he'll return to that when he gets probation.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Inspired by the news & a story of violence, (in)justice and death.
Sleepz Nov 2017
Minds - troubled,
needles in the brain - doubled,
thousand times - stumbled,

Words without meaning so misleading
consequences of seeing demons
and looking for reasons
to please legions
of unthankful spirits

Holocaustic thoughts belong in a box,
locked away;
Judgemental attitudes are supplemental
be careful because they're contagious;
An ill mind rages only to do what it's trained to.

****** first started with a disease,
it's called gossip.
But the world can't see that the things they breathe
out from their teeth goes into the atmospheric breeze
and it's not just carbon dioxide it's more like monoxide for the soul.

Destroyers of one another they are,
an alien race once said.
Rob from one another they do.
**** each other they do.
Help each other, what's the point?

KIlled one, helped another,
Do they only defend their brothers?
Got killed, tried to protect.
Now they end the same as them?
Only accept few, can't accept all.

Confused, what's on the news,
the soul of ****** going at it again.
If what's on the news is true
is there a God or a heaven?
7/11 robbed, twin towers bombed, only thing to do is revenge.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
Spoof.
Two evils don't do a good
Goof.
Evil genius way too lenient.

They end with solutions that cause more problems,
in order to find more problems in the next 10 seconds
they all recon on the other being defeated
don't want to be judged yet they judge
Bring the Supreme Court judge let's prepare her sentence.
Remove her head,
Call us the Reverants.

Death.
L S O Oct 2017
Ang salita ng hari ay apoy
na nagpapainit sa pugon
ng kawalang-katarungan,
nagpapakulo sa bituka
ng balikong lipunan

kung saan ang kampeon
ng disiplina
ay nagiging kampon
ng pagmamalabis,
at ang pagtakbo ng hustisya
ay nauungusan na
ng pagtakbo ng mga nasisiil.

At sa gitna ng kaguluhan,
sa gitna ng katahimikan
ng karamihan,
mas lumalakas ang loob
ng masasamang-loob,
at lalong lumalago
ang masasamang damo.

Sindilim na ng gabi
ang tanghaling tapat,
sa panganib na ngayo'y
wala nang pinipiling oras

at ang buhay na iyong
pinagkaingat-ingatan,
baka bukas sa kalsada'y
isang mantsang pula na lamang.
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