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Let's not be afraid to make a stand
Against hate and bigotry on this land
Let's stop the hypocrites cold
Now. Let's repudiate their old
Ideas and their archaic and spurious values
Let's unmask them and expose their views
Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word
To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword
Which can decapitate and destroy good people
Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple
Let's be against white prejudice
Let's be against black prejudice
Let's be against ignorance and intolerance
Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense
Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry
Vote NO, against racism and hate
Vote for love, equality, and liberty
Expose and vote against the candidate
Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans
The Syrians and the wounded Veterans
They are all our brothers and sisters
Who are suffering under strange situation
Let's vote against the bigots and the haters
Let's say NO to racism, and take action
At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY
And togetherness. Together: we are strong
Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong
Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers
Of ******, Mussolini, the Third *****, the haters
Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady
We are ONE against the bullies of this country
Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity
Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry
Today, tomorrow, and forever
Love is eternal; love is better.

Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Ken Pepiton Oct 29
Doorkeeper,
where can I find an attention spanner?

Wrenching the nose, brings forth blood,
so it don't freeze, yawn and rub eustacy
from your wide open heavily hooded eyes

Eutopian Earthian Mind Schemes,
not dreams, moral equivalency resets/upgrade

Free any ostiarius,
and find doors open
in the realm of curiosity,

the bane of short attention,
at tenere, eh, stretch

the fabric of reality just so far, the bubble
we be sayin' wagwan like a password, pops

and what is going on, lets any enter, imagining

this exclusive, exceptionalist aweformed bubble…

when a reader re ads attention tension,
pop, the idea that was the weasle,
offers a way to say this and get free. An ostiarius,
freed from slavery when we read the idle teacher

of decolonizing clogged cognitive colons…

and the sweet persuaders remind us whose time\

Yours, we took this much attention,
but you can still use it, we sorta cloned you.
I did not know this, now we both do:
An ostiarius, a Latin word sometimes anglicized as ostiary but often literally translated as porter or doorman, originally was an enslaved person or guard posted at the entrance of a building, similarly to a gatekeeper.

In the Roman Catholic Church, this "porter" became the lowest of the four minor orders prescribed by the Council of Trent. This was the first order a seminarian was admitted to after receiving the tonsure. The porter had in ancient times the duty of opening and closing the church-door and of guarding the church, especially to ensure no unbaptised persons would enter during the Eucharist. Later on, the porter would also guard, open and close the doors of the sacristy, baptistry and elsewhere in the church.
Asmita Ray Aug 27
My eyes bleed of a thousand woes
My heart throbs, when I hear the raven's crows
About those crestfallen shadows
That prowl faintly beneath our skin
Pining to take shape of a vile thing

I beseech, if only a sacred voice
Quell these demons back
Like a ray of light piercing through a crack
Betwixt this odious curse--
Albeit to free us.
Day to day
Lips of values; simpler eyes
Wishes so profound, asking if intellect may?
Deciding upon sharing, a whetted appetite for why...

Is a humanity seen, the better voice to lead?
Quiet bother, the serious
If not the scurrilous; a wish so alive in said...
Solace and virtue, a place for each seldom of hope, curious...

Wet eyes, with a moment to tell?
Why the tear of valor, to make a realm in each, a patience?
Having come and went to wisdom for a word, with hell...
Which has become a raging stir, of what was a heart of vanity, with terror for ages?

Your strength, if not the storm of perseverance
I've seen to be; a dance in the sunlight...
Where a sigh of requite, is no requiem, of vehement chance
A voice of change, that has become only better in insight's mind

An obvious example, comes to mine...
If the twain is to be a champion, of what we know for truth
Isn't a wish the future, as if a premonition was forever kind...
Every spirit of determination, asking what is a light to risen youth?
So further, for a mightier word there...
Liberty is planted in the heart you know
It has taken root and flames our soul
Once a seed but now a Tree
Outstretched with Branches
For the World to See
We can Breathe, We can Conceive
Believe we can in all our Dreams...
Journey on  yes we  must
Blind at times
But still we trust
That when a rush of wind
Blows through our leaves
Safe is our Soul, Our Tree
We can Breathe, we can Conceive
Believe we can in all our Dreams.

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
19/03/2009
An inner World View perhaps...
Nat Lipstadt Jun 9
we are all liars.


in the endless combat battle of our internal infernal eternal
wills,

we lie-kid-delude ourselves with futuristic promises,
false pretenses,
oaths and rosy predictions
in bold and bareface thoughts,
all lies, as they pass from the conscious
to the part of the brain where
guilt is stored and storied

our success leads to extensions,
the big white lies we tell others
from shame, or kindness,
and trip so easy off our moistened,
tongue licked lips, that we are continually
amazed
by our ease telling
lies.

I read the words *
factual liberty” in the “newspaper of record,”(1)

regarding some political figures who oft
do tell short and tall tales
with great frequency, are
feel free by taking
“factual liberty”
and so
my
heart

skips a beat:
hostages released,
lies well dressed
and redressed
in prom attire lies well
dressed poems birthed
for the arbiters of
worldwide
propriety,

have granted me
life and the
pursui of happiness,
and most importantly
liberty, from those terrorizing
the
factuals

Sun~Day
Jun9
2024
8:55AM
_in my hometown~
(1) New York Times
Man Dec 2023
Peace & love
And safety, security.


The art of war,
Is the portrait of justice-
The picture of peace.
The liberty to live free,
As we choose and want to be:
But the duty to defend what we believe.
Power of the money printer
Quite intoxicating

Stealing from the rest of us
Shame, incriminating

Modern Monetary Theory
Slowly devastating

Bitcoin makes the money true
Free and liberating

Rebuilding our lives and wealth
All appreciating

Cantillon theft and seigniorage
Now eliminating

Bitcoin adoption ‘cross the world
Fast accelerating
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery075BitcoinIsLiberating.html
David Hilburn Oct 2023
Understand the name
Ushered with soliloquy
Urged and formed with particularity's same
Utterly and heralded if decency...

Us, words to live by...
Totals of uniqueness, a use for today
Simple replies to vestige, the way we live...
And the example, of a question to winds of strange...

Changes, the toward in the capricious deed, a harmony
To look beyond the overt, the escapism and the mayhem
We favored for a legend of the everyday, a breaking testimony
Ready to live in the times, a comparison to lend and whim

The this of thus, a lovers blessing, still a richer lessoning?
To which we never knew, a hap in the meager throe of light
That said the more, the news of sincerity for its guessing?
Was a marvel of unction, to let a reach of bests, become might?

That somber need
Enabled with the calm of a noble friend
Poise is us once again, a promise amid the heed
Of causes said for, sated with and a salt to the end

Privilege, do we remember your silent approach?
To the truth, a vanity we share to know a callous sorts of, you
Taken with a harrowed moment, to these we will know
The taint and the tender, asking in platonic voice, is ought too; soon?
Understood with a time for a tact, a providence is ours until facts are let, until we are fed the truth...
David Hilburn Aug 2023
Since meaning you
A tool of wishes that never was
Mercy me, and the tone of a voice, with should...
The times are a glittering star, that knew ourselves thus

Shape of things to come:
Hap is such a worldly ply, of a hosts among
Sense is mine, that could, a reprimand in heat and one
Same to you, after such an introduction, are we going long?

Share the bite of distance, the tale to tell
Is heed, a speed with special eyes?
If nowhere has a call to air, the littlest bit of well...
A hard swallow of persuasion, a solace with moments of pride

Sacred? or the stir of person's in the name
Of cope, the tooth to display a better tongue
Which for a seldom used word, is the better of a cares fame
Caught in the now, and lost in the voice of eaves, wronged?

History
And the calling of a world to the simplest of so's
Looking a sanity, with a single idea, a query
Of what was the cold shoulder of a smile, that came to woes?

And found me, in the turn of chaste into sweeter pasts
Time to remember the court, of decision we made
An aging hope, to live longer by the need, which asks
Is it time to dance again, like a prettier sorts said...
Welcome home honey, timidity has chosen us to share a miracle's kiss, with a pretty silence...
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