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Oh words, a vile pit of clay to be formed for each guest they meet.
Shall our digits press upon them in this way or that as a creaght
Of thoughtless claws within a lying dainty love of the gravest making.
Let not these words be the reason that we are forsaken.

I form out of the clay a form of an empty skull.
Yet has not this skull a tongue in its hull
Like a politician who drowns out the emptiness of its head?
One whose reach would circumvent God himself - as if the almighty were dead.

But my skull says NO! Good morning my sweet Lord!
Thou, my most highest idea, have mercy on this – my gourd
And tell us how to oust these screeching clowns.
I see the good book inside this face, tubes of you and other pointless nouns.

A Politicians’ speech - as empty as an empty skull full of worms
Whose bone is worthless to all but its breeding.
Watch them – never listen – watch their tongue as it squirms.
These people only see words as how they can be used to be misleading.

How absolute this knave is who speaks from a card.
An invocation made not by pure thoughts but infiltrated by lard
Greasing the mind into inclusion with nothing but simple sounds.
With hair and makeup and clothing – and the empty skull - they are the clowns.
Just an expression of my disdain for politicians.
Ask what she wants, Ask what he needs
He'll write you an epistle, She'll sing you a psalm
Present all she needs, Avail all he requires
He buries them in the earth, She hides them in her purse
To her brother, She is the new era
To his sister, He is the long awaited change
First name, Pseudo
Last name, Grabby
Joined in unholy matrimony
They bring forth
EMPTY PROMISES and HYPOCRISY
Regurgitating from their long throats
Indigestible pellets, packaged as permanent solutions
Whilst
Skillfully silencing the many angels
Seated on their right shoulder
Ask him what he has done, Ask her what she is doing
And like ostriches,
Heads buried in the sand, Butts hanging out
They just don't care


©Belema.S.Ekine
Emma Hill Jan 2017
Black lives matter
Not a war cry, but a plea
An affirmation, united nation
A cry of passion and a
call to action
The coming together
Of "we"
All lives matter--or rather--
White lives matter
When the police say, please
Put the gun down, cease!
As our brothers and sisters lie deceased
In the streets
With their murders captured, viral, shared
Not a human, but a piece of meat

The enemy of the people
The enemies of "we"
Sit high upon their thrones
Dictating laws for you
And me
They tell us we are free
While they force us to our knees
Our enemy is not beside but
The persons above, who reside
"They" "the man" "big brother" "the suits"
Obama, Trump, Clinton--Bernie Sanders, too
United we stand, united "they" fall
And perhaps, on that day, we can say "all"

But for now
Black Lives Matter
To fight is our choice
The power is in the people and
Our collective voice
Stand together, make things better
And hear humanity rejoice
Brent Kincaid Jan 2017
Jackals  and *******
Clowns and criminals;
Lies and libelous lambastes
With integrity minimal.
Grande Guignol politics
From pusillanimous politicians
Poisoning the populace
With only selfish ambitions.

Sleight of hand shysters
And self-appointed diplomats
Throw out all their morals
And set out the welcome mat
For those the most likely
To pay the highest bribe
And have no care if they sell
The land from under the tribe.

So what if water is poisoned?
As long as they make money.
After all, the rich aren’t harmed.
Now isn’t that incredibly funny?
Who cares about the future?
What matters is right now
And the profit they can make.
It is what the law will allow.

And those that wrote those laws
So cleverly and quietly confused
The very people stupid enough
To so gullibly to be thus used.
But jackals and *******
Really aren’t animals at all.
Nor are they household pets
Who come when they are called.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2017
I cry beware, there's danger there,
But nobody is listening.
I raise my voice and twist my face.
There are tears glistening.
I can see it coming like an ugly beast.
Why the hell can't they smell it at least?
This is going to be like a four-year tsunami,
But sadly, one that won't go away.

All the things we know to be destructive
Are waiting in the wings.
The freedom of us and our nation
May not survive this thing.
While promises of greatness resonate
The putrid smell of recent history
So impatiently waits the doom
While fools bemoan their misery.

The train wreck of modern life
Reverberates in the ears of the wise
And distractions abound in media
While lies are waved before the eyes
Of those loo lazy to leave the couch
To vote or attend meetings or speak;
To stand up for the rights they have
Or find the peace they say they seek.

The national criminals are thrilled
Meanwhile, we are trained to wail
And call evil names about trivia;
About things like someone’s email
And who stands or sits at a game,
Or who is fornicating with who
While, for some, there is nothing
Too immoral some other person can do.
Big Virge Dec 2016
I have been asked ...

"Why my poetry's, So Angry !?!"

It's ANGRY ...
cos' of ... things I see ... !!!

" Broken Families " ...
MTV ... Men Who ... " Live " ...
to make .... " MONEY " ....

" People " ... who just ...
.... " STARE AT ME " .... ?!?!?

People who .....
" Control " ... MY WEEK ... !!!

" Corporate Thieves " ...
... " Corrupt MP's " ...  !!!!!

Racist Police .... !!!!! ....
NEEDLESS ... " Grief " ...

People who ... " Act " ...
like they ... Can't See ...
Problems in ... society ... ?!?

" Impropriety " ....

YES ... STUPID REMARKS ...
People make .... to me .... !?!

" Technology " .....
Adverts selling ... " 50 Texts for FREE !!! "

Now ... This is one thing ...
that does .... " ANGER ME " .... !!!!!

What ...
REALLY ... in life ... ?
is .... " EVER FREE " .... ?!!!?

Women who ... think ...
that they ... should be ...

A Re-incarnation ....
of the ... " Iron Lady " ...

" Thatcherism " ...
" Capitalism "  ...

Ism's that keep ...
Minds ... "imprisoned" ...

Prisons ... where ...
Black Folk are ... living ...
Even if ... They're ... INNOCENT ... !?!

Liverpools' defence ... !!!
People who lack ...
Good ... " Common Sense " ...

Street Violence ... !!!

Abusive youth ...
who act ... UNCOUTH ... !!!
" People " ... Who ...
DON'T TELL ... The Truth ... !!!!!

" Accusations " ...
Without ... " PROOF " ... !?!

Men who seem ...
to be ................ Aloof ............

We're people ... TOO ... !!!
What's wrong with ... " You " ... ?!?

Same *** fool ...
cos that's ... Not Cool.

Those who won't ...
Hear out ... My Views ...
Until My Words ...
Are Proven ... TRUE ... !!!!!

Riddles that ...
Have .... " Bogus Clues " ... ?!?

So ... am I getting ... ?
Through to ... YOU ... ?

Well ... Yes or No ... ???
I'll still be ... " Cool " ...
by venting my ... ANGER ...
with this ... " Poetry Tool " ...

Let's ... SWITCH ... " The Script " ... !!!

Aren't YOU ... Angry Too ... ?!!!?
cos' of ... judgements made ...
by people ... Who ...
DON'T ... have a clue ... !?!
What You've ... been through ...

Write what ... " You Feel " ... !!!
But PLEASE ... " BE REAL " ... !!!!

I'm NOT ... " Preaching " ... !!!
I'm Just ..... " Cleaning " .....
.......... "Closets" ..........

That ... In Truth ... REVEAL
ANGER ... that ...
I .... SOMETIMES ... feel ...
before it's time ... for ...

... " My Last Meal " ... !!!

But before I go ...
I've got to ... SHOW ... !!!

Some things that people ...
May Not ... know ... ???

I'm Angry ... YES ... !!!
but feel ... " God Blessed " ... !!!
to have the ... " Skill " ...
to write at  .... " Will " ....

" Expressing Things " ...
while others .... **** .... !!!!

Killing ... DEFINES ...
ANGER ... to me ... !!!

Am I killing you ... ?
with this ... " Poetry " ... ?!?

I Think ... NOT ... !!!

What do you think ... ?
Just ... Look Around You ...

What have you ... GOT ... ?!?

DON'T ... Lie to Yourself ... !!!
Face the .... TRUTH .... !!!

cos your ...
Very Next Breath ...
is ... " Living Proof " ...
That .... words I write ...
" May " ... Benefit You ... ???

" Some " ... of my words ...
DO Reflect ... ANGER ... !!! ...

But ANGER ...
DOES NOT ... DEFINE ME ... !!!

It's ...
" Love and Peace " ...
I ... Want to See ... !!!

This is when ...
i'll feel ... " More Free " ...
to write some ... " Happy Poetry " ... !!!!!

But .....
Face the ... FACTS ...

This society ... reflects ...
" EVERYTHING " ...

But ... " Joy and Peace " ... !!!

So .....
I Hope ... You Can See ...
and will .... " Agree " ....

Why the ...

" Brother Big V " .....
writes ... Poetry ...

That ... IN TRUTH ...
Reflects ...........................

" Why I ... Am Angry ??? " ........
Remember folks ......
Anger when channelled, can be ... A Beautiful Thing ... !!!!!
uzzi obinna Dec 2016
The ashes of our loved ones are blown in the wind,
The blood of our siblings fill the streets,
Politicians we elected  rob us, with impunity,
Working tirelessly to reduce us to bits;

They **** our soldiers- our dearly beloved brothers,
Send them to a war which they themselves create,
They have underarmed the soldiers but arm the enemy,
Their callousness and negligence- we cannot underestimate;

Their is no one to speak for us- no one at all,
They sit in their noble seats lobbying for themselves,
They fill their homes with the resources of our people,
While these people are left with little to fend for themselves;

Our educational system has been brought to ruin,
Medical system is now in a deplorable state,
Fund looting is now the order of the day,
To impoverish my people even further is all they debate;

Our security operatives are those that **** us more,
Our hearts are always filled with fear when they come our way,
They maim and **** even when we protest for justice,
Who then should we run to when killers come our way?

The minority among us are disenfranchised,
Jobs belonging to our youths have been stolen away,
Those who create jobs for themseves earn too little to live by,
The pensions of pensioneers are hijacked day by day;

Our bills are on the increase while salaries remain the same,
The salaries of some are slashed day by day,
In the midst these difficulties is the firing of workers,
As wages become burdensome for companies to pay;

I pray that youths like me will open their eyes and see,
That all we have is ourselves not these enemies,
If this lesson is learnt we will quit fighting eachother,
And tolerate one another- finding ways to sustain peace;

Shall this oppression continue while we stand and watch?
No- we will rise and create a new era of representatives?
A people who will be elected from our very own,
People of our own generation to replace these theives.
This explains what Nigerians go through everyday in a nutshell.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2016
Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.

Work and sing for change
Just as hard as politicians lie.
Call them out for their untruths.
Ask them when, how and why.
Don’t accept weak excuses.
They have far too many of those.
Make their equivocation useless.
Make them keep their lying lips closed.

Sing if you’re tired of defeat.
Sing if you are willing to try.
Sing to everybody you meet.
It may take some power on high.

Don’t forget what is needed.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
It’s hard to cheat the wary
By trickery  played on your eyes.
Keep on insisting on honesty.
Make them all stick to the subject.
If they don’t answer the questions.
You know just who not to elect.

Lift up your voice and shout.
Even if it feels a bit strange.
We know what we’re about.
Praying and singing for change.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
He was a sad sort of man
And we let him exist
On the corner of our consciousness.
ignoring all his nastiness
And jokes calling women broads
And how he wanted to ******
And pinch them and stare
At them when they were naked.
We giggled at his ugliness
And displays of tacky wealth
And how he has so little
Of anything called class.

We called him an ***
And wrote him off in the seventies
As a silly arriviste fool
Who played around in school
And dodged the draft.
He was a joke fore and aft
But we underestimated
The danger of a snake
Slithering in the silence.
It can bite us just because
We were not looking at it.
And it is no help to ignore it.
No matter the excuses we make.
It is still a slithering snake.

We forgot to take into account
That some people like snakes
And take them as pets
Despite all the epithets
Of their neighbors and family.
They do so happily
Because there is something wrong
With people who handle snakes
And they usually shout about Jesus
Which I am sure he would hate.
But no problem, it seems of late
To them, Jesus was a bigot, a hater.
They must have read later
Some Bible we never saw
With a different set of laws
And advice. Really not nice.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2016
Am I talking nonsense
Can anybody hear me
Can they hear what I say?
Are they listening today?

I HEAR YOU!

Is there something worth saying?
Or am I only just praying?
Am I preaching to a crowd
Or just shouting out loud?

I WILL HOLD YOU,
I WILL CHERISH YOU.

Am I shouting too loudly
For anyone to hear me?
Do they not hear the joy
Or do they hear only noise.

I AM NOT RUNNING AWAY.
I WILL STAY WITH YOU TODAY.

I am only here to help you
In everything you choose to do.
To help you find your way through
To find out what is true.

YOU MAY HAVE WHAT I NEED.
I WON’T TURN IT INTO GREED.
I HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYING
I WILL DANCE TO THE MUSIC
YOU ARE PLAYING.

Life is not all that you are believing;
It can be so painfully deceiving
Because people can get rich
From creating the perfect pitch.

YOU TAUGHT ME LIFE IS LOVE;
LIFE IS MORE ELEGANT THAN LIES.
I BELIEVE MORE THAN WHAT IS SEEN
BY USING ONLY MY TWO EYES.

Clowns can dress as businessmen
And go on and act the fool again
It’s up to you to always remember
What they are December to December.

MEN HAVE WALKED ON THE MOON,
I HAVE SEEN TOO MANY TREES HEWN.
DO THOSE THINGS EXCLUDE EACH OTHER?
HOW CAN I CALL THAT PERSON A BROTHER?

Stay aware of the secret clown.
Look into faces and stare them down.
Stay aware of what they do.
Don’t let them successfully steal from you.

I HAVE COME BECAUSE BIDDEN
TO BE CAUTIOUS OF WHAT IS HIDDEN.
YOU HAVE TRIED TO WAKE ME
TO THINGS THAT WILL BREAK ME.
YOU SING TO ME OF LOVING LIFE
AND WARN ME OF THE HIDDEN KNIFE.

Why listen to lies in happy talk?
Why would you sit when you can walk?
Why be fooled another day
When you get get up and run away?

TODAY I HAVE LEARNED TO WALK AWAY
FROM WHAT I WANTED YESTERDAY
IF WHAT I WANTED SPOILED ME
FROM TODAY’S BEAUTY.

Lies can come in any disguise.
Invest your future in those who are wise.
Teach yourself the Freedom song.
Listen to wisdom and you won’t be wrong.

THE FREEDOM SONG
CAN NEVER BE WRONG
IF IT IS SUNG
BY OLD AND YOUNG
TO CELEBRATE
AND REFUSE TO WAIT
SO ALL OF HUMANITY
CAN FOREVER BE FREE.
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