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Man Mar 13
how many protests have you watched now?
how many devolving into riots?
via violent actors, on either side
what was gained, for those we lost?
was it in vain?
did the pay outweigh the cost?
or was our venture defunct?
would civil disobedience had been better sought?
or a more brutal insurrection,
to rival those we've been taught?
just do like they'd wish
and lay down and die
once again
    this time in Georgia
communities of color
saved democracy
from spiraling into
violent authoritarianism

in spite of armed white mobs
     incited by the president's men
breaking into the nation's capitol
looting and destroying
interrupting certification hearings
forcing members of congress
    to seek sheltered places
killing a policeman
causing five more deaths

the scenes
shocked the world
and most U. S.  citizens

america has become small again
no more a beacon of democracy
just another banana republic

in a real democracy
citizens cast their votes
and then respect
certified election results
Now is not the time for prudence,
For the sacred cow of wisdom,
“That’s what we’ve always done”
“That’s how it’s done”
“You don’t **** with tradition”

Rip and tear,
Enough pandering to robot men
Who change based on our non-violence

I must run up and
Violence,
Tonsils against curbsides,
Tv lies tried
In the people’s always peaceful protest court,
Shards under nails,
Drowning in names
I need to die
Their boots together eviscerate
Consummate my communist brains

                                           Socialist soul or whatever the ****

With the guilt I’ve been tending to
The past ten years
What was I doin while the revolution happened?
I want to close my hands around
Crush,
Skulls
I want to be crushed
I’ve only been hit once and
I cannot grind my teeth hard enough
To relive it
State guidelines say to stay in your home at all costs reduce human contact
Gatherings of over five people are strictly prohibited
Gathering has been declared a riot
James Jul 2020
We will vanish one by one, until we are gone without a trace
Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts
Dilapidated buildings
Hideous remains of temples and churches haunted
By the
silhouettes of ghastly midnights past

Un-holy vestiges transfigured by the warmth of the wandering sun.
Ashes where we had once stood before God as man
screamingly sentient
made of rotten creation
Our life the echo of a shrieking moan
Calling from the graveyard of the universe

Come! Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter
Reach out now, touch the void
God and man are dead ! Rejoice!
What a joyous revolt!
Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time
Dive headfirst into the deep black rift
And become eternity
An original poem
Crego Jun 2020
Bleed my mind out
Onto paper again
It’s in a cage
I’m full of rage
Things can’t be the same.
**** a phase, this is a chapter
Turn the page, streets in flames
Things can’t be the same.
I feel the pain when I see their eyes
And I can **** near taste it
They wanna rewrite history
But the noise too loud
So they can’t erase it
Things can’t be the same
Light it
Gone
22:16
Adrian Mar 2020
Sparks fly
Ashes fall
Coals simmer
A crumbling wall.

Torches flicker
Down a lamplit hall.
The fuel dies down,
And a new man stands above all.
Covid-19 is a cool shortening (COronaVIrus Disease 2019)
Clay Face Feb 2020
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
Once you find a set, put place, position and stand.
Work up the vitality to speak in brutality!
There’s no point to declare without defense.

I want to **** in the wind, because *******.
Replace my mind with a button.
Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric.
I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy.
Just tickles your ******. Makes you giddy.

I’d starve myself.
But I would eat a bullet if you had your way.

Without a situation, your just without motivation.
Writing in clear ink,
paralyzed in double think.

There’s nothing to interpret in defiance.
A set, put place, stand, or position.
Dissent should never be conveyed,
unclear, blurry, or in repent!

Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different!
Just stand in on stage, speaking sense!
Those that matter will respect,
others will fall to the aspect...
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire.
It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff.
Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all?
What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky?
Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures?
Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are?
The little bird does not reply.
It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood.
To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Dedicated to all the nations and people fighting and shedding their blood for freedom in every corner of the earth
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