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Feggyr Citack Sep 2017
-the global strongman, and how to survive him

"Our leader is a good man,
he knows what is right."
He needs no wicked science,
all he needs is strong believers.

     They don't like competence, they hate discretion.
     Cast down your glance for their eager eyes.

"Ang aming mga lider ay isang mabuting tao,
alam niya kung ano ang tama."
He is an ardent lover of justice,
killing criminal vermin at all cost.

     They want to bring you down, my friend,
     they like us unlike them.

"Wǒmen de lǐngdǎo shì yīgè hǎorén,
tā zhīdào shénme shì duì de."
He needs no shrewd lawyers,
he senses who is guilty.

     By hunger and chaos they make you foul your mouth,
     our hate and cursing will set us all apart.

"Nash lider - khoroshiy chelovek,
on znayet, chto pravil'no."
Now don't get naughty,
you know, just behave.

     Raise your head, man, raise your feeble voice:
     let's sing our songs, let's come together.

"Liderimiz iyi bir insandır,
doğru olanı biliyor."
He's towering above all of us,
he'll crush the faintest uprising upfront.

     Heureux qui comme Ulysse a fait un beau voyage
     - et puis est retourne plein d'usage et raison.

     Fortunate the guy who fared well on his travels
     - and returned, a man of the world, full of wisdom.

"Our leader is a good man,
he knows what is right."
On April 29th 1945, the gate of camp Dachau was finally unlocked by US Colonel Felix Sparks and his men. Inside they found, among other near-dead survivors, French author Robert Antelme who after the war wrote himself back into life (cf Alex Kershaw's The Liberator).

Indented lines are paraphrased quotes from Anthelme's novel The human species. The poem of Du Bellay (Heureux qui comme Ulysse) was said during a rare self-entertainment session, organized by the exhausted prisoners in order to hang on and survive the devastating final months of the war.

For describing the force behind the camps, we don't need history; just newsfeeds and Google Translate to help its all time credo come alive (in Filipino/Tagalog, simple Chinese, Russian and Turkish. The US version may also need translation, at least for some in the US).
The Trumpoet Feb 2017
So they hacked some computers.
"No big deal" you may say,
"Since their influence steered things
toward the right way"

"They just didn't respect us,
that's why the attack.
So I place all the blame
on the Dems and Barack"

"So we'll get nice and cozy,
Vladimir and me,
since there is just so much
upon which we agree"

"We want to be strongmen
who'll shape history
and we're both such examples
of virility"

"And we'll handle the media
through fear and attack
to ensure truth and balance
shall never come back"

"Admiration and power
is what we adore,
it's the one greatest cause
that we truly live for"

So, Mr. Trump...

When you're there in the Oval
and Europe's alarmed
'cause in Prague and in Warsaw.
the Russians, well armed,

have crossed o'er the borders
and come to reclaim
their former domininons,
then who will you blame?

So why this great bromance?
What's your motivation?
Why would you align
with Vlad and his nation?

Could it be business ties?
Or maybe high debt?
Or maybe dark secrets
you wish they'd forget?

I do not want to think
that it could be such things
but the Russians sure look
like they're pulling your strings.
You can also see this and my other Trump poems at:
Link to video of this poem:
Written January 15, 2017
Kenny Whiting Oct 2016
I take a pause to write these words,
   to say what's on my mind;
To tell you 'bout a man I know
   with strength so near divine.

He's quite amazing in each way,
   a beacon on life's shore;
He stands alone no matter what,
   his goal, to serve my Lord!

He follows close when God commands
   for him to do his part;
In everything he does his best,
   in life, He's left his mark.

I'm blessed to not just know this man,
   he raised me from a lad;
You see, he's so much more to me,
   my father, friend, and dad!

He raised me right to know the way,
   to God, the narrow path;
He prayed those times I ran so hard
   for God to spare His wrath!

I pray some way I've made him proud,
   when time on earth is done;
I write these words to tell him now:
   "I'm PROUD to be your son!"

Then when time comes, the roll is called,
   the saints all gathered 'round;
I'll stand SO proud to see my Dad
   receive each one his crowns!
I wrote this one as a tribute to the strongest most Godly man I know, My father. I love you dad!

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