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He was right, they're bunch of clowns, they don't care about our lives. He was right, they lacked the tears to shed, they don't care if we're alive or dead. He was right, they would silence him, then they'll silence us, make us scared to breathe. Once they're there, they will never quit. He was right, we all have been tricked. He was right saying they were fake. Now we know, but now it's too late.
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Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
Activist
endless suffering —disguised as law finding peace within enemies again and again — continuous fraud how can one live knowing evil lives close wearing 'kind' faces souls like ghosts still we pretend — as if hope remains but our freedom's are just a brand name racists in power painting hate as pride rapists rewriting stories so they can continue to shine they sell fear to the people and call it "the news" we vote between monsters and pretend we can choose
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
**** humans
A lamentation carved in ancestral ash and silken wrath I was born beneath a roof of borrowed stars, where silence was stitched into my cradlecloth, and every withheld scream became a psalm for the Sentinel of Bloodline me. They speak in tongues dipped in honeyed venom, those kin who wear concern like ceremonial garlands, but their rituals reek of rot their blessings, barbed. The Bearer of Burdens my progenitor spent his prime erecting altars for their comfort, his sweat sanctified their feasts, his spine bent into bridges they now demand be paved with gold and guilt. Two daughters, they hiss, as if our existence were a ledger of loss, as if his labor must be transmuted into inheritance for those who never wept for him. And the Matriarch of Grace my origin flame they veil her with shame, commenting on her visage, demanding she drape herself in submission as if dignity were theirs to dictate. Yet she speaks to them still, with a grace that defies gravity, while I her blood’s echo burn in silence, my fury folded into polite nods and counterfeit smiles. I want to unsheath my voice, etch boundaries into their bones, teach them the sacred geometry of respect. How dare they trespass into the sanctum of our suffering? But I swallow my wrath for the Matriarch’s peace, for the Bearer’s dignity, for the society that weighs silence as virtue. Still, silence is a slow crucifixion. So I write. I ritualize my rage into verse, my grief into glyphs, my defiance into legacy. Let this poem be a blade wrapped in velvet, a dirge for the betrayed, a sanctuary for Sentinels who guard their lineage like sacred flame.
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
“Silken Wrath & Ancestral Ash: A Dirge for the Betrayed
A lamentation carved in ancestral ash and silken wrath I was born beneath a roof of borrowed stars, where silence was stitched into my cradlecloth, and every withheld scream became a psalm for the Sentinel of Bloodline me. They speak in tongues dipped in honeyed venom, those kin who wear concern like ceremonial garlands, but their rituals reek of rot their blessings, barbed. The Bearer of Burdens my progenitor spent his prime erecting altars for their comfort, his sweat sanctified their feasts, his spine bent into bridges they now demand be paved with gold and guilt. Two daughters, they hiss, as if our existence were a ledger of loss, as if his labor must be transmuted into inheritance for those who never wept for him. And the Matriarch of Grace my origin flame they veil her with shame, commenting on her visage, demanding she drape herself in submission as if dignity were theirs to dictate. Yet she speaks to them still, with a grace that defies gravity, while I her blood’s echo burn in silence, my fury folded into polite nods and counterfeit smiles. I want to unsheath my voice, etch boundaries into their bones, teach them the sacred geometry of respect. How dare they trespass into the sanctum of our suffering? But I swallow my wrath for the Matriarch’s peace, for the Bearer’s dignity, for the society that weighs silence as virtue. Still, silence is a slow crucifixion. So I write. I ritualize my rage into verse, my grief into glyphs, my defiance into legacy. Let this poem be a blade wrapped in velvet, a dirge for the betrayed, a sanctuary for Sentinels who guard their lineage like sacred flame.
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They carved my name in silence, not gold, In the ledger of “useless,” bitter and cold.   One slip just one and the scroll rewrote, Years of grace drowned in a single note.   I bowed with reverence, not for their crown, But for the myth that teachers don’t look down.   Yet they measured worth by tuition paid, Not by the soul or scars I’ve displayed.   They smiled at rebels, gave them light, While I, the quiet, was cloaked in night.   No reward for being good, no balm, Just the echo of blame, void of calm.   So let me be bad, if good is unseen, Let me wear thorns, not petals pristine.   If virtue’s currency is never spent, Then let me rise from their contempt.   I am not their puppet, nor their pawn, I am the storm that breaks their dawn.   Time will etch me in truths they missed, In the ink of fire, not a teacher’s list.   Let them choke on the silence they gave, While I build sanctuaries from every grave.   I’ll prove my worth not for their gaze   But for the stars that know my blaze.
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
“Ink of Fire: A Rebellion Against Silence”
They chant in cloisters of comfort: “Wealth is fleeting, power corrupts.” But I have walked the corridors of consequence, Where silence bows to sovereigns of coin and command. Let them sip serenity from porcelain platitudes I drink from chalices forged in fire: Currency, the golden marrow of movement; Power, the storm that parts the sea of no. In this epoch of veiled verdicts, Respect is not earned it is engineered. And privilege is not gifted it is gripped By those who wield both purse and pulse. Give me dominion, not to dominate, But to dismantle the architecture of injustice. Let my voice be velvet and volcanic— Unjudged, unshackled, unafraid. Let my family dwell beneath citadels of certainty, Not beneath the brittle breath of borrowed hope. Let my past be a phantom, For the present wears a crown. One decree, and doors unfold. One gesture, and gravity bends. No garment mocked, no gaze policed, When power walks beside wealth, cloaked in reverence. I do not seek applause I seek immunity. Not from truth, but from tyranny. For in this realm, freedom is not a birthright It is a transaction, sealed in gold and grit. So I rise, not as a monarch, But as a myth reborn. To wear my privilege like prophecy, And my power like poetry.
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Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 3:22 AM UTC
Velvet & Volcanic: A Myth Reborn
100,000 children starved to death in two months. We need to intervene in all genocides. Sudan is the Gaza you haven’t heard about.
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
SUDAN
You, I think about, every single day Not only does it make me happy It provides me hope Whenever I mope You are not simply an inspiration In me, do you ensure perspiration In order to reach my goals If I achieve success I will dedicate it to you, for your writing Because, you keep me believing Hence, never do I give up In fact, the only way for me is up Drives me, does your radical thought Which is straight from the heart About society, you give not a **** Something that manages to make me beam Even when I am drowning in a pool of insecurities You pull me, bit by bit Towards achieving inner peace One does not have to be perfect Thanks chiefly to you, did I realise that Your fiery passion helps me stay afloat Even when the ship of my mind is sinking Due to too much overthinking You enable me to get rid of the clutter Thus, does my focus keep getting better and better A true braveheart, you are In spite of being a mother Amongst the loudest, is your voice Against all sorts of injustice What better motivation, do I need? Thank you, Dear Comrade Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
My Best Source Of Motivation
I stand with you, Dear Comrade Because, always do you stand With the oppressed With the marginalised With the hated With the silenced And finally With the ignored! I stand with you, Dear Comrade Because, every time do you take the lead When it comes to fighting against injustice Calling out media bias Exposing the hypocrisy of the liberals Highlighting gender and caste issues Blasting the central government left, right and centre And last but not the least Making us all feel your righteous anger!! I stand with you, Dear Comrade For you, does my heart bleed Because, are you an extremely kind soul Who cares for humanity above all Beneath your raging passion I can feel your sheer compassion You've been through hell And yet, do you stand tall Fighting endlessly and fearlessly for social justice And striving your hardest for peace Without even thinking of giving up To you, greatly do I look up!! I stand with you, Dear Comrade Of you, forever will I remain proud Whenever I have a bad day It is you, who shows me the way During my darkest phases It is you, in whom I find solace Even when I am extremely negative You provide me the motivation to be positive May Jesus bless your beautiful soul And may you find your inner peace, above all!!
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC
I Stand With You, Dear Comrade
Whenever I experience pain Whether it be physical or mental I don't feel I am alone Because your words are so powerful That they transport me into another realm Where I begin to feel a sense of calm And a voice speaks "Everything is going to be alright soon" Slowly and steadily, the pain fades And I begin to feel at ease again You may not be a witch But your poetry is so rich And so full of passion That it gives me motivation To do whatever I earlier thought was impossible Your attitude makes EVERYTHING seem possible The way you write a novel Sets an example for us all Full of dry and witty humour Not to mention, extreme candour And at the same time, you keep the readers guessing Hence, no book of yours can ever be called "boring" And your activism lights a flame in us Which is extremely difficult to extinguish Thanks to you, am I starting to find the courage and strength To fight my battles with mental health And hoping to emerge stronger than ever Dear Comrade, I will forget you never Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 8:07 AM UTC
The Person Who Makes Everything Seem Possible
These protagonists words describe a worldview most people may not know. I do admit I have a tendency of presenting new facts and serving them somewhat cold.. So even if for now you don’t believe, put it in the back of your mind and set it free.. Deep passion is quite luring it gets the creative blood stirring.
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC
Underground Gossip
Military wise We have the same capabilities as we had in the 90’s.. But now it’s 2024 We cannot contend with BRIC’s economically nor defend against their weapons. Many of our senators want war anyways It’s time to change our policy.
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Better Not
Whenever you enter my thoughts A fire begins to burn fiercely in my heart Destroying everything in its path Except any positive thoughts And from my mind, emerges a voice Saying "You can do it And you WILL do it!" Whenever something seems amiss I think of your struggles And gradually, do I find myself more capable Of achieving every task that is set before me A Harry Houdini, you may not be However, an inspiration are you, for sure Because, so much do you care About righting all the wrongs in our society Casteism, Hindutva, Islamophobia, gender inequality Determined are you, to fight hard for social justice Even if you end up paying a huge price I consider myself an extremely lucky person To know such a lovely human being like you Who talks not through words but actions Though you are a very loving partner and mother Rarely, do you showcase your affection and care Your sheer nerve and bravery would make Godric Gryffindor proud Your patience, dedication, loyalty and sense of justice would make Helga Hufflepuff proud Your sharp wit and natural curiosity would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud And finally Your sheer ambition, determination and resourcefulness would make Salazar Slytherin proud Always, will you be my primary motivator Keep rocking, keep fighting and do take care May the Almighty bless you forever!!
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Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
My Primary Motivator
War is war destruction and death! Peace is peaceful You can feel it in your every step Living in dugouts Shell shocked retreats Waiting for no more then a certain defeat Who deserves to experience hell upon this earth where we all dwell? Shall we pretend and close our eyes as the west continues to sell their lies? Peace is simple beneath the covers We just stop killing each-other!
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Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 7:48 AM UTC
A Present Unrest Fullness
You are my idol You is it, who manages to make me smile When I am down in the dumps You are an amazing poetess Imagine, could your writing **** Then die, the oppressors shall One of the fiercest voices against injustice Always, are you ready to make sacrifices For the benefit of humanity And the transformation of our extremely regressive society! You are my idol Always, do you manage to cast a spell Through your mind-shattering poems As well as edge-of-the-seat novels An enchantment that is almost impossible to lift Really, are you a gift To the literary world So much do I love, the way you play with words!! You are my idol Never, are you idle Buzzing with ideas all the time Truly, is your mind sublime You are the light to my darkness The fire to my icy coldness The humour to my seriousness The subtlety to my directness The list is endless!! You are my idol I like you more than I hate Israel You mean as much to me As independence means to the Palestinians It was such an honour to see you perform Last December, at G5A Warehouse In front of a full house That I felt I was in a dream It was indeed a surreal feeling May you keep performing and inspiring May all your dreams come true And may Jesus bless you!!
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May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
You Are My Idol
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.
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Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
Maybe I got it wrong
Wondering in lucids;flowing on Goosebumps!
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
Just feel it!
Julian Assange‘a trial is being suppressed by the United States media. A complete blackout. Even YouTube and other Internet media’s are involved in the suppression.
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
More American Corruption
There's a lot of good people in this world People who would like to see a better world Unfortunately it's out of our control That is if, your ideology is to "Stay the status quo" Did you just get comfortable? Close your eyes and play your role I have everything I need Yet my world is not complete My connection to the world Will never disconnect I possess true love Which parallels deep regret That's why I'm an activist ..................................................
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
STAND OR LIVE A LIE
It hard to be patriotic While most of our rulers are psychotic All their crazy has no end They lock up the poor Whenever they can I won't salute their blood stained flag Nor bow to their angry gods I'll take a knee with Kaepernick Now that's a worthy cause! The lesser evil can fight it out among their selves Dark money and propaganda are proportionate of their wealth Corporations of greed destroying our precious planet A war machine that kills millions to survive Shall we just take all this for granted? Our one percent are out of control and underhanded Standby for a wave of american immigrants Coming to your shores "cause it's getting hard to be patriotic anymore.
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Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
Unable To Breath 2
A happy person makes a terrible activist
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Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
A Terrible Activist
perhaps this is mother earth killing us off before we **** her
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
CoViD-19
Ammerikkka we're appealing To your truest heart The Conscious, A revolution is infolding Your land is Is cold full of hatred War on the minority Masses walking for Real freedom We aren't savages We rewriting the True story. All is One As the Sun rises In our lives The Soul of a People desperate For all to Hear Our cries Watching and Waiting on God "GoTell it on the Mountain" like Baldwin said We've articulated our position As the Victim Time for Love's Vaccination Into your greed filled veins Our skin is not a sin. We done Historiography Lie and tell us to our Faces we're less than God's own Kings and Queens Royalty runs throughout Our D.N.A. The imprint of The Source Almighty Masculine and Feminine 9 to the Ether With No substitution. Our Story is unfolding All Life is Matter Carbon copyright of Righteousness Factors of dark and light Star dust to Universal matter Cutting thru your dogmatic Chatter of divisions and classes With clear lenses gazing into The future Human Evolution. Gaia is our home mother to All Hatred in Amerikkka no longer It's called Love's Patience Sending racism to the depth of Hell While we Raise Heaven As above so below Thy Will Be Done Above and beyond false Religious and Political Agendas. Question why you're separated Contaminated systems The water is filthy like Amerikkkas violence and lies Who's God is Lady Liberty Really trusting Rothschild or Builder burghs? Feeding us brain washed Religion with pimps As the preachers I gotta pay for my Salvation Again And Again with my Soul and skin? That's double jeopardy That's twice you've Tried "We the People". Ammerikkka you Enslaved us but we Forgave you Gracefully Building all your Edifices Even faithfully  tithing taxes Exploited by Capitalism's ism's Like regentrification Let's not forget You created reservations and Ghetto Slums and "The War on Drugs" Still consider my bloodline Unworthy of a Promise We are not ******* We're Philosophers Still writing Emerald Tablets For our children's children Children Children Prayers form Pyramids We're setting out To make living Legacies Can't Erase Obama Out of History Time to pay up No more insufficient funds From the Founding Father's Constitution King said it Poetry demands it We fact check you Americkkka Because we dream And still have Hope in Your Faithful Promises To Be "America", "Home of Brave Land of The Free" Kevin Guru© 2016
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Ammerikkka
Ammerikkka we're appealing To your truest heart The Conscious, A revolution is infolding Your land is Is cold full of hatred War on the minority Masses walking for Real freedom We aren't savages We rewriting the True story. All is One As the Sun rises In our lives The Soul of a People desperate For all to Hear Our cries Watching and Waiting on God "GoTell it on the Mountain" like Baldwin said We've articulated our position As the Victim Time for Love's Vaccination Into your greed filled veins Our skin is not a sin. We done Historiography Lie and tell us to our Faces we're less than God's own Kings and Queens Royalty runs throughout Our D.N.A. The imprint of The Source Almighty Masculine and Feminine 9 to the Ether With No substitution. Our Story is unfolding All Life is Matter Carbon copyright of Righteousness Factors of dark and light Star dust to Universal matter Cutting thru your dogmatic Chatter of divisions and classes With clear lenses gazing into The future Human Evolution. Gaia is our home mother to All Hatred in Amerikkka no longer It's called Love's Patience Sending racism to the depth of Hell While we Raise Heaven As above so below Thy Will Be Done Above and beyond false Religious and Political Agendas. Question why you're separated Contaminated systems The water is filthy like Amerikkkas violence and lies Who's God is Lady Liberty Really trusting Rothschild or Builder burghs? Feeding us brain washed Religion with pimps As the preachers I gotta pay for my Salvation Again And Again with my Soul and skin? That's double jeopardy That's twice you've Tried "We the People". Ammerikkka you Enslaved us but we Forgave you Gracefully Building all your Edifices Even faithfully  tithing taxes Exploited by Capitalism's ism's Like regentrification Let's not forget You created reservations and Ghetto Slums and "The War on Drugs" Still consider my bloodline Unworthy of a Promise We are not ******* We're Philosophers Still writing Emerald Tablets For our children's children Children Children Prayers form Pyramids We're setting out To make living Legacies Can't Erase Obama Out of History Time to pay up No more insufficient funds From the Founding Father's Constitution King said it Poetry demands it We fact check you Americkkka Because we dream And still have Hope in Your Faithful Promises To Be "America", "Home of Brave Land of The Free" Kevin Guru© 2016
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wear shoes made of hot coals to show that your mere p r e s e n c e can be dangerous
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
walk with passion