#imigrants - Hello Poetry

Apocalypse redux Interacting with our tear ducts. We fly our flags Until they are draped on our coffins While weapons are tested by boffins Sold to our enemies Who fire them at us While pop stars can only sing Insipid love songs What happened to protesting? That's right we have give notice to the powers that be The government which seems to control the BBC So protests don't get reported We are more interested in who gets deported Than helping mankind We bombed their countries to the brink of annihilation Is there no room in our nihilism? That is in our souls We are more short sighted than moles Love is only favouritism when we don't extend it to all of the human race Compassion has died God cradles their face.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

alienpoet

Apocalypse redux

Apocalypse redux Interacting with our tear ducts. We fly our flags Until they are draped on our coffins While weapons are tested by boffins Sold to our enemies Who fire them at us While pop stars can only sing Insipid love songs What happened to protesting? That's right we have give notice to the powers that be The government which seems to control the BBC So protests don't get reported We are more interested in who gets deported Than helping mankind We bombed their countries to the brink of annihilation Is there no room in our nihilism? That is in our souls We are more short sighted than moles Love is only favouritism when we don't extend it to all of the human race Compassion has died God cradles their face.

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It's raining heavily in my laboreour's Germany it is Sunday and foreigners are quietly resting with some beer held in their large & full of scars hands there in our improbable wonders I come to talk to them when a bumblebee lost and drenched also comes on dry ground marching through our feet when one of us turns him on his back he is buzzing he is drying his wings and I say "let him go man" and afterall "es ist nur ein Waser Probleme"

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC

george-g-asztalos

Press the button that says escape

It's raining heavily in my laboreour's Germany it is Sunday and foreigners are quietly resting with some beer held in their large & full of scars hands there in our improbable wonders I come to talk to them when a bumblebee lost and drenched also comes on dry ground marching through our feet when one of us turns him on his back he is buzzing he is drying his wings and I say "let him go man" and afterall "es ist nur ein Waser Probleme"

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There once was a man on border patrol With a heart not unlike a massive black hole He wore his uniform with brilliant pride As he sent immigrants back to the right side A hero of the nation Into the night he would ride Some nights he would find twas not a soul to be found As he searched the dry, sand covered ground But on others he’d find, much to his delight Many to which he was not so polite Harsh and cruel was he Always, he was a true knight One day as the patrolman was on the job Some animals came to start a large mob They were angry with the hero, they did not agree “America” they shouted “should be FREE” He smiled and with sound mind replied “Not if it was up to me” They raged at this, which made him chuckle Until one of them struck and jaw met brass knuckle Seeing this act of violence, more law men jumped in The law was the law, and the law would win just as it should be just as it hasn’t been But the patrolman was put away And the immigrants got to stay Because not all stories have happy endings At the end of the day

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC

heatherbeth

The Politician's story

There once was a man on border patrol With a heart not unlike a massive black hole He wore his uniform with brilliant pride As he sent immigrants back to the right side A hero of the nation Into the night he would ride Some nights he would find twas not a soul to be found As he searched the dry, sand covered ground But on others he’d find, much to his delight Many to which he was not so polite Harsh and cruel was he Always, he was a true knight One day as the patrolman was on the job Some animals came to start a large mob They were angry with the hero, they did not agree “America” they shouted “should be FREE” He smiled and with sound mind replied “Not if it was up to me” They raged at this, which made him chuckle Until one of them struck and jaw met brass knuckle Seeing this act of violence, more law men jumped in The law was the law, and the law would win just as it should be just as it hasn’t been But the patrolman was put away And the immigrants got to stay Because not all stories have happy endings At the end of the day

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