#insurrection
Five years on,
the insult still stings;
the pompous ***
who embodies crass,
incited an insurrection.
DT the destroyer
of all that is good;
created a crime scene
on the site of democracy
Shame! Shame!
This country fell far that day
And has fallen further since.
Because the weak kneed and corrupt
put a traitor in charge.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC
1 ;Officer Brian Sicknick – Capitol Police officer, injured during the riot; died the next day. He was crushed. ( this is on video)
2 Officer Howard Liebengood – Capitol Police officer; died days later, connected to stress from the riot. He descended into madness and couldn't cope.
3 ' Kevin Greeson – Got so worked up chanting **** Mike Pence " and building gallows that he suffered a heart attack during the riot and none of the other goons stopped to help.. ( clear video of him chanting)
4 ; Rosanne Boyland – bedazzled mom , crushed in a crowd surge.
5 ;Benjamin Philips – got stuck in a mob and overheated died of a stroke participating in the riot.
6 ; Ashli Babbitt – shot by Capitol Police after threatening them while attempting to climb through a barricaded door.
Now ask yourself , if you had so much blood on your tiny little hands would they let you walk for inciting a deadly insurrection. ?
THESE PEOPLE DIED ! and their blood IS on Donald J Trumps spoiled, never worked , New York Country Club, **** Epstein Island V.I.P., 1583 missing children in cages, Veteran and cancer kid scamming, incapable hands.
No matter what some whitewashed report says, those people died because of January 6, full stop. They didn’t die at home on the couch, they didn’t die in their beds. They died because a sitting president whipped them into a violent mob and told them to “fight like hell.” They died because he lit the match posted the tweets demanded the loyal act created the frenzy , and then
tried to blame the fire on the woodpile !
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
Day-dreams and Night-dreams
Work as well as wet-dreams.
We need be alert,
Be awakened from our sleep-walking passivity.
Arise.
Pick-up ourselves,
And be woke with humanity;
Rub away the sleep in our eyes.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:41 AM UTC
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
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
Matchsticks and Torches
Another matchstick,
struck and lit,
another flint spark
of an ongoing inferno,
and the town criers,
cry condemnation
for torch bearing villagers
(not on their side),
storming the steps
to further fan the flames
for their own reasons,
as we in the middle, burn.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we’ll get to live without you.
You’ll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won’t miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.
Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.
So let’s discuss - the insurrection -
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?
Let’s say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you’re going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch
She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.
She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till memories old and troubling
rise up again and demand remembering ...
like peasants rebelling against a mad king.
Originally published by The Chained Muse
Keywords/Tags: insurrection, night, dawn, wind, lights, peasants, rebelling, mad, king, old, troubling, cheeks, chastening, flickering, memories
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
Drinking away the cold reality,
sipping away at the truth,
smell of revolution in the air,
the township rebellion weeps,
radically violent love,
surpressing undignified hate,
**** the cop in yourself, stomp the ghosts in your head,
destroy your masters,
Sweet negation, oh sweet negation!,
Burn down the walls of infinite discontent,
Live your life,
Live for yourself,
The forever insurrection,
The creative nothing,
We are the unique,
Guillotine your captures,
Free your mind, free your body, free your beautiful life!
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Her plan
with bantam
there shakes
subsequent arthritis
or foment
her albatross
when zion
mats superfluously
and poverty
now ungrateful
in their
Milwaukee suburbs
while her
ruby floss
allure in
her java
melts mine.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
When the “100” departed,
Four turned ‘round,
To carry on and away
From that bloodied dusk,
Sojourn and sought last Saturday.
It was a solemn evening, for even I,
Upon the scent of spent beer,
Soiled socks and job well done,
Albeit, half-assed, but good for me,
Since money’s the modern paradigm.
Beholden gallant, I returned to rebellion,
This satiated dish tantalizing the four,
And only four – painted traitors,
An opposition to the flock christened
“Listen” and assumed safer skies.
Souls atop intrepid –
The “4” would learn alone,
So whispered, “insurrection,”
Savoring a certain comfort in solitude,
A stiff chin come rules abundant others,
And freedoms never realized.
I’m sure they’ll fly, they’ll mate,
I’m sure they’ll die and fly once more
Whilst I smirk, smoke
And take note of the next fool
To forget the heavens and allowed,
Became the heathen’s promised.
It’s an epiphany’s echo as
The fall’s a salvation in and of itself
And the four’d that opted flounder,
Beyond an already withered earth,
Bet on fortunes unknown,
When they, themselves, were gems,
And certain paradises, lay in wait.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC