#mobs
The Rent-a-Mob loonies, the gangsters and the Racists
damaged scums of society and contemporary politics
Ignorant arrogant sociopaths who want it all for nothing
Indulgent wasters in nation awashed with opportunities
In idle union they scream, feed us poor and **** the Rich
Strangers come Poland, Bulgaria, India and all over
to work in farms, hospitals, hotels and Constructions
Building futures and faring in endeavours with sweat
Crimson gangs and Renta Mobs states we serve nobody
**** the wealth makers, **** the parasites and let's drink
Our shyster gangs of Revo-comrades and malcontents
See killing fields, whereas strangers toil and find rich pickings
Our Revos Distract, confuse, sow seeds of dissent, make strife
Blame all others, lie and decieve, fling indulgent political turds
Rent brainwashed Mobs,into ***** bridgard to do their ***** work
We all know life is unfair and even roses have imperfections
Some are born to riches in spades and some born to beggars in dusts
Those with time, sit and ask God why, just a fact of life to accept
But from dust has risen billionaires, whilst riches have made duds
Insane Crimson sits in spurious guise and odious fallacy playing God
Yeh, **** the Rich and feed the poor, why hide and use Rent a mob
Why not air your case in broad daylight and stand your conviction
The coward you are knows it hold no sanity for those with sense
Except for thieves, the workshy and wasters who cheat to survive
In your city of merits aplenty, Revo-crimson is beneath contempt
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
**So we're all free, eh? If you start thinking outside the box,
Going against societies grain, then you are snuffed out,
Never heard from again. You can "whine and moan" all you want,
But you'll soon be cancelled out, bad manners are a fine reason
To throw you into the frenzied crowd.**
Freedumbs indeed
**Your days of voicing your thoughts are through, they've "solved
Everything" by letting laws even go into motion that simple sanity
Can disprove. These laws they always pass, your voice is never heard,
Democracy manifest's evil will soon turn your life over to the birds.**
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Between two
Ends in divorce
Or common grounds found
Explored and understood
Where a segment of a country
At odds with truth justice and decency
Undermines a struggling democracy
There is no greatness to be found
(c)near_lane7
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
Quiet White Boys
wearing awkward glasses
sporting clean haircuts
and boring polo shirts
keep to themselves,
don’t know how to draw boundaries,
don’t know how to reach out,
and don't know how to reach inward.
They eschew the material world
in favor of a false digital one,
and there, in the simulacrum,
they find a modicum of validation—
a reinforcement of a kernel
of a horribly flawed idea:
that they have somehow been more victimized
than the victims all around them—
the women,
the racial minorities,
the people afraid to practice their own religion,
the people afraid to live as their true gender,
the people suffering with mental illness,
the people suffering with domestic violence,
the girls who were sexually molested,
the girls who were *****
and so on,
and so forth.
The Quiet White Boys
learn that they are victims
from other Quiet White Boys,
and together they conclude
that, because they have been victimized,
they may therefore
act heedlessly, aggressively,
hatefully, mercilessly
in furtherance of
what they view to be justice.
But it is a distorted, fractured
version of justice
that they seek—
fetishized by the red, screaming faces
with loud megaphones
and debilitated, sickly hearts
in the digital basement
where the Quiet White Boys have chosen
to live.
A torch-carrying mob
has never delivered real justice—
not once in the entire history of human civilization, in fact—
and a slate gray Dodge Challenger
barreling into a crowd at fifty miles per hour
is not an instrument of justice, either—
it is just a reflection
seen through a shattered mirror.
And shattered mirrors
don’t come unshattered
simply because other
Quiet White Boys
are gazing into them with you.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Haunted by hate of your president,
you froth as you rage like a demon;
setting a dangerous precedent
urged on by the likes of Don Lemon.
Your sinister soul is now evident
and the hatred you spew is obscene.
You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent
vicious words from the well of Maxine.
You're possessed now by hate of your president,
while the minions are taken to task;
you dismiss every mob as a non-event—
but we see you behind the dark mask.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
One should never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not now:
Their loving voices are raised in chants of hate
And their funny hats aren’t funny at all
Their ultimate freedom is the freedom to
Obey with love the loudest loving leader
Who twists their supplicant hands to fists of love
For beating harmony into us all
One will never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not today
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC