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I’m not on your side unless you’re on the side of peace. Manufacturing consent for war is but propaganda of the beast. I assure you, it’s not god’s will that people go to war and **** ….., I believe you need a new priest.
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Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
Priest Of The Beast
Careful, you might find out… Behind the scenes of all your doubt.. Pretend if you will to know all truth. Overlooking the programming of your societal youth… Be careful if you shall and close tight your mind… Because the truth is on going, a continuing crime..
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
The Waves Of Realization
There was a time When I used to be proud Of being an Indian However, that feels like light years ago Since then, so many things have changed That I wonder sometimes If this is indeed the same country Where I was conceived Imagine surviving a plane crash Only to have your face charred in such a way That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you That is the India of today A democracy only in name Where the gap between the rich and the poor Is even wider than the river Nile The way in which the so-called upper castes Treat the so-called lower castes Is even worse Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews Nearly a century ago Not to mention, to insult a cow Is considered nothing short of ****** However, harassing a woman Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing Including harassing more women Then we come to the small matter of mental health If you are undergoing therapy or counselling Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist As you pass people on the way You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs Making it sound as though you were dying Or worse, on the verge of insanity Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly The chances of people taking you seriously Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!! It may have been seventy-six years Since we gained independence However, the reality is We are as much independent As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car Without killing people in the process As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot However, when I think of India now I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame That I used to experience during my Engineering days Whenever I failed in a subject After all, when your country's international image Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people Then it is only a matter of time Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis Yes, I am an Indian And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country However, my love for its people Exceeds that by thousands of miles
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Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
What Being An Indian Feels Like Today
There was a time When I used to be proud Of being an Indian However, that feels like light years ago Since then, so many things have changed That I wonder sometimes If this is indeed the same country Where I was conceived Imagine surviving a plane crash Only to have your face charred in such a way That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you That is the India of today A democracy only in name Where the gap between the rich and the poor Is even wider than the river Nile The way in which the so-called upper castes Treat the so-called lower castes Is even worse Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews Nearly a century ago Not to mention, to insult a cow Is considered nothing short of ****** However, harassing a woman Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing Including harassing more women Then we come to the small matter of mental health If you are undergoing therapy or counselling Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist As you pass people on the way You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs Making it sound as though you were dying Or worse, on the verge of insanity Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly The chances of people taking you seriously Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!! It may have been seventy-six years Since we gained independence However, the reality is We are as much independent As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car Without killing people in the process As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot However, when I think of India now I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame That I used to experience during my Engineering days Whenever I failed in a subject After all, when your country's international image Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people Then it is only a matter of time Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis Yes, I am an Indian And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country However, my love for its people Exceeds that by thousands of miles
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⚡️⚡️ Nein, nein, das is nicht der Einsatzgruppen (Nor the Schutzstaffel, sure as shootin' . . . ) We understand that it's all you've got, see? Labeling your neighbors **** . . . As dumb as what real Nazis do: Calling everyone else a Jew. That Orange Man is bad; and how. Eclipsing ****** Stalin, Mao . . . But you, on the other hand, are worse— And quite as bad as this, my verse.
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Knot Seize
Feathered Fiends by Michael R. Burch Fascists of a feather flock together. Alternate: Conformists of a feather flock together. I came up with the "Fascists of a Feather" epigram after Donald Trump repeatedly praised authoritarian "strong men" like Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong Un, Rodrigo Duterte, Xi Jinping and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan. Heroic Americans fought a war against fascism and many of them paid the ultimate price, so why is Trump giving comfort to the enemy of democracy? The alternate version of this couplet was written first and won a National Couplet Contest sponsored by the Society of Classical Poets. The couplet has now been published in one form or another on the websites of major newspapers and news services like TheHill.com, Haaretz.com (Israel), Crikey.com (Australia), Cleveland.com (as the headline of a letter to the editor), Reddit Political Humor, and Humane Conservatives Unite Blog. Sometimes the epigram is quoted in reader comments, sometimes by the writers of letters to the editor, and sometimes within articles. Keywords/Tags: fascists, flock, together, fascism, conformists, nazis, blackshirts, brownshirts, dictator, tyrant, autocrat, despot, totalitarian, cultist, militarist
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
Feathered Fiends
"i don't want to rule or conquer anyone;   i should like to help everyone if possible —   jew, gentile, black man, white   we all want to help one another;   human beings are like that." charlie chaplin wrote these words for "the great dictator" a political satire   the nazis didn't want to hear anymore but the dictator's speech went viral in a wehrmacht's cinema, partisans of tito made fun of ****** and exchanged a propaganda-film for chaplin's video an audience of nazis raged a flash of fun in a ***** led by insane murderers on stimulants *** mr. chaplin i do thank you for your outcry emerging from human tragedy. good bye... R.I.P. Charles Spencer Chaplin ✞ December 25th 1977 God bless you.
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
In Memoriam: Charlie Chaplin
How distant my Swabian* youth seems now. I made a glider which really flew, you know.* Not far, but yes, it carried me! I soared!    Some accused me of being a showboat, of tooting my own horn. . . . I learned early that the laurels don't go to the meek or the bashful.    Yes, I was a **** Those aristocrats on the General Staff* belittled the Fuhrer-- but where had they gotten us? I liked his enthusiasm and optimism. We were in a hole; he led us out, got the economy going again, restored the Sudetenland and Danzig. (Danzig where Lucie and I had been married!)    I thought Poland would be the end but when we attacked in the West I didn't shrink away. My troops and I were the very spearhead: strike quickly; do the unexpected.    Who was I to deny Germany's world-wide destiny?    The African war agreed with me. The open space gave a latitude to my strategy lacking in hilly, forested Europe. The victory at Tobruk is often cited as the height of genius, military.   I, myself, prefer what preceded it: the retreat into Tripolitania-- salvaging men and tanks, shortening supply lines, lulling the British into complacency; turning and stinging at Agedabia. El Alamein: the Fuhrer and I part company. "Victory or Death", he cabled me. I disagreed: my men would not die senselessly. We were desperate for gasoline. Ship after ship was sunk trying to deliver it. (Lax Italian security, no doubt.)    We were outnumbered five to one. I favored withdrawing immediately, consolidating troops in Europe. The Fuhrer wouldn't hear of it.    I flew to East Prussia to confront him. He'd grown pudgier, more strident-- wouldn't give an inch. I sensed that not just Africa but the war as a whole would be lost. The weight of the forces against us was crushing. The only question'd been their willingness to fight. That had been answered at Stalingrad.    I fought on in Italy and in France, hoping to convince the enemy that the price of taking Europe-- especially Germany-- would be too high. I really thought we had a chance to stop them on the beaches. But now that we've failed, our destruction's inevitable.    I've tried to make the Fuhrer see reason: surrender to the British and Americans; don't let our country be overrun by Russia.    He condoned ****** ordered me to **** the French Jewish soldiers who'd surrendered at Bir Hacheim,* for instance, (I didn't) -- and much more. . . . And yet, and yet, I couldn't quite bring myself to wish him dead-- and certainly never took part in that plot-- though, yes, I knew of it . . . after a fashion. . . . Defending myself to that group would be hopeless. . . . Lucie and Manfred must be spared the humiliation of hearing me declared a traitor. I bestrode the plains of Africa-- Rommel, the invincible-- always with the troops where the battle was most critical. I was crafty and brave, dared to act when others shied away. I was the apple of the Fuhrer's eye; idol of the German people; scourge of the British military. All the world applauded me. I lost-- but only when outnumbered overwhelmingly.    Now I sit in the back of this Opel*-- an outcast, a criminal-- waiting to take a cyanide pill. We failed to assess properly the will of other nations to honor treaties and preserve their freedom. And, more basically: Were we right to force our rule on other people? Icarus-like, we flew too high. We were bold and strong but it seems, in the end, in the end, not supermen.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Herr Generalfeldmarschall Rommel Takes Cyanide
How distant my Swabian* youth seems now. I made a glider which really flew, you know.* Not far, but yes, it carried me! I soared!    Some accused me of being a showboat, of tooting my own horn. . . . I learned early that the laurels don't go to the meek or the bashful.    Yes, I was a **** Those aristocrats on the General Staff* belittled the Fuhrer-- but where had they gotten us? I liked his enthusiasm and optimism. We were in a hole; he led us out, got the economy going again, restored the Sudetenland and Danzig. (Danzig where Lucie and I had been married!)    I thought Poland would be the end but when we attacked in the West I didn't shrink away. My troops and I were the very spearhead: strike quickly; do the unexpected.    Who was I to deny Germany's world-wide destiny?    The African war agreed with me. The open space gave a latitude to my strategy lacking in hilly, forested Europe. The victory at Tobruk is often cited as the height of genius, military.   I, myself, prefer what preceded it: the retreat into Tripolitania-- salvaging men and tanks, shortening supply lines, lulling the British into complacency; turning and stinging at Agedabia. El Alamein: the Fuhrer and I part company. "Victory or Death", he cabled me. I disagreed: my men would not die senselessly. We were desperate for gasoline. Ship after ship was sunk trying to deliver it. (Lax Italian security, no doubt.)    We were outnumbered five to one. I favored withdrawing immediately, consolidating troops in Europe. The Fuhrer wouldn't hear of it.    I flew to East Prussia to confront him. He'd grown pudgier, more strident-- wouldn't give an inch. I sensed that not just Africa but the war as a whole would be lost. The weight of the forces against us was crushing. The only question'd been their willingness to fight. That had been answered at Stalingrad.    I fought on in Italy and in France, hoping to convince the enemy that the price of taking Europe-- especially Germany-- would be too high. I really thought we had a chance to stop them on the beaches. But now that we've failed, our destruction's inevitable.    I've tried to make the Fuhrer see reason: surrender to the British and Americans; don't let our country be overrun by Russia.    He condoned ****** ordered me to **** the French Jewish soldiers who'd surrendered at Bir Hacheim,* for instance, (I didn't) -- and much more. . . . And yet, and yet, I couldn't quite bring myself to wish him dead-- and certainly never took part in that plot-- though, yes, I knew of it . . . after a fashion. . . . Defending myself to that group would be hopeless. . . . Lucie and Manfred must be spared the humiliation of hearing me declared a traitor. I bestrode the plains of Africa-- Rommel, the invincible-- always with the troops where the battle was most critical. I was crafty and brave, dared to act when others shied away. I was the apple of the Fuhrer's eye; idol of the German people; scourge of the British military. All the world applauded me. I lost-- but only when outnumbered overwhelmingly.    Now I sit in the back of this Opel*-- an outcast, a criminal-- waiting to take a cyanide pill. We failed to assess properly the will of other nations to honor treaties and preserve their freedom. And, more basically: Were we right to force our rule on other people? Icarus-like, we flew too high. We were bold and strong but it seems, in the end, in the end, not supermen.
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I wore a Bush/Cheney '04 shirt from a thrift store to an upper level history class on election day 2012 Professor and classmates stared scared to talk to me I never explained that in 2004 I was the only Democrat on my hick town bus And now look who's in office? No one even dares wear that red hat in jest For the right co-opted irony as their latest prize 'merica: Either your genuinely hyper patriotic to absurdity or you're an enemy
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Peak Irony
I wake from sleep and I fear. It’s like the years did not happen And clapping my hands for light Doesn’t dispel the long nights When the fights still went on And dawn didn’t erase the war For the world is at it again Men hating other men over skin And ****** is no longer a sin If it is done with flags waving. The raving of insane rulers Revelers in hate and genocide Have again set aside the gods, The ones they swear about And shouted down all opposition Taking the position it's fine to **** And still claim the victims are godless And the murderers are good. Why don't they question any evil That doesn’t cavil at hypocrisy But jealously protects its power And rains down hour after hour Of lies and obvious obfuscations To nations powerless to stop them? Whims of evil men should be taken As words to be shaken off, ignored As if from bored, evil childish brats, Not taking off of hats and bowing, Plowing under civil rights like weeds And laughing at the needs of the weak. Speak up before it’s too late to deny That kind of guy respectability! We still have the ability, the right. Fight so we don’t become **** Germany. Don’t let that be our national destiny.
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
ARBEIT MACHT FREI
*We are going to give you everything you want.* *Everything you have ever desired; needed. All of it.* *Machines to work, software to guide Government to cradle.* *We will make this world perfect just for you.* *No one special unique, talented, better than anyone else.* * *A Status Quo that will reign a thousand years!* * -The Nazis' Party. Google Apple       Microsoft       Motorola AIG     Darpa    Intel      Oracle      NYSE
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Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Perfect World
Conservatives cannot admit that the White Nationalists were wrong "But what about Black Lives Matter. But what about the Alt-Left. But what about what Fox News said. But what about what our ******* cartoon of a president said." Think for yourself. You are feeling bad for Neo-Nazis. They killed people. They have a history of killing people. They would **** everyone that isn't white. This country has become disgusting. A large portion is defending the actions of terrorists. White Nationalists, ISIS-- They are, literally, the same. You cannot be peaceful when it comes to Nazis. By sympathizing with them, you are condoning them and creating more. The only good **** is a dead **** Be a ******* person, think for yourself, recognize true evil when you see it, you brainwashed *****
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
**** Sympathizing ****
The President will start a nuclear war over twitter if he has to. White Nationalist is a way of saying ******* It's re-labeled to desensitize us. The President sympathizes with the White Nationalists because he can't afford to lose their vote. My president does not have my best interest in mind. He is a power hungry tyrant-- and half are too dumb to notice. You don't worship God. You don't. You worship politics infused with spirituality. You dehumanize those who are different from you because you are a scared little ***** All Nazis must die. Them dying is the greater good. Nazis are inferior. Die **** Die.
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
All Nazis Must Die
they brought a stranger to my home and said he lived here from now on I stared at them for a while then told them it was my home as if it could change anything laugh that sick laugh made my bones tremble with fear I think that's what you call it so I packed my things and left my home to the stranger they brought they smiled at me then pinned a golden star to my coat so everyone could see they said who...ehm... what a good girl you are
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Untitled
how about something                            radically different:       Trump as ****** & all his followers                                       as Nazis yeah...     might just work           as poetry            ♡  ♡  ♡
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
Breaking Through the Poetic Ceiling
Naaman thinks of Shoshana muses on her as he writes from the blackboard in class. The teacher explaining the rise of the Nazis the resulting war and the Holocaust. His grandfather died in 1936 and his great-uncle in 1941. The stain of anti-Semitism having touched his family. He wonders if Shoshana's family had been hit so from the curse. Naaman writes in his neatest hand the script the teacher has written. He hopes she will be there on the sports field at recess if the weather is fine. He hasn't brought his book today he wonders if she will allow him a kiss. The teacher has finished his script and stands back to view his work hands on his hips. He has seen a photo of his grandfather back in 1929. Before the Nazis came to power. He is smiling bright eyed. Unlike that Naaman assumes when he died.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
NAAMAN MUSES 1962.
I gag when those who treat our flag As nothing more than a rag and tag Along with the Klanners waving banners From the war against our country; Their bad manners somehow a badge They hold up as a symbolic gesture As they put equality out to pasture So they can separate, segregate, Discriminate, and call for assassination The leaders of our nation that disagree Like you and me, if we dare object. It is them I reject, deflect and yes, object To in the loudest, most heated terms. They are germs that sicken us all And drive us toward a fall, thinking That they can rebuild the land So they have the upper hand And the rest of us can just whistle If we think this will never come true. It is so most dangerous for me and you If they get their way so you can’t say The slightest word against them. This is the gem they want for their crown; To put anyone down who says otherwise And to freely point to the other guys And order their destruction and deaths With what they believe are sainted breaths But are really exhalations and perorations Of the devil on earth here to challenge your birth If you don’t fit their template of acceptability And deny their culpability in the holocaust Their evil machinations will ultimately cost.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
CROOKED CROSS
*oh father how your face has grown old with defeat oh sister your arms have become so gaunt* the men march below my window a beam of light crosses my tattered dress how can there be beauty at a time like this? the store fronts are empty just the soldiers in their black uniforms feasting on all of the wine and banquettes we aren't allowed to buy with our ration cards the children walk with their faces towards the sidewalk the babies never cry anymore they've lost the energy for all of that but the birds they still sing that sad and lonesome song "I would like to leave it all if I only could" and we said quietly to one another "C'est la fin"
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
1942 - Paris, France
They came to Auschwitz and Treblinka... they tore down the walls that confined us. How we wept with joy as the SS officers were taken away - we spit in their path, those of us still able to call up sputum from lungs tortured with malnutrition and iron beds that bore no blankets for our bones. My sleeves are covering the number they burned into my arm, taking away my humanity and rendering me nothing. A young soldier takes my arm, kisses the hated brand; he has tears in his eyes as he tells me he is from Texas...there are no other words he can pull from his young, shocked brain. When you see this picture - remember these words: “All it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing”.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Ghosts of Glory
They lay on Normandy. Two hundred miles away, the empty shells of humans Who lie below the streets Felt the poison that lurked above. They shuffled out of the underground, Boarding trains and ships like corpses And dropping bombs from miles above. A little French boy is spared. His brother whispers “Bon courage,” As the rest of the family are taken out back And shot like mad dogs. Twenty years later, he stands on the beach With his young wife Watching their sons roll and play in the sand. His tongue tastes a warm salt That couldn't come from the ocean. All he can taste from the ocean is blood. I can see my grandfather clearly With tears falling down his face As his mother shuts the piano. “There will be no music,” she says quietly. She is an immigrant And I wonder if she questions the choice That brought her son to a country where he might lay down his life For strangers, four thousand miles away. I can feel him now Hiding in the apple trees, High above the others. He is in Sainte-Mère-Église, and there are enemies below. And now I take them in my arms Cradling them like children “Je vous embrasse, les deux,” And I lie down on the edge of the ocean at Normandy. I exhale and hold them close. The sun is shining, and I do not cry; It is nothing but salt and water to me.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
for a french grandfather and an american grandfather
Hahah Really!? Just because we err  doesn't mean we dumb. Or that we don't hear It just means we fail And lie. Still victorious conquerors, more or less. Some heir to dress. You big G Talk a walk with me Follow or staulk it thats up your tree But error is that flawfasee? known one as religiously Scaled eyes your puck stuckin suckin cant see and im iceman **** your deviliceofsee ....devise of demons indructreent but still I don't fluctypueight or punctuate till I say best the rest is your jokers test Freewill defines who a joke and whos left right? Im sorry. But judges get, not so nice. Cause Old is light tenned frend bend matters it does to you jedi and saint tho too gamer and player show view. I switch from me and then back to you. But what order is up  2 you. Good game yo ^-^ hope I showed love more than judgement...
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
to the grammer nazis