#politicians
Lying
cheating
skiving
conniving
freeloading
railroading
tax dodging,
voted in anyway.
the order of the day is to do it
and get away with it
and we put up with it.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
They prone that they love you
But they do not
They claim that they adore you
But they do not
They betray, hate and stab you
The corrupt politicians are strange and evil
They shoot you everywhere even in the back
They are white, brown, purple and black
They fake everything about you; they are cruel
Yet they want you to succeed in this Hell.
They talk about you, Haiti, all the time
But they do not love you
They sing about you, and for you all the time
Yet, they lie about you too
Haiti, you have only enemies and ‘friends’
Who act like they want to hold your hands
Yet, they abhor you and steal from you
They rob whenever the opportunity comes
In lieu of sweets they put small lethal bombs
Under your tongue. They hate, loot and stab you
Haiti, Haiti they do not care about you
They are only concerned about their families
And their overflowing pockets. They hate you
They don’t give a **** or a dawn about you
Haiti is an impoverished and over-exploited
Oasis. She is not a hole. She’s underappreciated
Her matricidal children, scoundrels, fools and imbeciles
Forget that Haiti was once the ‘Pearl of the Antilles”.
P.S. Happy Independence Day Beloved Haiti Chérie!
Happy New Year 2026!
Copyright © December 31, 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
First it starts off with wanting freedom,
who would ever deny such a request?
If you can’t join them then beat ‘em,
you’ve been waiting to, you confess.
In the years, lost count of how you’ve been mistreating,
and then complain when you face the protest
that isn’t retreating, and they keep repeating;
“clean up your act, clean up your mess.”
“You shouldn’t have come back, stop silencing the press.”
Politicians only like you when they need you,
they’ll promise jobs that will house and feed you.
You know it’s a story that’s as old as time,
government was the first organized crime.
They only really want yours and mine.
Now it continues with asking for human rights,
it shouldn’t be a question but a demand.
It spins your head that they have the audacity to start fights,
maybe this whole dictatorship hasn’t went as you planned.
So within a couple of days and nights
you have select cities armed and manned,
to face down a group that holds each other tight,
that’s more afraid of your outrageous tan,
than of your pitiful bark and bite.
“Clean up your act, clean up your mess”
“We’ve made a pact, we won’t be oppressed.”
Politicians only like you when they need you,
in a moment they’ll switch, cut and bleed you.
You know it’s a story that’s as old as time,
government was the first organized crime.
They won’t even read your sign.
Politicians only like you when they need you,
once in command they’ll ignore or impede you.
You know it’s a story as old as time,
government was the first organized crime;
shake you down for each nickel and dime.
Watch how high they’ll climb,
even in their prime, known for their slime,
and covering up their grime.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
Peace, peace and sincere peace
We all wish, dream and confuse about peace
Are we really serious, thirsty and hungry for peace
Even though the gunships and cannons are set and ready
To go, to attack the weak and the imagined enemies?
Do we truly want a world of brotherly harmonies?
Yet, superpowers invest their time, ingenuity, and moneys
In smart drones, powerful guns and well-trained armies
Are we sure that we want lasting peace?
This world is made of corrupt goons, pogamists, liars and bullies
Warmongers are hypocritical, strange, sneaky and devious
This agitprop about peace is delusional headlines or breaking news
To startle or to ****** elderlies, idealists, and crying babies
Politicians are godawful sensationalists on steroid
Where muzzled reporters and anchors are ridiculed and toyed
By elected pogromists in search of free publicities
Yet, yes we yearn for peace and tranquility in the burgs and cities
Peace is about coming with clean and caring hands
To share the streams, the land, the sand and the highlands.
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
All rebels of light
We know not death
We know not life.
But if we rise today
Tomorrow’s heaven
Will shine so bright!
Set fire
To the devil’s parliament!
No—no more
No—no more tears
No—no more lament.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
My unrighteous friends
the sun shines equality
some faith is fateful
affected majorities
Resurected Politics
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 8:17 AM UTC
It’s been known that
“Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”
Yet society seems to want to forget this very quote
Are we willingly ignorant, or have we forgotten
That a land composed of bloodshed
Will end in ruin?
Do we not know that the Sandy Hook Elementary School children
Would’ve been able to vote this year?
Do we not know that giving guns more freedom than humans
Will only result in more tiny graves?
Are we aware that the law people are using
To excuse sending away human who only want to
Live
Is the same law that allowed internment camps to be legal?
Do we not know that these arguments
wouldn't be able to make exist
If not for Mother Earth?
But we still want to sink our drills into her
Like wicked parasites.
We shame women who are too terrified
To tell the horrors they have lived through
Yet turn a blind eye when they say that
An abuser becomes the leader.
German soldiers in World War II
Thought they were saving their economy and
Protecting their nation
But history only remembers them as the villains
Why do we refuse to see that we already know how this plays out?
“A country that runs on the blood of its own children is
doomed to crumble from the inside out,” we scream.
We scream and we scream and we scream,
begging for people to hear our cries.
Hear us when we cry out that nothing will come of this
except enough bloodshed to bathe an army and
more corpses than there are living.
Hear us when we say society is evolving backwards so we already know the end.
Hear us when we cry our warnings, mourning what will become of our nation.
Hear us when we can say nothing more, buried six feet under, hear us as we plead from ever-growing caskets as you stomp on our graves.
Hear us when we say, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
Por el amor de Dios
Debido al resultado
No me sentí particularmente orgulloso
Durante más de dos siglos, los días de elecciones van y vienen
En una temporada similar, cada cuatro años
Esta vez, hubo muchas sorpresas y lágrimas
De decepción, desamor, ira, ansiedad y tristeza
Y la otra mitad estaba llena de alegría o felicidad
Así es la vida. La política es un animal sucio e impredecible
No, América no murió. Todo es normal
Seguimos hablando de inmigración, libertad
Habilitad de expresión y, por supuesto, economía
Esperamos que todo mejore
América ha sido grande durante mucho tiempo, desde siempre
Es redundante añadir "otra vez" a la propaganda
Sí, América no se ahogó ni murió en medio de la saga política
En la furia de los huracanes o en el desbordamiento mortal de los ríos
Donde los dos partidos lucharon ferozmente como dos tigres salvajes
América es un país inmensamente próspero
Ignoren el falso eslogan promocional y publicitario
América es un mercado enorme con una economía muy rica
Ignoren a los políticos locos y delirantes y a Elon
Tigres, leones, jaguares y hienas luchan y compiten
Por su porción o estómago. Es una nueva primavera política
En noviembre. América no morirá, al contrario
Rezamos, esperamos y soñamos con ver un país mejor.
Copyright © Noviembre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de numerosos libros de poesía.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own ***** tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.
Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.
Politics in many countries are very *****
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.
Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.
Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 2:23 AM UTC
Our voices have been stymied, choked off, obstructed
Forever. Let every single vote be counted and tabulated
All must live up and adhere to the democratic principles
Let the vote counters do their jobs. The real exit polls
Are taking place now.Everybody's votes are important
Everybody's voices must be heard; we are adamant
About that. Let's the hard working volunteers do their jobs
We will have a NEW soon. Let our fighters use the big jabs.
Leave the indefatigable clerks alone, let them count the ballots
Stop the nonsense. Quit acting belligerent in the parking lots
All votes must be counted. Democracy is a meticulous process
Be patient. It takes time and resiliency to see and reap its success
Our voices must be heard. Democracy has its particular finesse.
Copyright © November, 2020 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 2:01 AM UTC
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
politicians minds
are steeped in thoughts of war
their thinking unsound
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 7:05 AM UTC
If they give me a bag of money,
I might be willing to participate.
Imagine..
Six digits for my soul!
I could live the life of royalty
and corrupt the kingdom more.
But instead I believe I'm
blessed to be poor...
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC
Well, so they tell us-
the political gladiators and
heavy weights. That in permanent
servitude we must remain.
They create a void in our stomachs,
which they momentarily fill with
what they carted away from us.
Just for their self will and whims
for another leap year's tenure to
be entrenched.
They widen the capacity for evil
of the canines they have intentionally
starved.
For a bone's morsel, the canines
viciously their draconian orders
execute.
Just for their masters' sit-tight
bid to be guaranteed.
Restrained with the servile chains
of their desperate overlords, they bark
ravenously at the oppressed,
who have come to liberate themselves
at polling units.
Each time the unworthy is by the
ballot box overthrown, the ravenous
canines at the hands of feeble
patriots gnaw.
A pound of flesh they take
from the down-trodden kingmakers,
to usurp the power they have
in good governance vested.
The umpire with filthy lucre gratified,
raises the hand of the fraudulently
triumphant political Brahmin,
who for another leap year's tenure
subjugates his dalits with utter
deprivation; ASUU strikes, poor infrastructure,
incessant power cuts, poor health delivery,
persistent insecurity, unemployment
and the cancerous bad governance.
With fat cheeks and stiff neck
that is well sunken into a robust torso,
he regularly raises the sides of an
African attire of elitist renown,
set once more to amass more spoils
of political office for a privileged
family dynasty.
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC
Who knows
Not the best of us
Nor the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers
Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions
Their nature is to accumulate
Pretend to lead
Pretend to guide
Still, their nature is taking
Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism
Me, a grizzled octogenarian
Asks no questions
Merely wonders
Where has all of the wonder gone
Is altruism real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 11:33 AM UTC
In Bhaarat, the Lok Sabha
Requires a 10th attendance
To function.
Yet, they hardly work,
But they consume
Our resources.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 8:46 AM UTC
Feed me, to feel filled to the brim.
in a watery run, as in a thirsty throat.
Never let my veins' moisture dry up.
Because I have irresistible feelings.
The dot on which I put you is pure.
The trust that nature gives is clear.
Let nature nurture the blue and black.
And let's let blue and black decide.
For myself, I vote for both blue and white.
Beyond sunset, there's the sun rise.
And, above sunrise, it's a sunset.
Above our eyes is a blue sky.
Below our feet is precious sand.
We walked a long way across.
We dig deep to mine or drill.
We explore it as gaseous, liquid or solid.
What is it, we are give in return?
Besides, we joined the queues for voting.
And the rewards are fear and threats.
The masses were defeated by insurgents.
Farms are no more but villagers' graves.
It's scary to walk alone or stay behind.
There are no more homes to dwell in.
but a pair of legs to run for survival.
Sometimes to win is to see failure.
Sometimes to fail is to succeed.
And in our hearts, none of them is right.
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
The rich never get poorer
the poorer get the shaft
the rich buy yachts and villas
as they laugh, and laugh
We've tried taxing the one percent
only to find, that's passed along
to everyone that's not that rich
the same ol dance, and song
Lets tax the corporations
what oh, what, could go wrong?
tax sheltered deliberations
not short lived, but ohhh, so long
The Democrats have no answers
the Republicans, even less
there's never a way to reform
when they're part of all
that's wrong
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 11:31 AM UTC
It’s bad enough being governed by tossers
but those who might lie about what they’ve
done to prove they deserve their title;
changing diaries, blogs and saying, well
we didn’t get the e-mail…No, honestly - no note!
Well listen to me you tosspot - you ain’t got my vote!
Politicians who don’t take steps to deal
with crises on a Friday - but put it off till Monday
‘cos, well, it’s the weekend - and we don’t do weekends…
Well, I know I’m not even a cog in the wheel…
but I AM a voter… and, you posh-boy procrastinators
whilst your **** points downwards - No sir!
I ain’t your voter!
If everything’s unprecedented, exponential - non essential
that just means you failed… your eye wasn’t on the ball - you bailed!
Countries that tumbled first surely that put the writing on the wall.
That should have given you a clue - but no - not with you.
Cobra? Err, sorry couldn’t do the first five…
Shame mate - ‘cos half of those that died might still have been alive.
You ain’t got my vote!
So how can you do it? What? Well, make amends!
I’ve got a good idea - why not work weekends!
And, while you’re at it why not just own up
to not coping very well. The Game’s up!
And, after you’re voted out next time
just go to hell! You ain’t got my vote!
Is that the door?… I’ll get my coat!
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
and now the numbers
are rising again
hospitals filling
ICUs getting sparse
it seems this virus actually is
a bit more dangerous than the common flu
no matter what irresponsible leaders
across the globe keep telling their citizens
against the advice of medical experts
despite almost
30 million infected
1 million dead
and hundreds of millions of jobless
encouraging their followers
to ignore safety instructions
making them believe it is OK again
to spread infections on parties and in discos
or massive election campaign events
continuing the vicious circle
… continuing …. continuing …. continuing...
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
Yes, a baby
Asks questions
By the act of pointing
Or making a quizzical
****** expression
What is this world
What is the world about
It is so easy to Imagine
A baby not knowing
It is easy to imagine
Not knowing because
Who knows
Not the best of us
Not the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers
Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions
Their nature is to accumulate
While they pretend to lead
While they pretend to guide
Their nature is taking
Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism
No longer a baby
One grizzled octogenarian
Ask no questions
Merely wonders
Where has all of the wonder gone
He wonders if altruism is real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC