#republic
Republic Of Sharjah.
A new Republic is born where freedom
Flies beneath the vast and new open skies
No chains of old no master's hand and
It's breaking away from UAE no American slave no more and self rule guides this verdant land and the Republic of Sharjah
The people's voice a mighty sound
On sacred independent ground
With hopeful hearts and spirits bold
A future bright for all to hold
So a country is born breaking away
From the UAE and
In unity they'll stand so tall
Responding to their new country's call
A new republic strong and free and
For all eternity.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 3:40 AM UTC
What's your blood,
And what's mine,
We all are humans,
Ain't that right.
Should we fight,
On who is more red or white,
It's ain't right,
We're playing along the game just quite.
You know who wants it,
The one with power,
The one with desire,
To rule us all under his empire.
I ain't a slave,
To think we're free,
If we were,
We wouldn't be fighting on it.
Was who superior,
And inferior who was,
Those are the past,
We can't change or live cast.
We still think it's the truth,
Cause we think god said it so,
Did god actually made slave,
Or man made god do.
We ain't gonna fight for them,
To help them get wealth,
And power of all land,
Let it fall and modern republic rise.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
So the freaks who have more alienated themselves,
And as consequence us all,
As though they are royalty
Slander the name of all of Europe;
It's nobility & law,
It's cultures & histories?
Asia and the Africas,
Even those of this same continent?
Where do you hope to go, creatures?
For when, not now if,
You craft for yourself a throne,
We shall pin you to it
And make ourselves a new monument.
There, on the banks of reflection,
You will hear our rally call;
Then you shall fall.
Ad tyrannos calcamus!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Bow to the aspirant? Be defiant!
Quite the to-do of the ado hoo-ha.
Shan't you have forgot,
The place you have come up
Is and forever will be democratic.
If Kings are making a comeback,
Kneel.
Give me the crown
Or I will pick it out of the gutters:
I will pick it off your corpse.
If there's pitch to be made,
Prepare for the tar & feathers.
Prepare for the pikes & pitchforks,
For the oil & torch.
Blockade your birdges, flood your moats,
Ready the given defenses!
If Kings are making a comeback,
I will **** you with pen
And put you to death by the sword.
We will march your head around
After we've torn it off.
We will parade your silly decrees about
After we've ripped them apart.
We will drag your body through town
After we've murdered you.
There we'll leave you
In some famous roundabout,
For the crows to feast;
For the animals to pick you clean.
They will say of you,
"Now he's only skull & crossbones!
I had thought him a royal
But he burned & boiled -
Screamed & soiled,
Just the same as I would!"
Sins of the father, eh?
I only hope you didn't ***** your family
With your crimes & repulsiveness.
Submit to the giant? Slay the tyrant!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
O Say, can you see
By the bonfire’s cries
What so fearful we strayed
As our kingdom was vain?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Ran from perilous fights
O’er to isolation
Were so anxiously leaving?
And the rocket’s red glare
Was a sign we don’t care
Still we gave up the fight
With our flag draping there
O Say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the “free” and the home of the “brave”
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
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For the Good of the Republic
To the Caesars and their Generals
(But not to the Senate; they have made themselves irrelevant)
Illustris:
You have medals and money and country estates
Book deals and bank accounts and pleasure gardens
You can retire in soft luxury now -
Your military contractors have seen to that
The Rubicon is ruby with your soldiers’ blood
And the Tiber is stopped with the loyal dead
Who fell upon your sword-sharp signatures -
And now you conspire against each other
You have done enough; go home to your musicians
Your receptions, your hunting parties, your…wives
You could pray for the dead
But you won’t
Still,
If you love your nation you will not meet
At the Milvian Bridge
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 8:56 AM UTC
I met a man.
No, not just a man.
I met a gentle soul.
I met a knight hidden in the tropics,
I know he would fight for me if he could.
He is a man of kind words and promises,
He means what he says.
His eyes are dark,
They hide his beautiful heart.
His love is sincere.
His smile is fleeting in pictures,
But it lights up the world.
His voice is deep,
It moves me like thunder.
His intense gaze never makes me falter.
Souls like his are few and far between.
His words soothe my pain,
But they also make me laugh and cry.
He is a rock to support those he cares for.
He never gives up on them.
I met a man.
I met a strong, dark knight.
I met an incredible soul.
I found a love.
Or did I meet Eros in disguise?
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
Like the last Roman empire
Our republic is but a facade
Capitalism has sold out to corporatism
Our establishment has sold out to the highest bidder
I join the quitters..
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
The crazy caucus
Shameful
No doubt
Must've forgotten
Of their
Stained
Glass House
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
P.1
The crowd sings a tune
Most dreadful
Malice
It is with steel
Cold retribution
Uneven fire
That he shall die
P.2
Formalities unsecured
Royalty disbanded
Speech said
Hostility silenced
Peace has come
P.3
A hairpiece
Eyes an unnatural shade of blue
Hands reaching for a god
Face unsure
Blade ready
Head severed
P.4
Without God
Tangible mercy
England is set free
Gold to ash
Mind to dirt
Heir to none
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
The bottle is soft
To touch
Caressing my sorrow
Crows scream
A usual tune
Prudent, but useless
I have to run
Into Rome
Where eagles fly
Caesar across the Tiber
Cicero in *******
Pompey unfound
Liberty is dead
The restless have arisen
Dread seeming to bribe destiny
Sword and stone
Catapult and Trieme
Feelings are fleeting
Houses catch the flame
Blades seer flesh
A list has been made
The weak are dead
Strong circumcised
Demons feed
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
must recognize our Form
in the mirror,
see our Face, and make our reflection
as we kiss it, though it regularly sickens
Us.
I
We are still Us, though
that probably means little if it ever did;
We have been amended beyond recognition
from centuries of lobbing
off limbs, appendages, stitching clauses
like bandages then forgetting about them
if we ever shower,
disfiguring the pale torso of our Body
politic, naked and middling before posterity
grotesque genitalia dangling
hopelessly, and useless
between marble columns
unable to unite in congress assembled
erasing pluribus unum;
We're our Legs, buckling under obscene weight
now cloture’s invoked, the question ordered
on history with yays and nays,
discourse long reduced to the nuances
of blusterfuck;
We're our Buttocks, passing gas
bills, denying a snowball’s chance of
melting in frozen hell or on house floor,
and our Brain, lobotomized
better half yearning “Yes, we Can…
…ada” beckoning the coasts, blue dots
on blue dot ever browning;
We're our Fists, clenching gavels
while advising Mother Earth to **** up
because even without her consent,
reality’s adjourned;
II
We're our Skin—yes, our Skin—, thin-
ly veiling contempt insufficiently concealed
by layers of spray tan and unmarred
by blood sweat tears of our foremothers
and our Brow, not sweating more perfect
when it's so easy to turn and follow storybook greatness,
when our Fingers, callused from tweeting
Little Bits of *****
which though once again retitled
and re-released, remains a classic,
completely unrevised;
We're our Ears, nostalgic for the crack of doom
and we're our Tiny Hands, unable to help themselves
from popping a Tic-Tac and grabbing
onto those titillating, dusty buttons
on the hydrogen jukebox;
We're our Eyes, heavy
as a defeated queen
with makeup running, blessing us
all for this operant foray into madness,
ever observing how our Arms, which
(torches now extinguished)
flail in confusion amid incalculable darkness
still hoist our pitchforks low and
our Tongue still grievously petitions
for more deplorable words amid
hallucinations of victimhood;
We're our ***** *******
on progress, except
which—failing to rise to the occasion—
nonetheless manages
to flop over and strike once more: a dis-
chord in common defense of
fragile white male privilege
always showing, never growing,
general welfare and tranquility flushed down
the toiletbowl of history
hoping those old turds never
resurface, still ignoring the stench of injustice
and the chipping of gilded porcelain;
We’re our Lips–which neither Broadway hits nor
newspaper clips nor high minded pleas alarmed,
and with Dr. Franklin’s warning notwithstanding–
We are our Lips on treacherous steps which will be
all executive power herein vesting;
III
We're our Palms, grasping rope amid air
saturated in deathly vespers, which tugs
down-up toward unearned heavens;
We’re our ***** pretending to be
our Mouths which chide & otherize, while
our Shins expose their cuts to ****
bullet-holes welcoming the swift infections
in what dank sewage now pours from open
Overton windows, broken along with
any pretense of civility; ultimately,
the only thing we could shatter;
We’re our Holes, shamefully enjoying
the prodding and poking caresses
of anarchy, be-
moaning un-
Equal Protection law & order bestows,
depriving life, liberty, property
when our Hearts, weary of
the long hard due process, supremely
malign centuries’ holdings;
We’re our Immunity, sovereign it be
fighting all insults foreign and domestic
and our Voices rising in lamentation
for what we’ve lost and what we’ve barely kept;
We’re even our Hair, unkempt, distracting us
from enduring corruption of our Blood;
We’re our ***** too. No, never mind.
We never had any. But She did,
and class despite the strength
of glass;
IV
We’re all that still, and our Souls'
politic too, fractured much asking
what Un-
ited States we’re in;
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
The green, white & gold flag rising outside the GPO,
Crowds gather to remember this day 100 years ago,
The proclamation read and the green colour floods the streets,
As the march takes place we stand in peace ,
To awknowledge our leaders who fought for our country,
To allow our citizens to be free,
History flooding through the young & old ,
All standing as one as the story we know re told,
The army saluting together United,
As we remember the volunteers our minds enlightened ,
The fight for freedom, For us today
I'm proud to be Irish, it is not hard to say.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
The blood sheds
Are no more smelling
The surrounding is well sprayed
A fragrance of Night queen
Awkward seems to be with the
Shining day-light.
But yes,
We all are happy!
The constitution is successfully implemented
The roads are no more dumping ground
That place,
Now-a-days
Replaced by our heart.
I'm writing an open letter to you
Sir Ambedkar
Please guide us
We need you
Like never before.-26.01.2016
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
The illusion of freedom
in a democratic republic in decline
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
If i should die
do not say i died for myself
do not say i died for nothing
do not say i died
tell them how i lived
for You
for Them
for my Country
for Love
i never will forget
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
India was a secular state even before recorded history,
We welcomed all religions even before time,
Jesus is said to have come to Kashmir after Good Friday,
The English were welcomed just for business,
But what they did was occupying the nation,
As if that was not enough in itself they tried partitioning us,
After they endured the second world war,
They did decide to leave India to mind theirs,
But they decided to divide us into two.
One was the Islamic Republic of Pakistan,
Another was named as the Republic of India,
While they just tame corrupt extremism,
We tame irrationally extreme corruption,
We host unrealistic & unimaginable scams,
Sinners of all kind in the world are present here,
But there is some hope from our secular identity,
We are a progressive nation and I am so happy today.
One day will definitely come when India will be reunited.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
The clock gets me.
It comes to me in the middle of the night
Pulls back the sheets and says, "Hey fucko."
Then it lifts open my sobby wet sand-encrusted lids,
It knows when I'm trying at sleep, pumping quarters
Like I was swallowing yawns, sometimes I try to squint
Harder and take a dream to the next level, whatever
The next level is. It's like Friday night when I wanted to go
Out to do something, whatever something is.
Because I know that if I don't I'll miss that thing that's so
Important that if I were to miss it the clock wouldn't come for me
Again.
And on Tuesday's when I'm knotting a dream around 2 o' clock
In the morning, my web-footed adventure, say, killing your
Boyfriend, say
Fighting the Nazis, say,
Rediscovering that you sent nudie pics to
That rando guy we met in that club that lives
in Prague-
I throw the clock at the ******* wall.
Because who knows, I make the bed wrong
Or maybe I don't cook right, or look right, or
Smile the right way at the right
Time. And you start thinking that I have to die.
The bane of my existence is an imagined feat in your
Walnut-sized brain, slowly numbing us while we're
Supposed to be, say
Listening to the rich, Oxford voice of
David Attenborough.
Instead you're thumbing through that index
of CVS cashiers, just trying to find a scruffy face
To flip your digits to, your homemade justification. It becomes
A feat, an unjust cause of mine to
Get it right, that imaginative and artificial bit you've
Been sewing up Monday twilight.
That's when I go out and jaw your sister, somewhere between
A smirk on your face and a bit of anger at the end of your sentences.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Happy Tantra Diwash
सभ्यता र विकासको सदकमा आज
विस्मृतिका गाडीहरू हुकिएका देख्छु
सपनामा देखाईएका सुन्दर बगैँचा आज
कालो धुंवाले घेरिएको पाउछु
ठल्ठुला श्वरमा जोड जोडले चिच्याइएका
टोल टोल वस्ति वस्तिमा गुन्जाइएका
कहिले लोकतन्त्र कहिले प्रजातन्त्र
कहिले जनतन्त्र कहिले गणतन्त्र
नामका अमृत वचनहरू आज सम्झिन्छु
सम्झनाको हरेक प्रहारसगं आत्तिन्छु
आत्तिन्छु म सोच्दै "के मैलेभाषाको अर्थ नबुझेकै हुँ त?"
"कुनै तिर्सनामा मैले गलत व्याख्या पो गरेको छुँ त?"
यदि हैन भने
किन स्वतन्त्रताको जन्जालमा अल्झिएको पाउछु?
किन सुक्दै छन् तिर्खाहरु
किन डबिन्दैछन् पाइलाहरु
किन म आफै देखि भाग्न बाध्य छु?
किन यति धेरै प्रश्ण छन् वरिपरि?
तन्त्रै तन्त्रको मन्त्र उच्चारहणले गुन्जायमान
भड्रगोल भई फात्तिएको छ किन यो सडक
यदि हो भने
धिक्कार छ सबलाई
यत्र तत्र छरिएका सपनाहरु
अझै तन्त्रैतन्त्रमा रुमलिएका आशाहरु
मलाई अनि तिमीलाई जसले तन्त्रहरु
कैयौँ जन्माए
तर मृत जन्माए।
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC