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L’heure est pressé La foule, chaotique La fumee soulèvement Les gendarmes, psychotique Nous attendons…pour quoi? L’heure est arrive Un seule facon Le roi décapité
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
French Revolution
They cannot stop you Or they would have already Still, they will try. Will you?
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Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
Run.
"Remember, remember, The 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 of November: Gunpowder, treason, plot. For there is a reason Why gunpowder & treason Should ne'er be forgot." Aye. Drop all the bawny And read it right: One will notice The exclusion in remembrance Of plot proper. What drivel, what rot. A nursery rhyme, Meant to lull asleep a populace. You hear the story That they were religious nuts, That was projection. Not a soul on our side Was for balmy superstition. We who was folks of science & virtue, Philosophy proper was our standard - What that had been & is corrupt. Remember the Fifth And remember his brother; Two blonde youths, Two tawny royal lads, And one whom they slaughtered. We fought for the expansion of freedoms, Civil liberties & such. For the likes of social programs now widely enjoyed - Schooling, healthcare, and the like. For not a soul among us to know hunger, That they might have daily - bread And the like. A son named After a king usurped - Woodville, or Wideville; For it is a large world, But really quite navigable. And a King who took a new name In honor of his slain uncle, D̲i̲c̲c̲o̲n̲ C̲l̲a̲r̲k̲e̲ Once more, where moored, The only survivor. Might is nary ever really right. They too saw that On the Isle Wight. This line; Long & tried, Persecuted & replanted. Forevermore, As it had been before And doubtless shall be again, Wearing the verdant festoon. May your wreaths also blossom! In Old World, like New; Truth is always the fashion, Justice is always the passion.
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
A Young Boy Named Edward The Sixth
"Remember, remember, The 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 of November: Gunpowder, treason, plot. For there is a reason Why gunpowder & treason Should ne'er be forgot." Aye. Drop all the bawny And read it right: One will notice The exclusion in remembrance Of plot proper. What drivel, what rot. A nursery rhyme, Meant to lull asleep a populace. You hear the story That they were religious nuts, That was projection. Not a soul on our side Was for balmy superstition. We who was folks of science & virtue, Philosophy proper was our standard - What that had been & is corrupt. Remember the Fifth And remember his brother; Two blonde youths, Two tawny royal lads, And one whom they slaughtered. We fought for the expansion of freedoms, Civil liberties & such. For the likes of social programs now widely enjoyed - Schooling, healthcare, and the like. For not a soul among us to know hunger, That they might have daily - bread And the like. A son named After a king usurped - Woodville, or Wideville; For it is a large world, But really quite navigable. And a King who took a new name In honor of his slain uncle, D̲i̲c̲c̲o̲n̲ C̲l̲a̲r̲k̲e̲ Once more, where moored, The only survivor. Might is nary ever really right. They too saw that On the Isle Wight. This line; Long & tried, Persecuted & replanted. Forevermore, As it had been before And doubtless shall be again, Wearing the verdant festoon. May your wreaths also blossom! In Old World, like New; Truth is always the fashion, Justice is always the passion.
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work, sleep work, sleep, work, sleep, work, then work again stuck in this digital timeline the days never passed it’s always on repeat like time is a concubine living with wealthy billionaires working endlessly day and night making her ends meet so nobody will know what day it is who will make this world a better place? huh, the rich only care for themselves we’re disillusioned to the fantasy that money will fix everything in a flash a bandage on a wound, as they say but it leaves gaps and crevices it will never be healed from the blood it leaves the blood will always fall like rain on a wedding day i am not a robot who will end up in a dumpster if i am no use to everyone if i am no use, what i am then? a entertainer? a maid? a office worker? a human? who i am?
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Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
robotic slave
If THEY cannot rebuild this country with love, empathy, and compassion— If THEY only destroy communities, tear apart families, sow distrust, mislead, interrogate, gaslight, condemn, and grow fat off OUR fellow humans— If WE cannot trust OUR representatives, those in power, OUR system of law, OUR doctors, OUR teachers, and the people who hold OUR lives and those of OUR loved ones in THEIR hands— Then what kind of world do THEY seek to create? THOSE MEN, draped in their wolfskin suits, armored in dollar bills, wearing false masks of humanity, do not deserve the power they wield. If this is the system THEY choose to uphold, one that thrives on exploitation, suffering, and deceit, then let it crumble. Let it burn. And from the ashes of this failed system and flawed government, WE will rise. WE will rebuild—not with greed or oppression, but with unity, justice, and the courage to do what is right. This is OUR country, OUR problems, OUR responsibility to make it right. WE will not bow. WE will not be broken. WE will not stand idly by as THEY feast on the labors and suffering of OUR people. The time for change is now, and it belongs to all of US.
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Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC
ASHES OF TYRANNY, ROOTS OF CHANGE
I know a place where the Sun doesn’t shine, Where kids rejoice and the adults whine, Where Glacier of lies and rivers of deception intertwine, Where they enrich the young with the money and the adults with wine, The Ministers lie through their teeth and promise upliftment, The poor are deceived and are fed more punishment. They have no concept of Day or Night, Anytime-Every time they struggle to fight, The Kids exuberate innocence and liveliness While The Adults showcase fatigue and tiredness, It’s been years since they’ve heard those promises It’s been months since they’ve opt for progressiveness ‘Impoverished, Imperfect, Unimportant”, call them what you may, But when you’ll see their hungry eyes and tiring demeanor, You’ll have nothing to say. Their generations And their generations, Will keep living this way Unless the bureaucracy decides to help them, Their generations And their generations, Will keep on suffering Unless those in power come to hold them, Till then, For Eons and Eons and Eons and Eons to come They’ll keep on wanting, They’ll keep on crying, They’ll keep on living, They’ll keep on surviving.
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
Poetry of the Undesired
Boots sanction the hearts of men. The victims are wailing and smiling Death keeps on knocking and waiting Who will liberate us? Denial of our voices made us cry Downtrodden wept as their voices Dwindle and cracks for liberation Who are the kindhearted? Nation begets unruly masters As the country pretends to smile Honest people are followers! Why the contradiction? Bemourning the scourges of men Humanity strives to speak but ... Money, power and fame supercedes When are we going to rise? Hatred is begging to put on a smile Laughter covers herself with rags The future bleeps and sorrows Can we revolt against the status quo?© Uzo
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Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 6:13 AM UTC
Voices
I heard those giggles behind me, You really thought I was deaf? I saw those whispers around me, Oh!I'm just making it clear. I know you are acting up ignoring, You thought you are good at it? I saw you looking happy around, You thought that can really effect me? Yes I heard you calling me cling But, ever know about my 'never knew how to not care' thing? Ever thought about How it feels to be hurt by the other? Facing these all, now I wish I could read this on your face & make you feel one.
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Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
Rags
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
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
From Haiti to France
once again     this time in Georgia communities of color saved democracy from spiraling into violent authoritarianism in spite of armed white mobs      incited by the president's men breaking into the nation's capitol looting and destroying interrupting certification hearings forcing members of congress     to seek sheltered places killing a policeman causing five more deaths the scenes shocked the world and most U. S.  citizens america has become small again no more a beacon of democracy just another banana republic in a real democracy citizens cast their votes and then respect certified election results
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
coupcake (revised)
We vanish one by one, until we are gone nothing but silent screams Echoing down the empty halls of eternity Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts Dilapidated buildings haunted By the silhouettes of ghastly midnights past Ashes where we had once stood before God as man screamingly sentient made of rotten creation Our life the echo of a shrieking moan Let us Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter Reach out, touch the abyss God and man are dead ! Rejoice! What a joyous revolt! Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time Dive headfirst into the deep black rift And become eternity
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
I
Bleed my mind out Onto paper again It’s in a cage I’m full of rage Things can’t be the same. **** a phase, this is a chapter Turn the page, streets in flames Things can’t be the same. I feel the pain when I see their eyes And I can **** near taste it They wanna rewrite history But the noise too loud So they can’t erase it Things can’t be the same Light it Gone
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:26 AM UTC
“Noise”
Sparks fly Ashes fall Coals simmer A crumbling wall. Torches flicker Down a lamplit hall. The fuel dies down, And a new man stands above all.
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
On The Hill
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. Once you find a set, put place, position and stand. Work up the vitality to speak in brutality! There’s no point to declare without defense. I want to **** in the wind, because **** you. Replace my mind with a button. Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric. I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy. Just tickles your ***** Makes you giddy. I’d starve myself. But I would eat a bullet if you had your way. Without a situation, your just without motivation. Writing in clear ink, paralyzed in double think. There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. A set, put place, stand, or position. Dissent should never be conveyed, unclear, blurry, or in repent! Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different! Just stand in on stage, speaking sense! Those that matter will respect, others will fall to the aspect...
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Hit Me With the Ruler, it’s *****
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire. It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff. Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all? What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky? Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures? Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are? The little bird does not reply. It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood. To get some blue, it's paying in red.
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
Freedom Behind Barbed Wire
together we form the kindest revolution of all
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
revolution
i’ve taught myself to be silent when i shouldn’t, and now i’m not when i should, there i go, obliviously, relentlessly and uncontrollably making my voice worthless and worth less.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
unheard voice gone wild
Congrats you ! You did it ! You won. How does it feel ? You must be proud... cause you're an ******* Being the deciding factor was such the priority. Casualties of war, such a small price for authority. Here's a message to you, the ******* majority... "Please shoot, cause I'm shooting back." signed, The Minority. We're not the victor, don't give us your spoils. This ain't no "up rise". This is the end to the compromise. In the defense of The Antagonized, we're not responsible for this divide. We're not the victor, don't give us your spoils. We trusted the secrets. You were trusted to tell. We wanted to talk. You wanted to yell. We wanted to move on. You wanted to dwell. You destroyed our heavens and created our hells. We're not the victor, don't give us your spoils. We gave you a community. You and all your unwanted could have lived here. You had the fairness, the compassion, the love. We were in your corner, all of them. We were unwavering. You had us in the palm of your hand... so you crushed us. So here are the fruits of your labour. They're not so fresh. You're left with the flies and the stench! I hope this taste stains your tongue and the odor scorches your nostrils. After all, you've earned it... the spoils.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
"To the you goes the spoils"
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!
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
Revolutionary Heart
O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see Healthy bodies, shining faces Glittering eyes, crooked smile That’s how the rich look like O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see Diseased bodies, pale faces Wet eyes, no smile That’s how the poor look like O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see The empty stomach of poor Keeps burning, turning into fumes As it exhumes O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see The filled stomach of rich Keeps working, generating energy As it digests and absorbs O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see The rich utilize their energy To exploit the poor And to support capitalism O’ my lord, Do you see What my naked eyes see That’s why, I declare war against you I know, I will lose, I will die But still I choose to revolt *********************
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
I Choose to Revolt
So the nature the dirt of the past is crushed under the wave of the future old relics of freedom stuck in the sands of time and an army rises from the ashes of coffee and newspaper stories heroes and nightmares metallic eyes arms tied to strings pulled by those forever gluttons in power since the beginning however silent they pull on their little dancers and we forget our saviors in this ocean this new sea of indifference.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
poem from the bottom of a purse