#voting
Today we shall have a new prime minister
and I think the change will be good
the current one has become a little sinister
not really doing the job as it should.
We can all debate it as much as we like
but the majority of the people will decide
the voice of conscience in their psyche
shall determine who'll then next preside.
For some it'll be quite a welcomed relief
to see the long-awaited change take place
and seem like an outcome of their belief
a manifestation due to the power of Grace.
It's sometimes hard to know who will win
and if that person who does is the best
with all the political parties wearing thin
their elected leader shall be put to the test.
The democratic process of electing a government
to manage and control the affairs of a country
should be one that fosters such an establishment
for the benefit of all the people however sundry.
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
No, this is not a rhetorical question
If you are somebody, say it aloud
Say it many times. Be happy and be proud
“You are somebody”. “You are somebody”
Is a poem that was often recited by the man of action
The departed brother, the Reverend Jesse Jackson
A leader, a legend, a hero who fought for our civil and voting rights, equality
Freedom, justice, democracy, respect, opportunities and compassion
For all. Along with Dr. MLK Jr., Medgar Evers and others, he fought against racism
Apartheid, injustice, prejudice, inequality, violence, police brutality and sexism
Brother Jesse taught us to ‘Never surrender’
“Keep hope alive” and “register to vote”.” You are somebody”
The poem was written by Reverend William H. Borders Jr.
As tears are flowing on my face, I have not read it yet
But I feel the emotions, the energy, the punch and the fire
Which the poem emits, conveys, delivers and sends forth swiftly. I bet
You can feel the inspiration, the electricity, the heat which is burning
The very fibers and the veins of my human body
Are you somebody? Yes, you are somebody
Get up, stand up to say it very loud
You are somebody. Stand up and be proud
Yes, yes, you are a beautiful human being
Yes, you are a proud, and beautiful being
Thank you Jesse for loving all God’s children
Thank you Reverends Borders and Jesse Jackson
For the simple and powerful words. Inspiration
Comes from the Almighty God in Heaven
Are you sure that you are somebody?
Yes, yes you are somebody, you are somebody
Me too, I am somebody
Me too, I am somebody. I am somebody
We are all somebody.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Reverend William Borders Jr.,
Reverend Jesse Louis Jackson Sr., our families and the children of the world.
I have known about Rev. Jesse Jackson Sr. since Montclair High School, New Jersey.
Copyright © February 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
life happens.
It’s fall, it’s midterms
It’s election time.
New Haven’s giving a lot of fall.
I’ve been starting to feel the chills,
but things are turning cold and extra breezy,
so it all maks sense.
The good and bad can coexist closely,
is our energy dropping? Nope.
Whenever I think of voting,
I go back to American Idol.
My first voting experience.
It was 2009 and I was 14.
I was into Adam Lambert.
he didn’t win, and sure, I felt
a child's appreciable sense of outrage
millions and millions of us did
but we didn’t storm FOX Network
We cried into pillows and took it in stride.
Now Adam sings with Queen.
So I guess it worked out.
.
.
Songs for this
Bohemian Rhapsody by Adam Lambert
Do It Again (feat. Carolyn Leonhart & Robert Smith) by The Juju Orchestra
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 9:22 AM UTC
Given the choice...
There is no choice.
No alternative
To poll your voice.
Be surgical.
Be precise.
This isn't the time
For being nice.
Fight against what you know's not right.
This is the quarrel for our childrens' lives.
Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 8:09 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
A Run-Off Primary Election Between Two Inadequate Men
Prologue, Exposition, and Chekhov’s Ballot Box:
A wobbly old man complained to the judge
Who had found that he was ineligible to vote
“But the guy on the TV said I could vote,” he whined
“I have to obey the law,” replied the judge, “not the guy on TV”
Rising Action and Conflict:
I took my ballot and perused the names
Two names, the only names, of two bad men
Further Conflict:
I do not have to vote for the lesser of two evils
Because the lesser of two evils is still an evil
******
I left the little bubbles for those little men blank
And pencilled into an empty space my choice:
NO!
And underlined it twice
Denouement:
I drove away
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 9:14 AM UTC
I feel like Christian Bale
in that one movie
"Am I... the American ******
the emic and etic personas
collapse in pantomime
like how the Donald destroyed democracy and civil rights for four years.
I feel like the average citizen
who has no choice but to vote
so that I don't get deported once again
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 6:56 PM UTC
He just gave a great talk at a townhall,
"our country needs healing to restore
our great union from the chaos
and sowing of seeds of division
by the current administration.
While love can't drive out it's opposite,
because love's not a physical force
like what those who abuse use, is,
it can enlighten others to not fall for
heartache, mercenaries for more and their tricks.
"Murphy's law's, if something can go wrong it will".
It became, 'if Murphy can f something up he will',
then, 'Murphy's going to f everything up'.
'An ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure'.
Our nation needs him, vote early, help GOTV, please.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
Shakespeare said, “make
pieces of the beast and his
confederates”
My parents voted
today - filling out and then
casting their ballots.
It was a pleasing
privilege - even as an
anxious observer.
Their two small darts at
the heart of the snarling beast.
Saints let them strike true.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 7:10 AM UTC
Painting lies on the doorstep of the countries elite
Old men hiding, while the hood destroy for fascist belief
Draw a thin blue line along the precincts orderly beat
Our enemy become enraged, then suburbia can’t sleep
Mention of war, makes Colonel Sanders feel so good, right!
It helps the makers of guns, especially all the men that knelt
Once the losers hand back their bibles, tools and money belt
We will become the same as the southern island overnight
Who are you going to vote for
It don’t really matter no more
The new world order will figure it out
And program the machine to adjust the count
Then one world government of socialist, no doubt
Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount
So be very careful what you think you are truly wishing for
Once you enter, there’s no way out, it’s a one way door
Not long after, you’ll see it’s not at all, our promised freedom
All the grasslands and concrete jungles, renamed Yankeedom
Line up for food, water, healthcare, is this US or far left China
Now we’re not allowed to pray at night, come back Messiah
Who are you going to vote for
It don’t really matter no more
The new world order will figure it out
And program the machine to adjust the count
Then one world government of socialist, no doubt
Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount
Be wise who you vote for and watch for the dead they count
If the system is rigged, the powers will have a case to mount
Bring back the old way days, one on one honest debates
Stop the press or there will be another war between the states
Black, white, yellow or brown, we all live in this freedom town
Don’t let the thugs, loonies, murderers or media, get us down
We are a Democratic nation, with freedom of choice
So take off your mask, stay in line and show your real voice
Who are you going to vote for
It don’t really matter no more
The new world order will figure it out
And program the machine to adjust the count
Then one world government of socialist, no doubt
Only chance is to open up a bible and lets meet on the mount
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC
At the voting booth
We do the symbolic act
A pointless gesture
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
This right is sacred
Marking this ballot is my rite...
a passageway to true freedom.
I feel the blood of ancestors coursing...
I hear the haunting cries of arrested dreams...
Stolen hopes for my enslaved great, great grandparents...
persecuted & denied rights, beaten for daring to read & write.
I do this for them...
I feel the heartbeats of my children and my descendants ... this is my legacy...
I do this for them.
Oh yes! This right is sacred...
This is my justice... righting these wrongs...
These stickers symbolize the spoils...Prominently displayed
And these collective voices will be heard...battle cries of suffrage
this rite is ours...
it belongs to us...
it always has...
this is our ancestors’ hope,
our legacy...
This is our right...
This is our voice...
This is our vote...
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
The last of the fools
Has been exposed;
I'll look no further
Than the end of my nose.
The glass has flipped
It's me I see.
The last of the fools;
Flip one,
You'll see.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
"I'm gonna," isn't good enough,
And good enough's not far enough,
And far enough's not near enough
To get us half-way there.
Forget about a song and prayer,
To get us where we need to be,
To where we breathe deep and free.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
Building bricks
Brick by brick we build our nation
And stone by stone we build a generation.
The children are the future, the old our voting class;
The young have given up voting because politicians have no class.
Building new laws and building new houses;
Nothing this government does smells of roses.
Leaving the EU seems like it will come back to haunt us.
Rosie is in the hospital, the NHS is seeing closes.
Sack them all because they choose money over patients;
Every generation loses faith but nothing ever changes.
So they plant a tree as they knock down a forest;
Stop with your lies, just give it a rest.
Let the people vote and then try to take the decision back.
Politics, ***** tricks; power of conviction you lack.
Money rules the world and money changes hands;
Ideology and philosophy, but still you have no master plan.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Vote
Politics? I won’t vote for it,
Because everybody is a liar and they only do as they see fit.
Without consequence, they miss-represent.
The truth is just an afterthought.
Forget the house of common sense.
You gave them the power to ruin your life,
By voting for a change of time and closing your eyes
And with fingers crossed, you hope for the best,
But too soon they just forget,
Every promise they made before they took their chance…again.
Now they will do all they can to stay
And stop you ever getting your way.
They take their pay rise and stop you having your say;
Well it is your choice that is made.
I will not be to blame for not wanting to vote.
So you can tell me I cannot speak, because I chose to say no.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
I have come of age to vote,
Yet missed the day to register.
I have come of age to be wise,
Yet missed the day to remember.
I love my country dearly,
I live in it and am bound to it!
Yet a finger I couldn’t raise,
To those who deserve disgrace!
If not for my wicked heart,
Struck by apathy and antipathy,
I would have remembered,
The cries of my own country.
I lament the fact that I’m AWOL,
During the day of difference.
What can I do to redeem myself?
If my heart knows not itself?
My heart and head stand neutral!
With right or wrong just equal!
And there is no greater evil than me,
Who watches hearts bleed out.
There is no greater evil than I,
That see blue, red, yellow, and white,
Become pure in their sad colors.
A non-voter who laments to himself!
Become pure blue due to suffocation.
Become pure red due to old wounds.
Become pure yellow due to disease.
Become pure white as death visits.
Oh, dear Philippines my motherland.
I see, speak, and do evil on your body.
I ask the Lord for forgiveness and grace,
As the church rot from inside the gates.
My love for you is conditional!
I was born in your womb, motherland!
I serve you as I live on shame!
Yet my heart is grasped by ignorance!
Let my coming of age speak,
Let youth cry out in agony.
As I wait for my next chance,
To rid myself of this apathy.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Locked in I was
and grey spatter I spit
under fear I crept
for satan's name, used so,
at my dawn and at my wake
my own voice, soft like flowers who tremble
under trees so steadfast
then upon not one, but many
a sunrise, my voice grew up to be wind
~my love out-loud in the living room
prayers and fears to sentence my mouth not one more day
Freedom knew me
my pen knew what it wanted at 11
picking it up at 27
never so brilliantly
has ink bubbled
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen.
Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win.
I also voted against Bredesen once before.
Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor.
This time he was running to be Tennessee's Senator.
I didn't like how he did his job when he was Governor.
Now he's licking his wounds because he didn't win.
Many of Tennessee's residents voted against Bredesen.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Since our political system has been laid bare, after RumputiN was installed
in the Blackhouse, it's beautiful complex of lack of complexity, in a word,
conspiracy of conspiracies, has moved me and "...we(e),..." to have as a few
of my favorite things be far more reaching questions, out of necessity. Like,
without acknowledging, and demanding others do the same, that it's been
purposely engineered to be a criminal injustice system instead, how can one
even have a real conversation that would lead to potential for real change
of it taking place in reality, if you don't know who you were, where you've
been, how on God's green Earth can you expect to know who..., where you are
and what's going on, necessary to start thinking about changing anything,
even yourself, as well as directing who you will be and where you will
be going, etc.? Swine slaughtering lower-middle-class to poor men en masse,
mostly of color, instead of just doing the usual liquidation of their ases
and assets, are just serial murderers masquerading as cops, and what goes
around comes around, no? If you're not taking bullets you're making them.
Also, people are fed up with felonious RumputiN and his rootin' tootin'
organized crime family spree from the Blackhouse, which should be prosecuted
using the RICO Statute instead of just being elaborately covered up by Mueller
for he's not using it and he's handing out immunities like soldiers candy to
Iraqi kids, duh. I would add some salient pointless points, beyond the 'empty
boat' of Zen, and 'useless tree' of the Tao, we can understand the burden
placed on our shoulders by our ancestry not exercising their responsibilities
as they should have, and thereby it's Siamese twin sisters, their freedoms,
Withered like unused muscles as well, as a panultimate challenge, saving
humanity, literally. Also, understanding Jung's "80 % of all actions, thoughts,
feelings we have, that we acknowledge, or don't, perceive or don't, are
compensatory towards our pasts", necessitates an integral understanding of
Satre's existentialism' meaning of angst, as experience integral to life, not
opposed to it, but, rather, central to it, and a nexus of it. This is more
than an embracing of gestalt's, Perls', moment, now. Moving away from sophist
perspective, we also experience the meaning of life is struggle, which comes
through all our meaningful work, succinctly. Further, what is life beyond that
foci is also, the where, when, who, how, and sometimes why too (but never Y2K)
of life; beyond our masks and ego fulfilling stories, schtick, lines, etc..
Do we struggle, not just as lifelong students, with the impossible, not just
the improbable. Yet, it's actually more layered than that in a much larger
dimensional paradigm than 4 dimensions. Yes, the effects of our causes in any
action usually have effects that undo our causes as we act them out, intend,
present them, etc.. Yet, those more superficial, linear, first conclusion
layers are not less effective, per se, as the complexity of Karma, Dharma are
beyond our normal comprehension. What is the root of thought, feeling, the root
of feeling, being, the root of being, the extent to which we struggle with what
it is, no? For, as the following twig of poetree gleans: Soul//
As my breath
is the one, prana,/
And the life's pulse, pala,/
Reaching angelic source, sura,/
So is this mind, manas, a
/ Flowering unfoldment,
/ Unendingly touching
/ The eye
that would it see,/
Unbeckoning unto thee./
As well, this Bodhi, a temple,/
Of the four and fifth, nur,/
So entered by atma, a ray of thy sun,/
Thus being
winged, and
/ As such with wind,/
Flying only in dharma's dance,/
Is returning
to, Brahma, you./ For, there yet, by thy grace, go I./
We are not who we think
we are, we are, rather, the extent to which we struggle to evolve to be some-
things, spirit, soul, Bodhi, etc., on the path of study that could and should
be one, you, me, forever asked and never answered. Yet, even if we lived as
prayer, our light only adding to the well of light, our every step in grace,
leaving no footprints that followed none, echoing in all ways, always,
sometimes, like pulling teeth, "...we(e),...", must stalk our words from our
insides 'til we wrangle them, like cats, to the tip of our tongues, no? For,
"Words weren't meant for cowards..." and we must "be brave...", Happy Rhodes.
We can't allow ourselves the luxury of taking our supposedly 'golden silence'
all the way to the bank, as your average bear does. These are the end times,
we successfully struggle, to abolish global defacto-slavery by the non-renew-
able energies' corporate structure's machine and it's convolution, against
the global oligarchy's premeditated mass-murder of 7.5 billion people, or
humanity's extinct. Gandhi, "(supposed) science is the root of all opression"
and, "...we(e),..." must be the change we want in the world". Is not life
relation, are we not responsible for one another, are not all threads in
the fabric of life needed, as is the evoliutionary ones' mendings, for we
can't allow it to be torn asunder? If not here, then where, if not now, when,
not you, who? Viva la evolucion. Indivisible, illimitable you, GOTV.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
Talk the talk, walk the walk, and even
Be the be, but, if you don't vote the vote,
You won't ever be livin' in a democracy!
reality (aja) :)
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Smackdab in the middle of the republican conspiracy,
Halfased the halfmasting of the Blackhouse flag,
Unceremoniously, in an unfitting measure of their lack
Of respect for 'Real Deal' Republican, hero, McCain.
RumputiN said, "he wasn't a hero, heroes don't get caught".
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
you cannot silence my voice,
erase who i am and stand to be.
i will not be pushed to nonexistence,
for my story is not written in pencil,
it is written in ink.
― and i will leave my mark on history
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Flippy Hippie, what the heck is your trip?
We get things going fine and then you flip.
Your political lips are criminally zipped.
Because you are obviously losing your grip.
Tripping hipster, what were you thinking?
The ship of state is so obviously sinking.
Are you diddling with your own erections?
And too good to vote in our elections?
Hippy dippy, Flippy Hippie, you’re mental.
Apparently your adulthood is experimental.
You’re just tourists in your own realities
Blathering a lot of brainless banalities.
You make excuses not to use your brains.
You’re making choices you can’t explain.
To you all politics is just a boring game.
When we ask, you say they’re all the same.
Flippy Hippie, you make not much sense at all.
You’ll die too when they stand us to a wall.
We know you quit thinking in elementary school
And that explains why you’re such a big fool.
We understand the reason you are so dim
You don’t see it’s us or them. You’re not them.
Later, if they get their way and the US is dead
Just remember a lot is because you stayed in bed.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC