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Emanuel Martinez Mar 2014
The revolution will not take place in McDonald’s
Born out of lethargic, flaky or fickle bodies

Words and actions, powerful ammunitions
But vessels, our bodies, control those manifestations
An armament, the body
Matter without which revolution cannot happen

Us who struggle, while we waste away
Those invested in maintaining power and privilege
Don’t only safeguard their money
They protect their bodies too
And only that of the offspring
Invested in perpetuating power and privilege

They not only monopolize learning and leadership
As mechanisms of dominance and control
They run and eat to fuel that constant fight

Man, wealthy or poor
May give into the vise of fast food and intoxication
But those invested in control
Conscious of power and privilege are no fools
Fortified not only by lawyers and henchmen
But by doctors, fitness trainers, fresh harvests
Having the choice and access to fresh produce

Us colored children from the hoods, the barrios
Our moms, or dads, or single parents
Working month to month
Frustrated because we don't eat fruit and vegetables
Instead eating frozen, canned, chemically enhanced
Microwaveable dinners and junk foods

Skinny, chubby, or obese
Eating our twinkies, doritos, and coke
Can’t even run a block without running out of breath
Diabetes, heart disease, cholesterol, asthma, obesity
Not even looming in the back of our minds

We need youth to represent our communities
We need youth to fight for our communities
We need youth whose minds and stomachs are filled
Not with fodder and capitalist waste
But with food, ideas that fill them, fuel them
Not out of a temporary desire for satisfaction
Rather a prolonged political exercise to fortify themselves
As agents of a transformative process in the world

Frozen, canned, chemically enhanced lunches at school
Soda fountains, fried food, fast food, junk food
May always be subsidized, marketed, made affordable
To be part of your breakfast, lunch and or dinner

Still never reject an apple, orange or pear
Those with power and privilege
May not even have to think about
Their regimented diets
With endless fruits available to them

But for us, a single fruit made available to us
Has to be a daily reminder
An act of defiance
To chose to strengthen our bodies with it

A slippage of those invested in our chains
When the owners of industry
Have socialized us to think
Coca cola, pizza, and burgers
Are parts of our cultural identity
A modern industrialized upgrade
Our diet decisions driven by capitalist consumerism

There may be no specialized fitness trainers
Expensive equipment
Lush parks, jogging tracks, bicycle lanes, or bicycles
In our neighborhoods
But there is a space right next to your bed
Or a piece of floor where you live
And you have your body
Just do a few jumping jacks, push ups, sit ups

You need to have the patience and love
To protect and fortify not only your mind
But your body
To know that the more you fortify yourself
The more you are going to be able to fight exploitation
The more you are going to protect and fight
The ones you love, and even the ones
You won’t even realize you have saved as a result

We may not always have the access to healthy food
But we have the choice to request it collectively
In educational spaces and to take the initiative to exercise
March 25, 2014
**** nation
Conversing with ammunitions.
Hearts that are barely loyal
Being served by humbled soldiers.

No wonder peace has been conquered
And war the man on the altar.
Her habitants live like their souls are on trial
And their god a liar.

**** nation
Her masses are speechless creatures
Ruled in cluelessness
Jubilating in bitterness.

**** Nation
Driven by greedy intentions
Stomach fed with promises
Sleeping and waking in calamities.

**** nation
The fat ones are the vultures
Termites and cankerworms haven
The thinning path between hell and heaven.

**** nation
Where the safest place is the grave
Saints nation rebirth to a **** nation
Where unity and faith are slaves.

Hmm! My **** nation of tears
Unfortunately, I'm fortunate to be born here
blessed with everything, cursed with leadership,
Born into miseries, dying in hardship.

A **** nation in a tunnel
Crowded with diverse starlets
Being forced to drain down the funnel
Crying blood for a spark soonest.
For all the countries in the world who seems not to be getting it right.
Getting lost in your contradictions

In a play of your persuasions

Your endless ammunitions

Such strong piercing penetrations

Detailed in your enumerations

Has become my new addiction
Kìùra Kabiri Dec 2016
CONSCRIPTS: CHILDREN OF WAR

Conscripts, Innocent children robbed for war
From Congo, Chad, Central Africa Republic, Mali….
From Uganda to Sudan and South Sudan, Burkina Faso, Senegal…..
They are the forefronts young fatal fighters
From Boko Haram, Al Shabaab, Lord Resistance Army…..
They are these merciless Militias mouths-youths
From Biafra-Nigeria, Bujumbura, Asmara to Abidjan Civil Wars
They are their battalions’ fertile feeding grounds
They are Kony, Riek Machar and Ruthless Rebels’ mercenaries
They are Ouattara, Nkurunziza, Salva Kiir…..youthful foot soldiers  
They are Resistance Armies and Liberation army’s guerillas  

They raided a village
They foraged the villages
For innocent, forced conscripts
At dawn-at dusk, daytime-nighttime  
At noontime-at eventide-every time

And she begged
These satans that came
At the mask of dark nights
Slithering silent as serpents
For her last left and living!

She mourned and bemoaned
Helpless and hopeless
Her, grief-stricken hapless
But under those ****** shot eyes
Those coals-hot red coloured irises
That pity or its empathy knows not
It was all in vain-to no avail!

Determined, resolute, uncaring, ruthlessly  
Him tucked on her compassionate chest
Him still tagged on her hopeless breast
Its cheeks struggling to suckle any fluid
From these sagged sacks of balloons
Him they riotously robbed

And those that can’t they ripped
To those that can’t they opened
Those that can’t they roped
To those that can’t odd happened
Those that can’t they *****
To those that can’t they dampened

Those able fingerings wrapped
On frontiers as fighters they lined
With no war experience
With no ammunitions intelligence
No boots-barefoot, no shirts-bare chests
As shields shivering, roughly ripped
By advanced military and militias

Never to know home again
Never to know its warmth again
Never to know fears again
Never to know pains again
Never to know happiness ever again
Never to know the sweet tastes again
Of what Mama’s milk-nourishing colostrums contain

Somewhere in tough terrains
Somewhere in jagged plains
Somewhere in rugged mountains
Somewhere in thicketed montanes
Somewhere in brutal bushes
Somewhere in shriveling shrubs
Shallow graves of their immature bones
Their carrions lay leaked white by scavengers or time

Lucky him that deaths avoids
Lucky him that deaths mercy observes
Lucky him that deaths shyly eludes
Fortunate him it sympathetically spares
Lives in agony of pain and guilt
Lives in fears of loyalty and liberty
Lonely eyes, hollow sorrow, mourning souls,
Empty heart, mad tampered mind, tempered looks….
Him, innocent Conscripts, Children of War!

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Sorrowful.
Helena Feb 2019
cyanide kisses
subtle, deluded
swaying softly
against the tender
skin
of a sweaty cheek

subdued candle flame
four hips gyrate to
keep
the quiet sting of
counterfeit moonlight

the raging constitution
of knowing your eyes
But pressing hard to
kiss his cough-drop
Tongue
and all this sudden asphyxiation

not looking up to conceal
all the things I see
in the quiet ammunitions
of the letters of your name
fading away
ink bleeding with
his sour hot saliva
in your hallmark ricochet

the one you kept in the shirt pocket
you kept close
to your heart rate

I am afraid.
What to do with such unspeakable emotion?
I will hide beneath the surface
of the fine lines of his face
and forget about the almost
had
the tide against
the rage
in a ship of my own making
an anemone bouquet
the last reminder
of the time and the day
you made me feel
able.
Jowlough Dec 2010
Cold weather makes its entry,
we are still burned with confusion,
Come gather your brain-washed army,
Make another move, another evolution

Well, we'll see what happens next,
as I enjoy puffing my smoke,
Come use all your ammunitions,
We'll appreciate, disperse communication

Your systems ignite with me,
too many lies have been queued,
Each has a pre-requisite on each other,
In the end, it took toll, not for the better.

Save your soul by yourself,
For I have disconnected it with mine,
Lessons are there to ponder,
Line by line, We'll get better some time

Save your city for the last time,
Spread your wings, take the lead,
For you have full control now,
but I'm here to back up in case you can't

Do your usual commands,
to the mirror and see for yourself,
This will be the last time,
but still I will be watching at bay


Goodbye.
(c) Dec 23 2010 - End - jcjuatco
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Gullible people! , your condition
is deteriorating year after year.
Sometimes you live as refugees,
sometimes you live in fear.
But don't ever loose patience
, ballot is right, bullet is wrong.
Gandhi's constitution is timetested,
dependable and strong.
Violent protests, vandalism is
not the way, you must avoid, shun.
Blue buttons are triggers and
Electronic voting machines are guns.
You cannot destroy enemy as
ammunitions are scarce, not much.
Aim legs so that king can only
reach throne with the help of crutch.
preservationman Jun 2020
The sea deep within Atlantis, humans above the surface are planning for an attack below
Yet although
Aqua Woman is making plans for Atlantis defense
It will be a force being past tense
Things for attack will be according to sequence
All kinds of sea creatures have already been informed
Atlantis is ready and not alarmed
A bounty of Ship Dweller’s, have come out with Scuba Divers with spears and explosive ammunitions to destroy Atlantis
But they are being attack by a Praying Mantis
The Mantis is the decoy
Later, the Sea God will form a fence
The Scuba Divers will be feeling the reinforced tense
Aqua Woman has everything under control
She is a warrior in showing the surface behold
The sea is her domain
As Queen of Atlantis, it’s her marvel enterprise that will remain
Her mission to all upon, be destroyed or stay away
Aqua Woman tells the surface, you have no purpose nor control and we the citizens of Atlantis will not go astray willingly
The sea belongs to us
Authority won’t be a must
You have learned that Atlantis we don’t play
Tell your Land Dweller’s to pass the word being a relay
Deep Feb 2022
War
Years Labour
built houses,
apartments,
hospitals,
schools,

It is the same labour that created
Arms,
ammunitions,
tanks,
warships
to destroy the same creation,

Our whole life is paradox;
We live to create
And succeeded in creating
That very thing which
destroys our creation,

In a loop, we're running
Searching and creating meaning,
Taking the help of destruction
we give us the motivation to soak
our hands in blood and gore,

A person lived this life before
He was like us busy in the process
Of creating and destroying,
Our friend! Our Prototype!
Our Sysiphus!
See my eyes was made to
Embrace lyrics to you
From the universal
Cirruclum check the selcorum
Lay out my projected forums
Enter your mind
At light speed indeed
Was made out of bad deeds
So that means my
Conscious still feeds
Off ******* so I meditate
My cells through tokes
Of ****
Pledge an allegiance to the
Aliens creed
Then soldiers was made gave me a brigade
I became spawn from a deeply burned human
With so much pain endured
Makes for a charm
11 rifles attached to my arm
Ammunitions for days
So they can't harm in eye of the storm
I see the demons in a vicinity
In a swarm
Like buzzards lookin' for carcasses
Mentalities dead
You can tell from all the words said
Lyrics so deeply force trauma is shed
Openin' up pores of the skin cells leave em for dead innocent bloodshed
It don't matter how many bibles
Qurans and torahs are red
We livin' in the end times
So many left with their souls plastered
They solely mislead once I recited' rites and rituals I became a figure head
Which means I figure stuff out ahead
Out of the game
Of the elitist that thinks twelve years ahead
Of craftin' a perfection universe is my lesson
Cosmos and other constellations
Is my Smith and Wesson
Words is bullets causin' ******* with no interruption
Beat all corruption heart's in touchin'
Without use of my hands til swear runs from my glands
From the adrenaline
Rushin' temples bustin' who can you trust ?
It ain't about us its about people that's before
You love and you learn
I gotta watch these leechin' folks
Cuz they'll get you gassed in you'll burn
Into a blazing lake full of fire
Don't ask me when imma retire
Never only until I recieve a message from higher
Powers being so take notes as blow minds like a dryer
Who's can stop the reigning Messiah ?
I'm comin' with Elijah with chariots angels shined up with heavens fire
Dr Peter Lim Jan 2019
Give us peace
   this is the greatest good
   stop the making of ammunitions
   let's produce more food.

   Kindness and compassion
   should be mankind's very root
   let hatred be replaced by love
   follow the path of grace we all should.
KHADYOT GOGOI Apr 2020
They were preparing for the third world war
Stockpiling all the ammunitions of hatred and destruction
But none of them had ever imagined
That they all would be in the same alliance
Against an invisible dust as fast and precise,
As the missiles and the lasers.
preservationman Mar 2019
Kingpin of Beekman Street
Word to rival gangs to retreat
King Spider Leader of the Webster Gang
Fights that often broke out
Commotions that ended in shouts
A quote of what a question would be asked, “Are you feeling what I am feeling?”
It was a quote in being Gang tough
It was a way in showing rival Gangs *****
But there wasn’t going to be a back down
It’s about territory turf in the vocabulary found
Numerous occasions, blood would be Platted on the ground and sometimes in clubs or buildings
Knives and Guns would often be used as ammunitions
The right conditions in precisions
The Gang battle would be on
There was never the theory of “Can we all just get along”
So the Webster Gang continued to prevail
While other Rival Gangs with a dial of Fail
But the war on my tuft
The quest for power being what is all worth.
preservationman Apr 2019
THROUGH THE ANCIENT YEARS OF ROMAN HERITAGE
A STAND UP ANCIENT ROME WITH DESTINATION FOR VICTORY
WE THE WARRIORS ARE READY TO DO BATTLE
AS WARRIORS, WE ARE TRUE AND STRONG
THE FOES WE DON’T GET ALONG
IT’S FLESH AND BLOOD UNTIL THE VERY END
OUR SHIELDS ARE OUR PROTECTORS
OUR AMMUNITIONS EXTEND OUT BEING OUR REFLECTORS
SO ENEMY BEWARE
ANCIENT ROME IS OUR ENCOURAGEMENT TO STAND, AND BE BRAVE
BEING TOUGH IS HOW WE SURVIVE
OUR KING AND QUEEN REIGN SUPREME
WE ARE SOLDIERS LEAN YET MEAN
OUR KING AND QUEENS OUR LEADERS AND WE FOLLOW
WE ARE DECREED FOR BATTLE
OUR FORTRESS IS GOD ON OUR SIDE
WHAT THE ENEMY THINKS IS INTERNAL, AND WE ATTACK ON EXTERNAL
WE POSSESS DIGNITY AND HONOR IN OUR SOUL
THE SPIRIT OF OUR STRENGTH
IT GOES THROUGHOUT IN GREAT LENGTH
HAIL TO OUR KING AND QUEEN
THE FOES WON’T SEPARATE US IN BETWEEN.

— The End —