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"assange" poems
Omni-man signals with his one last diamond finger, “Approach, Dear Assange. We delight for your flash!” But we know, silent reader, that it all is arranged. These endorsements, the agents- the indictment itself. Everything left unrevealed is a war-cry to all: Liberate knowledge, be Free with the  Truth! Hope be for anyone so brave to stick up that high, may the lies be exposed as an ointment on truths.
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 2:39 AM UTC
Leak Leak Leak Leak
Like the back of a cart during the bubonic plague, I’d have to say a dead mans story is long, But very vague, As we learn little from the lessons of history, We treat is as an obsolete and unsaid sort of mystery. The difference between black and white, A bird in seat or flight, A tense and dangerous human right, As if as much as we can see, Is the boundary of our site; If we treat each other as we would like to be treated; Why does a teacher tell us to remain seated? They don’t say sit back and relax in any context, Instead they emphasize not to use bad words or obscene text. Am I not allowed to tell you to sit down? Tell you I owe you nothing but a respectable frown? I owe you nothing but decency, Not a mind filled with verbs in which I hope others translate boundlessly. To say I sleep with a pillow, Is like saying I steep tea like I reap benefits from the luxuries, Of today’s modern cars and inventions. To assume I immorally influence a young child in growth, Is like assuming I don’t walk the sidewalk to remain safe, From the wind of wild traffic to my left and to my right, Or to say we don’t disobey ancient conventions, In which mankind is barred from flight. Between SpaceX and NASDAQ, And the jealous old man named NASA, “Good Wall Street” ain’t looked at, As the media keeps its mind where its eyes remain fixed; On the flaws and the findings, The wars and the signings, The fear of dead children whose pics we find blinding. The new Rules of Engagement, Angers militaristics in danger, Of bullets and shrapnel they volunteered to go face; They are angry at the awareness created by J. Assange, When ****** was collateral damage, to which they are fond; It’s strange, as truth is now treason, And a man needs a reason, To liberate information we deserved in the first place, Yet our apathy, indifference, and anger at ourselves, Commits us to a stage of denial within book-shelves, Inside which we fear ‘it,’ We fear ‘them,’ And ‘their’ **** Yet we hallow the ground in our mind in which we hide action; For we fear that we’ll be charged for our thinking’s infractions. Please reassure me that I’m free, And that I am my own faction.
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Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
Anonymously Untitled
Like the back of a cart during the bubonic plague, I’d have to say a dead mans story is long, But very vague, As we learn little from the lessons of history, We treat is as an obsolete and unsaid sort of mystery. The difference between black and white, A bird in seat or flight, A tense and dangerous human right, As if as much as we can see, Is the boundary of our site; If we treat each other as we would like to be treated; Why does a teacher tell us to remain seated? They don’t say sit back and relax in any context, Instead they emphasize not to use bad words or obscene text. Am I not allowed to tell you to sit down? Tell you I owe you nothing but a respectable frown? I owe you nothing but decency, Not a mind filled with verbs in which I hope others translate boundlessly. To say I sleep with a pillow, Is like saying I steep tea like I reap benefits from the luxuries, Of today’s modern cars and inventions. To assume I immorally influence a young child in growth, Is like assuming I don’t walk the sidewalk to remain safe, From the wind of wild traffic to my left and to my right, Or to say we don’t disobey ancient conventions, In which mankind is barred from flight. Between SpaceX and NASDAQ, And the jealous old man named NASA, “Good Wall Street” ain’t looked at, As the media keeps its mind where its eyes remain fixed; On the flaws and the findings, The wars and the signings, The fear of dead children whose pics we find blinding. The new Rules of Engagement, Angers militaristics in danger, Of bullets and shrapnel they volunteered to go face; They are angry at the awareness created by J. Assange, When ****** was collateral damage, to which they are fond; It’s strange, as truth is now treason, And a man needs a reason, To liberate information we deserved in the first place, Yet our apathy, indifference, and anger at ourselves, Commits us to a stage of denial within book-shelves, Inside which we fear ‘it,’ We fear ‘them,’ And ‘their’ **** Yet we hallow the ground in our mind in which we hide action; For we fear that we’ll be charged for our thinking’s infractions. Please reassure me that I’m free, And that I am my own faction.
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Last July was the hottest month, ever. That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather. The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed; I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather, Or whether we’ll all perish together. Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets. That is, The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle. The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat; Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle, For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled. My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads. An impending sense of dread, As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods, And reach for the lever. A sordid reality in which to save the planet, One must fight one’s own government; A reality in which we may have done permanent damage, A reality in which valour gets no monuments, But only condemnation and incarceration.   Remember these names: Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US. Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him. Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison. Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999. Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year. Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right. Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years. Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old. Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking. Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines. Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons. This list is basically endless. It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page, Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage. Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness. Oppression and a lack of caution, Leading us to this dumb mess. This can no longer be the norm. We can no longer conform, Nor can we compromise or haggle; We must reverse our own demise, For this is our generation’s battle.
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Climate Grief
Last July was the hottest month, ever. That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather. The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed; I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather, Or whether we’ll all perish together. Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets. That is, The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle. The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat; Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle, For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled. My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads. An impending sense of dread, As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods, And reach for the lever. A sordid reality in which to save the planet, One must fight one’s own government; A reality in which we may have done permanent damage, A reality in which valour gets no monuments, But only condemnation and incarceration.   Remember these names: Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US. Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him. Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison. Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999. Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year. Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right. Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years. Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old. Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking. Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines. Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons. This list is basically endless. It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page, Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage. Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness. Oppression and a lack of caution, Leading us to this dumb mess. This can no longer be the norm. We can no longer conform, Nor can we compromise or haggle; We must reverse our own demise, For this is our generation’s battle.
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amid the inane expressions only pain ------- so sorry ---------- i cudda saved the weird i cudda saved the world!!!!! ---- well at least julian assange is in jail dont you feel safe now? --- yes under the massive inanity pain --- pain
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
fallen
Just because I think it would be a beautiful idea if Trump & Bannon could be strapped down in a Rocket aimed for the outer reaches of the infinite starry galaxies doesn't mean I wish them gone, & just because I'd love to see Julian Assange work the mines in the deepest bowels of the high Ecuadorian mountains doesn't mean I wish him ill, & just because I'd be so satisfied by Mitch McConnell pimped out on a Detroit street in mid-winter while his man keeps an eye-out from a warm & very smooth cadillac nearby doesn't mean I wish him a tough evening, & just because I'd be real chuffed to see Paul Ryan in all his 'What Me Worry' shallow smile earnest do-gooder front be flown to Calcutta as shock-therapy & made to clean the wounds of leprous beggars, doesn't mean I'm sensing justice, & just because I really am down with that oh so sincerely evil David Duke being forced to perform street cleaning duties in darkest Baltimore doesn't men I'm feeling righteous, & just because I'm very, very o.k. with the idea & then the actual practice of some sort of natural justice doesn't mean I'm being unrealistic, a dreamer, or need to relax awhile. These are my dreams folks.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
Just because ...
He's all smirking with his secrets that he knows & we don't but he's going to bless us with their presence as if the **** he's all Wikileaking wasn't already guessed at & yes, thanks Assange for helping elect Trump you Libetarian-crypto-fascist you, with your all-knowing Liberal airs that have just helped make the world worse in actual objective fact, well the CIA watch us all! heck thats news to me, not as if I didn't know that as a 14 year old in England 46 years ago. & so when you sit in your comfy chair in your Embassy exile please remember that I cannot for the life of me fathom how helping elect Trump is in any way a good thing, to hell with you Julian Assange, you pompous self-important rat.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
Julian Assange ****** me off.
The nightingales still sing over Orpheus' grave Bending stone with sound Sculpting cloud and chemtrail in the likeness of Assange A mirror universe these threads vibrate connecting other worlds Ouroborus the snake swallowing its tail
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
Through Cloud and Chemtrail
. If Priti Patel was a man she would not have given the go ahead to extradite Assange, it is toxic feminism.
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Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 4:54 AM UTC
UK
The Mueller-led investigation Continues. Everyone wants to know If the findings will prove what many People suspected a year ago. So much suspicious activity! So many meetings occurred! How many shady dealings With how many people were secured? We hear that Cambridge Analytica-- The data firm for Trump's campaign-- Reached out to Julian Assange (Tool of the Kremlin) to obtain Documents stolen by A foreign government to attack Our voting process. And now look: We're stuck with a megalomaniac! It sounds very much like collusion According to every indicator. What about obstruction of justice? Oh, well, that came later. Meanwhile Trump continues to make False or misleading statements each day In efforts to bolster his base of support, Confuse the issues, and lead us astray. "I'm a very intelligent person," He likes to tell us again and again. (Won't they have fun with that-- The commentators on CNN?) What is happening defies belief. The craziness was unforeseen. Who ever knew the magnitude Of Trump's propaganda machine? -by Bob B (10-27-17)
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
If Not Collusion, Then What?
With human heart, with wisdom's head The soul from which resistance bled Attends to heroic, noble deed Hath planted revolution’s seed Sees the hour of earth’s need Fights so the oppressed be freed But tyrant moves to interdict And cull the bird in majestic flight Still his wings burn brilliant, bright A beacon in darkling, demon night The factory of lies ever churns Its propaganda, but people learn For truth, veracity ever yearn Yield enlightenment free thought earn The flame of truth torch tyrants’ yarns Dull its illusion, pale and wan Orwell with his magic on Hails new dawn of freedom’s sun See him riot, see him run Outwit empire, fast as a gun Time whirls on, as his censors rise Bar and barricade truth’s skies For him my heart is heavy sighs For him good grieves, generosity cries Because the state, it ever tries To war with Peace forever with lies But his lion heart uprise ‘Gainst cruel and petty hell, sings high For Heaven for he has wanted more Than sooty, oppressive, obsidian war His efforts destined to legend, lore War is pain truth is the cure The people sing, uprise, uproar Out the passion for freedom pour Murder’s truth on telescreens A truth to silence tyrants’ preens As he, eerily serene Espouse rancid myths on which mass weans Truth of ****** **** the sheen Of a “Just War,” an unjust regime The cogs of empire turn, resist The truth which blows with superior fist An effort by the good gods kissed Peaceniks kiss as empire hiss Diktat quell not a dream and wish Of more than march of oil and cash To bloat the man, his ****** sash No more by lies, beguiled, defiled Freedom is waking to go wild
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Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
50 lines to Julian Assange
With human heart, with wisdom's head The soul from which resistance bled Attends to heroic, noble deed Hath planted revolution’s seed Sees the hour of earth’s need Fights so the oppressed be freed But tyrant moves to interdict And cull the bird in majestic flight Still his wings burn brilliant, bright A beacon in darkling, demon night The factory of lies ever churns Its propaganda, but people learn For truth, veracity ever yearn Yield enlightenment free thought earn The flame of truth torch tyrants’ yarns Dull its illusion, pale and wan Orwell with his magic on Hails new dawn of freedom’s sun See him riot, see him run Outwit empire, fast as a gun Time whirls on, as his censors rise Bar and barricade truth’s skies For him my heart is heavy sighs For him good grieves, generosity cries Because the state, it ever tries To war with Peace forever with lies But his lion heart uprise ‘Gainst cruel and petty hell, sings high For Heaven for he has wanted more Than sooty, oppressive, obsidian war His efforts destined to legend, lore War is pain truth is the cure The people sing, uprise, uproar Out the passion for freedom pour Murder’s truth on telescreens A truth to silence tyrants’ preens As he, eerily serene Espouse rancid myths on which mass weans Truth of ****** **** the sheen Of a “Just War,” an unjust regime The cogs of empire turn, resist The truth which blows with superior fist An effort by the good gods kissed Peaceniks kiss as empire hiss Diktat quell not a dream and wish Of more than march of oil and cash To bloat the man, his ****** sash No more by lies, beguiled, defiled Freedom is waking to go wild
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