"autocracy" poems
No country’s history makes us proud.
It is mere exploitation and colonization.
the poor were suppressed and oppressed.
The rich reveled in utmost luxury
And the weak lived in extreme penury.
The kings were fond of eulogy
And the poets excelled themselves in their elegy.
In the countries like India, the money was looted
the temples were plundered, and the system was blundered
And her progress was greatly hindered
Slowly the kings and kingdoms vanished
the so called democracies and socialism flourished
the bureaucracy and plutocracy replaced autocracy
Corruption and criminality maintained their status quo
After Independence, a new class emerged in India.
They became the rulers in the name of democracy.
There have been un-imaginable scandals
Money reached the Swiss bank like pearls in the ocean
India is a poor country but the Indians are rich
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
IF MEN WERE GOD
Man are dexterous in cunning ways,
Aiming in jeopardizing just like the serpent
Full with autocracy
And fear not he God.
Man the trickish being ever created.
If men were to be God
The fish would stink, creatures will seek
And many will cease.
If men were to be God
the moon will turn day and the day will turn night
Injustice will become right.
And crises will become plight.
If men were to be God.
The iota of truth dismissed
And the heart of men will be so deep.
For our breath will be sold for
If men were to be God,
Door will be locked for the bold ones
For stagnancy will go on
Were truth struggles and lies goes on.
If men were to be God.
justice will be seek for
injustice will be of favour,
And The poor will labour from.
If men were to be God
War will be regarded as play
rain will be regarded as cain
And the stars shall be denied of the sky.
If men were to be God
Goodness will be be paid with wickedness
Earth will be desolate,tyranny will be seen as the best form of government.
Where a man decide the hope of all without confirmemt.
INKED BY
AKINOLA JOSEPH &OBAWE STEPHEN.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Saturated meat
floating in a sea of melancholy
spite and olive oil.
Arrogance
the elegance of autocracy
'Take the plate away'.
Discrete pleas
beneath a blasphemous sky
defeated by the heat.
Happiness postponed
by procrastination
and moments of hostility.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
Justice loves injustice
Doctor loves disease
Foreman loves damages
Livelihood for the sages.
I cry for justice bold ,sold
In deaf ear for years old.
Justice or my lawyer ,unjust
Put off hearing , file in dust.
Democracy or Bureaucracy
Suffocate in ugly Autocracy.
Political labour; unions cruel
Compel the subjects crawl.
Equality , freedom, justice
Sweet for poster slogans
Pay and use roads lead us
Pitiably to the island Mess
Of Fuss , hiss; kiss of miss
As frogs spring over Bliss.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
If you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
Write no epitaphs, dig no graves, taste no grief.
The new czar, a rough and worldly killer firmly fixed
this very day stirs the cauldron of war to reset empire
Still, foxly friends of tyranny, who stab at weak democracy
praise the czar's autocracy, and mock free speech with treachery.
As modern judases, riding limitless swells of fortune, tease simple mobs
our old republic stagers and fades, mortally wounded by hypocrisy.
Perhaps, someday, freedom’s autopsy will show what transpired,
but if you prophecy the end of kings you are wrong.
Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC
Bright lights shine with thoughts forced to conceive
Manipulation of the mind hangs from a titanium thread
For it is what is seen that delivers into the mind
And struggles our thoughts into fictitious wastelands
Politicians smiling with promises promised to keep
Wearing full-body suits made of wealthy propaganda
Lies and perjury residing under the carefully groomed jacket
Wet blades dripping with blood tucked away into the inside pocket
The illusion of the appearance shall enmesh the mind
And continue on to beguile the vapid thoughts
The hearty see leadership while the blind smell autocracy
As the sense of smell is not yet controlled by propaganda
But soon it shall.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Metaphorical stringency
Idiotic transgression
Coat this democratic autocracy
Flailing capitalism slowly drowns
Splashing freedom in the face;
Obeying party goers
Stand as if a wall,
Indeed they are
A rich, extravagant barricade
Of outcasts
As pariahs under cloak
Stab the new age constitution;
Egocentric totalitarianism will sway
At the sight of a metaphysical blade
And the ghastly crown
Will topple to the bottom
The country has shed her lizard skin
Regurgitating for her new flock
Feeding a new set
Of avaricious minds
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
Tis' what we read on the papers
Tis' what we see on the television
Their vision and perceptions
Their stereotypes and plans
What is the truth?
Tell me, show me, down in the valley
Tell me, show me the reflection of the river
Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch
Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists
Who are they?
Those who claim to be the heroes
Those that aim to pain the human race
Those whose politics is like poly-tricks
Those who control the media and sell reality
In the galaxy whisper.......
Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless
Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world
*Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again*
Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse
A reflection in the mirror glare
It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips
It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes
Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate
It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches
Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley
Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden
they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh
Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon
they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers
Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky
they will eradicate you from the facade institution
Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley
they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption
Attack their gravity of lies ??
My beautiful people, I am sick of the system
My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature
My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues
My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty
My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we
My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys
My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air
My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
Allowing a wall
Before their rational
Thinking stand,
Inured to their heinous deed
Of every brand,
From head to toe
Involved in corruption grand,
Also while fellow citizens
Gasp for air,
Not giving an ounce of care,
Barefacedly they dare
Unjust war to declare!
"Valorous,wiping you out
We shall make the land bare!"
"Chained, cruel and corrupt
Honest - thieves and cut-throats
Us,to court you took
To punish us by the book
Such a move by hook or crook
We shall abort
Haven't it dawned on you the import?
--the select few
From the palace to port
As autocracy is our wont,
And zone of comfort
If stripped of this right
For us it will not be all right!
Though finger countered,
We hail from an ethnic group,
Marked brave
And which we could mobilize,
As our selfishness and brutality
It seems oblivious to realize.
Though during our hay days
Its plight we failed to mollify
Massaging its ego
The call for unjust war
We shall amplify
Unrepentant ,
We should
Wage a fight.
Though some of us
Are on the run,
As blood is thicker than water,
With the credulous
That fight for us
Emerge victorious we can.
To reinstate
Rule of the gun
On which
The international
Community
Has put a ban.
But
"To flee pang-of-conscience
How fast be the pace?
No need it is no where in place"
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
My world is a radiant caramel dewdrop,
amidst the blissful blades of chocolate grass
that flourish like an expert sabre,
waiting to sever me from bleak reality
and the coldest of darknesses.
My world is the battlefield of imagining,
waged between the disembodied armies
of beautiful youth and frantic existence.
My world is an upside-down fairy tale,
where the princesses are sovereign and joyous,
but soon locked away by charming princes.
Where the absent shoe is found at a ball
and is never worn again.
My world is a creation of innocence,
with generous fountains of exuberance,
and a statues built after words unsaid.
My world is the autocracy of rapture.
I am king, hear me roar.
The invisibles and the less-importants
are tacitly knocking against the door
of my nougat castle, intruders!
Arm the guards! Foot the gates!
Let it be known that my world
shall not fall to mere accusations
of "autistic" and "challenged"!
I am king! Hear me roar!
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
Disgusted now that America is busted
For voting in sewer rats and gone to bat
For making this into an autocracy,
Working to gut democracy and replace it,
Deface and deforest all of the best
Then sell off the rest of the planet
From the water to the granite
Leaving only inedible gold
Shoved into the the wallets
Of the national pickpockets
And liars while they set fires
And burn down the country
With their hatred and bigotry
Unchecked by the lazy populace
Too stupid to know what danger is
While it is marching into their homes
Making every state a danger zone.
The traitors who own the industries
Hold a gun to journalist monopolies
So that artificial realities are sold
As socialized necessities
To people who prefer tabloids
To history books and crave bromides
For this time it is the Christians
That fiddle while Rome turns to ruins
And ashes surrounded by those who fought
While a complacent half of America did not.
I am sickened at the laziness,
The political father of craziness
Has let this horror happen to this,
The country of which I was always proud,
And sick of how loud the rats are
That they have taken destruction so far
That we may never recover again
And start to elect countrymen
Instead of men to own the country
Without a scintilla of modesty
And treat fine people shoddily
Merely because they can.
Who needs that kind of man?
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Every morning the first thing
is do the subtraction
washing the body
from head to toe
drain all the crud
excretion
combing to get rid of some fallen hair
then do the addition
shove one capsule after another
down the stomach
when it's getting chilly
and there's no color green in front of you
take some vitamin C
to allow some green herbage
grow in your system
when it's dawn
and the sun keeps bouncing up and down
take some Prozac to reduce
the bumpiness of the road
when i was little
i was like a pill
trying to get into the tummy
the tummy was big and strong
and i was thrown all over the place
now the pill found that i was its rival
and had to tame my raging waves
i began to obey
the pill releases tenderness
and soothes me with a sanguine
emoji
it conducts the music
of the forest glade
inviting the swans
with its verdant melody
and my fingers no longer want
to reach the sky
my eyes choose the tranquility
of a placid lake
i even started liking the sound
of putrefaction that is not of impulse
but of delight in transiency
now i submit to this tiny ruler
mysterious yet earnest
that resides in the horizon
i like the freedom
i don't object to its amiability
nor its autocracy.
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 7:51 AM UTC
I had hoped for spring
Impatient
For its promise
It's warmth and light
An insurrection of color
To finally topple grey
Such color
That my eyes are transfixed
Quince
My mind knows the name
But cannot contain
So much color
It burns
But the sky opens
Winters wrath
Cold and grey
Merciless
reminds me
Of the frailty of things
And rescinds hope
You had hoped for spring
A new awakening
A promise
Fraternity over fear
Independence instead of
Autocracy
We were transfixed
Arab spring
Our mind knows the name
Yet does not grasp its meaning
We watch warily
As the sparks
And the ambers catch
But the winds change
And you are but
A faraway fire
In a faraway place
So much apathy
Reminds you of the frailty of conscience
And rescinds hope
I wanted to write of spring
Of quince
Such color
That it hurts
The eyes
But the skies opened
And the rain burned
And through the tears
My eyes are transfixed
Such evil
I can no longer see spring
But see children
Side by side
Who will never
Be self determined
Or feel warmth
Or know spring
Again
And this is the frailty of
Humanity
And we must not rescind
Help
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
We are slaves
to the techno-autocracy.
A faith of subscribing,
of retweeting,
of liking things
we never loved.
We chant into the feed
and call it presence.
We echo to the void
and call it voice.
The liturgy is noise.
The sacrament is scroll.
We kneel before timelines
like altar rails
and take communion in pixels.
We have traded prophets for influencers.
Revelation for reposts.
Scripture for screen time.
The holy ghost got a firmware update,
but still can’t answer support tickets.
We stare at our gods,
glowing in our palms,
and ask to be known—
but only if it fits in the caption.
There is no silence.
Only the dull roar of monetized despair.
The din that keeps us deaf.
The bombast of uninformed certainty.
The drivel that drips down our chin
while we think we’re being fed.
We are full of nothing,
and still we chew.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
If you are love then I am sorrow
Understanding your asinine behavior, fool
Can I ask why I still see?
Why are my feelings for myself as bad as you? Too cruel.....
My love can't sing a single note
But I sing an opera each time you show
I can still hope can I not?
My love for you, why is it it so?
You killed my heart with a knife of autocracy
With your feelings dark as coal
Sing alone to me my love
My life to you, is broken, I am Null
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 5:15 PM UTC
It's my skin,
It's my body,
It's my right to autonomy,
One voice killed democracy,
Now we function an autocracy.
Voices in crescendo can't drown out hypocrisy,
Masters of misinformation our media of aristocracy,
My Brain is my own & not owned by mediocracy,
If it's about me don't leave it to bureaucracy.
I don't trust the pigs in power,
Fat cats & waxing rats complacent on the 11th hour,
I don't care for your platitudes your words betray your attitudes,
Flowers sent when a life is spent frozen on the streets.
Capitalism found a way to charge the homeless,
People blink but don't think & act so boneless,
A country which allows itself to starve is shameless,
But politician point fingers and have the nerve to act blameless.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
They talk uncomfortably
about the way things should be
and small-town gossip
and big-world dreams,
after the insanity is ended
and hot-heads still steam,
Cold dinner on a plate
push it with the fork,
still tastes like hate
It’s hard to swallow
when collie-flower tastes
like sorrow;
Push in your chair
and walk up the stair
Your friend walks past and you
smile although
he knows
that the tears are impending
but he’s pretending not to see
the fragile autocracy
of an independent heart
broken to pieces,
fallen apart.
The facade of a grin
and the Everything’s fine
while you’re screaming within
and losing you Mind-
What a curious condition
that only Man can find;
withholding emotion
to shut out assistance
intriguing resistance
to a fight that is not there!
but up you go
to the top of the stair
and tell your family
that you don’t care,
nothing’s the matter
while inside you steadily
become sadder,
and you feel
sick to the core
just thinking about it,
close the bathroom door
(gently as to not make a fuss)
and you make sure it’s secure
before
you start to cry
the weight of the world
took a rest on your chest
and as you cry
you come to realize
you only cry in the bathroom
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
Awe inspired
While the whole world was
Expecting a
Brilliant lady
In the white-house,
Drawing a blank
It witnessed a
Clown in a Farce
House,where
With the rob of Democracy
Takes stage Autocracy!
If spoken must
Be the truth
The revolting unfolding
Augurs ill to the youth--
The successors,
The task forces of
A given nation,
Who deserves
More attention
To take the nation
To a new height
Where it will prove
A beacon light!
Vampires to
Their hearts' delight
Hold and chew
More than they can bite
Blind to others' plight!
So we must slam on the face
A ****** speech is out of place!
"As the saying goes 'Back to square one--
subjugation, segregation
,gender and colour discrimination...
devilation--
We shall again be
A predator &brutal; nation"
"Business has become red hot
By fair means or foul
Let us get rid of
The non-Anglo Saxons
Rivals from the melting ***
Putting in the dark
From where we ourselves got
The ***
The bottom line is,
Brushing aside
Democracy's mockery
If preference treatment
Is necessary
Setting aside (college vote)
It is successors'
Voice that must get
More weight
In making a nation great.
It is also little
The attention of the fickle(with3 wives)
For the fair ***
This we have to battle.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
The question respirates
the acrylic aperture
behind the eardrum.
A responsive tongue to the palate
taps out the consonant.
But before the note descends
with musts in the glass-
The cathartic statue
refracts the
synapses stretching
continuums
to grant a
minuscule autocracy.
Already charting north,
fingers fluently gather
ego between the
sundered reverb of the vowel.
Already twisting key,
pressing restive feet
to acquiescent gasoline.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Whats wrong with my instincts?
Who brought me this far?
Am I with my age group?
How can I be for the people?
When autocracy is the new dictatorship
Business deals on open revelations
What i hate is wrong debate
The timing make for basic essentials
Naming Hieroglyphics to decipher the hexes
Cast from being jinxed to light
Blessed from a vision of no regret
Its a better day for truth
One step makes freedom sweet
An embargo faces final defeat
Years of training led to monotonous trends
Richness and Satisfaction
Made one not to be regretful
Not alone but full of ecstasy
No telling to whom its delightful
Face the crowd or be yourself
Who loves you loves you better
Who hates you hates you worse
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC
Take your sword, let’s fight for democracy,
Blame the terrorists, say no to autocracy,
I wish there was no room for hypocrisy,
Hey… Wait… This is American philosophy.
We are monitored, we are safe,
Terrorists are captured, or deal is made?
We see a new target to detonate,
There was a kid, ups… just mistake.
Mr. Trump is listening to your I-phone,
You can reach him by saying: “hey clown”,
This is not the purpose, you were born,
İgnorance of what you are fighting for.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
A coronation, watched by our entire great nation,
Some with trepidation, others boisterous jubilation.
Trump feted, his fawning family silhouetted,
Basking in his light, his confidence and might.
This Grand Old Party, it's followers vociferous and hearty,
Anointing their chosen man, to rule their ever-growing clan;
No harm to love a cause, giving thought and sometimes pause,
To what this passion brings, the words the siren sings.
Whereas strong leadership is good, it can be tainted just like food,
For democracy renounced, cannot then easily be found.
Let’s be careful what we wish, lest it be a poisoned dish,
Our founders crafted choice, beyond just
one resounding voice;
Autocracy is not a word, that in our Lexicon is heard,
We must vigilance ensure, for our country's story to endure.
Unity the dream, but like salmon in a raging stream,
Needs fortitude and grit, knowing when to fight and for the greater good, submit.
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
you'd be PUT INto confinement
in a lunatic asylum
for posting a pic. some view as being spiteful
[for some info, check the notes]
doing what Navalny
does, you'd pick up a fine in
the sum of a few tens of mills of rubles &, aside from
that, your bank account would wind up frozen
[not to mention later things happened to him]
that's that nutless power-overdosed fiend
being put out sim. to a bone when
you fell down during drunk strolling
better to block up your front door with
something, 'cause for some content getting posted
you'd get it chainsawed by ******* special forces
in the dead of night; after the unwanted guests have stormed in
you'd get toppled to the floor, then
you'd be submitted to beating
the whole picture's having your little kids screaming
then some of your stuff becomes forfeit
later, it turns out you're not the right person
they've left with your property stolen
that's the rotten syst. working
autocracy's growing
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
*What is relevant?
Am I?
The guardian of my world and its core?
Defender of my lies and my saline?
Protector of my secrets and my dreams?
Or does my immobile body lie still?
Still as a fallen tree, years after erosion
What is comfortable?
Am I?
With the innocence that I victimize?
With the harvests that I destroy?
With the choices that murmur their doubts?
Or do my bones creak with malaise?
Locked into place like a villain at the end
What is everlasting?
Am I?
With a court of misconceived notions?
My mortality held in question?
The bevy of epithets dispersed in my honor?
Or does the realm erode with every misdeed?
Cracking from the strain of my imprudence
What is fallacious?
Am I?
The sayer of nays from a golden throne?
Baseless breaker of laws and hearts alike?
Miscreant traitor of my own kin?
Or is this truth aching for the surface?
Like a seedling stretching out for the sun*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Where to now, uncharted waters,
Two men vying, two men scheming,
Biden gloating, Trump now reeling,
Storm clouds gathering, eyes aloft.
So much anger, consternation,
A million words spewed every day,
Talking heads intent to sway,
Incessant noise drowning our senses.
Gone all reason, truth abated,
Daggers drawn, no time to ponder,
Where is grace, we're left to wonder,
Faint the beacon that shone so bright,
No aim but personal agendas,
Winning the game, no regard to cost,
So much broken, so much lost,
Legacies destroyed, a worthy prize?
Is there hope, slithers of light,
Where discourse and civility prevail,
Or just a forlorn dream, to no avail,
With troughs too deep, waves too rough.
Yet storms pass, the sun burns through,
Foreboding clouds soon dissipate,
Destructive winds gradually abate,
The dawn of hope a promise fresh.
America was born of freedom,
A welcome port, a haven sure,
Ideals the core, intentions pure,
Democracy the linchpin, autocracy despised.
So with heavy heart we bear,
This foisted moment of division,
Holding steadfast for our vision
Of one country united in a dream.
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC