"democracies" poems
talkshows and the yellow press
get excited in excess
over his shenanigans
that delight his faithful fans
rumors of these *** affairs
strong words for all macho players
in the game of social thrones
texts with threatening undertones
for minorities and women
treating immigrants like demons
neither fans nor his opponents
seem to notice the components
of the white house strategy
throw them bones
fodder for the yellow press
and while they fight
clandestinely out of sight
works the Trumpian policy
money laundering blatant lies
scolding allies breaking ties
adoring foes praising those
usurpers of democracies
experts in atrocities
slowly yet persistently
undermine civility
with foul language
fill all courts with servile judges
court the aristocracies
of oil sheikdoms in the East
praising communist dictators
who have helped him build his towers
step by step he‘s leading US
from the groups of international powers
to an isolation desert
at the margins of the world
slogans we have rarely heard
over decades
now re-nourished
twittered with presidential flourish
make America small again
warning voices call in vain
no wonder the statue of liberty
is hiding her face in misery (*)
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Kurds live
In parts of Syria, Iraq, and Iran
As well as Kurdistan
Kurdish groups such as the KCK and PJAK
Seek democratic autonomy for Kurds
And democracies in Turkey, Iran and Syria
Aposim is a grassroots socialist movement
That promotes gender equality
Apo is the political founder of the PKK and PJAK
The female fighters of PJAK
Don't have families
Because this will weaken their commitment
To the organization
Thomas Morton
Host of this Vice documentary
Stays in a farmhouse
He headed up to meet the fighters
The PJAK division he met with
Fights for women's rights
Around the Iranian border
They tell Thomas
Women are being killed in Iran
It is a mental persecution of women
The PJAK representative says
It is about the right to democracy
Freedom, Equality, and education
The woman explains that
The Iranians use Sharia and Islam
For their own purposes
It is not true Islam according
To the PJAK representative
In true Islam there is equality and equity
Thomas
That really was priceless
Watching you line dance with them
Really funny
I think the women of PJAK
Got a kick out of it too
God bless the women of PJAK
Such beautiful smiles
Full of life
Standing up for women's rights
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
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
The streets are clear, we're hydrophobic
Hoods propped by hats and socks pulled high;
The rain brings peace to the agoraphobic
Puddles form moats and clouds fill the sky.
Splash, droplets hit the window,
chauffeured by the gale outside.
Squint your eyes and flash back
boats tilt starboard, with the tide.
The captain shouts to the decks, paranoid
'Clear the decks and brace for impact'
Without turbulence we are disenfranchised
Boredom becomes us when we're boring.
Shake it off and stare at the dot to dot
the residual carving of water as it slides
Another droplet falls beside it, parallel
it aligns, growling thunder overhead.
Without stirring we are robotic workforces
Without awaking we are left inside
The constructs created for us, by corporate-
conglomerate elitist-psychopaths.
Two drops of water on the window
simmer red with burning anger.
Crash lightening sears the sky
Rage becomes you, girders melt.
The starry night undercurrent, flings
us backwards, never up, as democracies
which seek to serve sink into a sea of
stocks and shares, the wall street journal
sits atop the captains lobby, economies
were meant to tumble as the working classes
fumble for bread, men in suits gaggle
and toast to the millions they left for dead.
Resistance is futile, when eighty-five
of the richest suit owners sit on currency
that was meant for the three point five
billion who aren’t driven by gluttony.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
two Americans and three Indians
Came to my house.yesterday.
Four of them were men
And one of them a woman
They were all shedding blood
I asked the Americans , “ What
Happened to you?” Our fellow
White Americans fired at us”
Why? “I asked most innocently”
They said, ‘we fought indiscrimination
Against the blacks and for their equality”
I asked the Indians, Why are all bleeding?
“The religious fanatics belonging to our
Religion fired at us’ .The two Indian men said.
A Sikh fanatic shot at me indiscriminately”
He was my own body Guard too.”
The Indian woman said painfully.
Coincidentally all the five came
From the two great democracies
Democracy means” killing the
Great leaders and shedding their blood.”
I woke up from the dream
But I had the great opportunity
Of talking to five noble souls
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
Post-truth.
Post-satire.
Monsters celebrated as saviours.
Wide-open, screaming ******
committed during every ad break.
A dynamic new plan to power the national grid
using snake oil.
Hosts of remote-controlled, cybernetic angels
raining down weapons-grade holy fire.
Eternal peace declared
between Eurasia and Eastasia.
The trenches full up with
poetic corpses.
*** doll mouths breaking
bad news to the bereaved.
The orgiastic scarification
of our own democracies.
Blood sacrifices to the Black Friday Gods.
The enactment of nursery rhyme into law.
The Disneyfication of the human heart.
Love only as legislated.
Hate as currency and
everyone a broker.
Strange, reptile creatures
ballroom dancing through
the sludge-filled annals of imminent history.
Endless war
between Eastasia and Eurasia.
A thousand candles
lit in memory
to all the moths that
burnt to death.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Above the beaches of Normandy
In ordered rows they lie.
They came to fight for freedom,
And for that many had to die.
They also lie in rows in Libya,
In Italy and Greece
The soldiers of democracy
Who died fighting for the release
Of millions locked in a tyranny
Oppressed by an evil mind
They died so that enlightenment
Could guide the future of mankind.
And in the East many more
Monuments stand in memory
Of the many millions of bravehearts
Who died in the fight to be,
Rid of the monstrous evil gang
And their racist and murderous ideaology,
Which planned genocide for these people
In order to steal their whole country.
And here we are almost seventy years
Since the end of that terrible war
Looking at election results which ask
What was all that dying for?
People in free democracies purchased
With those millions of victims blood
Have voted for the same ideaology
That will trample in the mud
All the freedoms for which they fought
And for which they gave their lives
It is as if history has never been taught
And that sheer ignorance above all else,thrives.
Tom Higgins 27/05/2014
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
May we speak for those forgotten far to soon
You play deaf to requests of human soul
Reptilian lies encasing the heart of stone
Oh Captain, No Captain. On this ship on the edge of the dumb new world
Idiots raised upon the pew, Hailed as Knights of the people
All they’ve brought is numbered days and promises far too few
Too Little, Too late
Deadly victims to the Maybot’s fate
Pillaging idealised dreams of united pride
All the people can do is run and hide
Democracies throat ripped out by the vile disease
British sorry, Not sorry state
Broken system, Shattered across the isle
Devoid of soul, To death do us part
Its Brexit that will drive the steak through
The Iron witches,
Cold.
Dead.
Heart.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
“A demagogue, in the strict signification of the word, is a 'leader of the rabble'.” — James Fenimore Cooper, "On Demagogues"
a political leader who seeks support
by appealing to popular desires &
prejudices rather than by using rational argument;
A demagogue or rabble-rouser is a leader
in a democracy who gains popularity
by exploiting prejudice & ignorance
among the common people, whipping up the passions
of the crowd & shutting down reasoned deliberations;
rabble-rouser, agitator, political agitator,
soapbox orator, firebrand, fomenter, provocateur
"he was drawn into a circle of campus demagogues"
Only in ancient Greece and Rome
was it a leader or orator who espoused
the cause of the common people;
demagogues overturn established customs of political conduct,
or promise or threaten to do so;
demagogues have appeared in democracies
since ancient Athens. They exploit a fundamental
weakness in democracy: because ultimate power
is held by the people, it is possible for the people
to give that power to someone who appeals
to the lowest common denominator
of a large segment of the population;
demagogues usually advocate immediate,
forceful action to address a national crisis
while accusing moderate & thoughtful opponents
of weakness or disloyalty
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother—! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By ****** knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.
1.5k
On the banks
of the
Delaware
where
memories
of Valley
Forge's
dire winter
encampments
still linger
where sons
and daughters
of liberty
shook off
a mid-winter
rigor mortis
risking the
slow death
of complacency
to seize
the prized
celestial
article of
freedom
America's
Labor
Movement
amassed
in the
streets of
Trenton
a vigilant
battalion of
General
Washington's
invading
brigands
speaking
in tongues
of radical
insistence
armed with
the might
of truth
demanding
respect and
equitable
treatment
from the
lordships
of state
doing the
bidding of
527 llc's
Unionists
stand
firmly
on the
shoulders,
walking
in the
tracks
rowing
the boats
of militant
forebears
pledging to
fight on
in a battle
that never ends
to
liberate
the
******
river
of justice
hijacked
by the
privilege
of plenty
diverted
into
culverts
of greed
a
gluttonous
few
siphoning
off
the spoils
of liberty
engorging
themselves
leaving
workers
wanting
democracies
require
the cup
of liberty
to be
shared by
all
The Spirit
of
General
Washington
has
mustered
new
legions
to turn
back the
entitlistas
the
pelting
rain of
lies, the
flinging
arrows of
ridicule
will not
deter
the workers
trooping
for
justice
the
fight
to roll
back
the ugly
tide of
greed
coursing
through
the veins
of America
despoiling
the blood
of our
democracy
is on
the
explosive
dynamite
of struggle
will blast
the dam
of inequity
to bits
unleashing
the river
of justice
to roll
again
Music Selection:
Pete Seeger:
Solidarity Forever
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Ah me, what can I do?
I see the fear and the pain,
The terror and the unfair gain,
The starving masses through a screen,
News reported blandly;
A woman ***** her strangled throat
Cannot voice her pain,
Black children shot, democracies rot;
We must enrol to vote.
Yes! Use our voices and
Pick the suited white man, who
Best represents our feelings;
We might as well be kneeling
As picking from that self-same lot
Of narrow minds and paunchy pots,
*Ah me! If I only knew
What I could do.*
For now I only have these tossing thoughts
So hard to sort, or to abort;
Truth and lies, life, demise,
So I only utter, as I watch the TV screen
A silent scream;
Ah me! One day, will I find my voice?
Voice my findings and my rage?
Have enough nous, be enough sage
To let that scream be heard,
And crack through the screen’s merde?
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
I peer out of a window frame located somewhere in my house
And to my surprise find little birdies finding breakfast in my yard.
A take to them instantly,
Watching them,
Because last night was especially hard for me
And this was the most calming thing I would ever see.
I stand there for about five minutes or more, enjoying every second.
And then I wonder; what if humans could be like birdies?
Think about it, the birdies have absolute freedom.
They aren't lead by herds or democracies, only flocks.
And those flocks come together and make peace
To get a common goal fulfilled.
They may fly off into the distance
The wind running through their feathery wings
And the best part is
Once they leave, they don't have to come back.
They fend for themselves
And do things how they like
Without being ridiculed by anyone else every moment.
They are naturally beautiful creatures
And have spunky tempers,
But are still stunning in both ways
Nonetheless.
As I peer out of the window in that room, I get upset.
Oh how I wish I was as brave and as wonderful as these creatures.
Because I have always wanted to find my own sanctuary in this world like them.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
"As you prepare to hop into New Year and celebrate its Newness, ponder and think of Aleppo-Syria, S.Sudan, Congo and many warring Nations. Pray that 2017 may be a year of peace and consolation."
ALEPPO!
For Humble Humanities of Aleppo-Syria, S. Sudan, Congo and all Warring Nations, Peace be upon you!
Aleppo, beautiful Aleppo
There only as a desolate sad memory!
Aleppo, a sadly stolen ivory
Aleppo, cry-tears without a drain-dry
Aleppo, last of light
She has fallen, fatally
Beautiful bride of Arabia
O sweet heart of Syria
A rubble of rust dust
She lays lost and desperate
Scraps-a mass of maimed mess
Aleppo, a tale of was
Aleppo, a lonely woman in deep grief
Aleppo, a loner lost in her wilderness of laments
Aleppo, Aleppo, fallen yet not mourned
Aleppo, suffering yet not aided
Aleppo, dilapidated yet of sweet taste
Aleppo, fallen, fallen to unrecyclable waste
Aleppo, pathetic crumbled rubbles of past pretty paste
Aleppo, women mourning
Aleppo, men groaning
Aleppo, children moaning
Aleppo, wasted, as world silent watches
Aleppo, true, war profits some, war is a profiting business!
War funds Big Uncle Sam and his Allies’ economies
For Aleppo falls in silences of his bullish bragging democracies
Like Libya, like Syria, like Afghanistan, like Iraq……
All falls to their allied mercenaries
Women suffers, men labours, children’s-offers of overs
Aleppo, a wreck of debris, a forgotten woman
Aleppo, a ***** and left woman
Aleppo, a defiled and done man
Aleppo, a molested and mutilated child
Aleppo, a shell of hanging skeletons
Aleppo, bones and fleshes long gone
Aleppo, fallen, fallen into an eternal sleep!
Aleppo, fare-thee-well: Aleppo, rest-in-eternal-peace!
© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Honestly,
How could
Honesty
Ever possibly be the best
Policy
When complications
In democracies
Simply prove we disregard
Philosophies.
To disregard all
Philosophies
Is just another form of our
Self-oppression.
****** tongues spill
Atrocities,
And we disguise it as some sort of
Self-expression.
Are we self-expressed
Or are we fraudulent?
I heard that honesty is
All we crave and yearn.
But that's not the case
Because the truth can hurt.
Just watch honesty hit its
Path and burn.
And with the cash we earn
And clean air we kiss,
You would think we all
Are kinda feeling blessed.
We have reckless flesh
And lack small regrets
Yet expect nothing less
Than restful deaths.
And with restful deaths,
We have veins of steel
That are only melted by
The coldest flames.
And like the bread of life,
We do not share a slice,
Even though the end ensures
We give back grains.
So I suppose we're selfish,
In a sense sometimes.
Say, simply
Sincerely
Sinister.
We're here on earth
As just visitors, all
Sealing life with
Cheap signatures.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
He paces his room
Like a man in a cell
Waiting for something
Perhaps a deep understanding
Of war and greed
Wondering what could have planted this seed?
Sit and watch other men bleed
Do nothing, it's not for greed!
Perhaps a deep understanding
Of politics and societies
Lies and mediocrities
Unfaithful wives and false democracies
Do nothing, it's for the creed!
Perhaps a deep understanding
Of love and hate
A reason why we practice the late
Day and night
Dark and light
Do nothing, it's not our need!
He paces his room
Like a man in a cell
Waiting for something
If only he could tell
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 2:49 AM UTC
*we're having a referendum in britain to leave the E.U.,
although we didn't join it economically in the full
sense of the words sterling & euro...
so we got our paddles out, and started doing
the blair poodle dance rowing to the east coast
of america, dover-to-calais distance from maine,
and while paddling past iceland bemused.*
i find it unbelievable
that singled out people
in western democracies
always consider themselves
speaking like a consensus
rather than as a veto,
as if they're always backed
up by an alignment of
many shared interests
provided by the vote
(the sly one anonymously
done in a ***** donors'
booth).
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Remember. remember,
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
But forget we will,
For worse days still,
Overshadow the whole ****** lot.
In these modern days,
Though we're miles away,
From those old times we almost forgot.
Still hangings and lashings,
Democracies crashing,
And freedom just left there to rot.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
When demos loses kratia
our Greek fathers shake,
their heads in disapproval
unbelieving two millennia,
myriads of wars and corpses
abused, burned, bombed,
imprisoned and enslaved,
did not suffice to effectively mutate,
a thought into a fact.
Establishing governments supposed
to ensure our rights,
cater for the enhancement
of the quality of our lives,
irrespective of gender, ethnicity,
religion, ****** inclinations,
but most of all identity,
personal fundamental beliefs.
The Universal right to think.
Impostors passing off
as modern democracies,
collectively self-labelled
the mighty Western World,
despite more than none are led
by recognised dictators we accept,
as they only harm their own
Nicaragua, Venezuela, Cuba
to mention just a few.
And though as humans
we can merely hope
for unity strive
to accomplish the utopia
respecting demos differences,
no one can condemn
members of society
exerting their right to speak,
express their thoughts and will.
If division is for some,
a plausible solution
it is not for who disagrees
to revoke democracia,
gaol ideas by incarcerating bodies
fundamentals of authoritarianism,
as Madrid calls for European
arrest warrants for perpetrators of ideas
of independence I recall
famous words from the past.
"Ideas are far more powerful than guns.
We would not let our enemies have guns,
why should we let them have ideas?"
Yours faithfully, Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
We all follow false idols
False beliefs and false democracies
We walk the street bouncing to someone else's beat! Fail to speak up when time calls for it.
Celebrities gain front page prestige yet we look away when children die in the Middle East.
The media giants and the political liars created our society and our priorities yet are we the ones to blame for allowing others to influence our philosophy.
Society was created in belief in a book, many different but all with the same hook!
Previous generations used these to guide people to be good citizens, creating laws that divided gods creatures..
Philosophy, self help books and religion. stop preaching from other people's scripts and start loving one another!
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Volatile is the greatest thing in Life, whether it’s cigarette smoke or a three-day Universe kiss! Beating heart muscles ran out of mood; every beat is stuck and slow because this rusnya World has drowned in cocoa! The stunted petals of flowers are caressed by selfish prostitution! Our dry emotions die in the silences of symphonies! The only antidote to gigolines curling women is the current cultural defiance! Prove human indispensability with unwavering faith! Present, in gorilla-brain bodies and in the hazelnut brain of bikini fairies, the taoed extent has increased!
The charm flirting with the gods would hardly affect anyone anymore! The "pig-headed lord" has become money again! "Whoever looks wolf-eyed at the monotonous fall must have been a little engaged to Death, and he has put an end to his own cowardice!" "As a man, he falls into the cavities of swirling ravines that he also has a responsibility!" It stretches like a delicate leech in the life-destroying annihilation! Their rotting, spread-legged, lustful-smart foreheads are all driving you towards the economical business! - Waving with suicidal laughter, none of them break towards new-normalcy!
Winking invites those who make a lot of mistakes to a coup! Clinging to the crumbling fence cages of finite democracies is the second ordinary citizen who dreams of America! A dazzled, deliberately deceived, imperial market: whoever has more relational influence can rightly override the diminutive things of life with arbitrary despot rights! "I should take care of the petals of stolen, sorted roses, not tear them off like wild beasts."
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:05 AM UTC
Who does Putin think he is
To move into Ukraine
In order to carry out his vicious
And murderous campaign?
His love of power has gone to his head;
His greed has hardened his heart.
He has proved that he knows how
To make corruption an art.
Decapitating the government
Of Ukraine: a Putin goal.
Then he can install pro-Russian leaders
And thus maintain control.
Dissenters in Russia who criticize
Putin's bellicose ways,
Can be arrested or worse, for Putin
Demands devotion and praise.
Freedom and democracies
Don't work, according to him.
But can the people vote him out?
Sadly, chances are slim.
He wants to show the world that he has
Control that's ironclad.
He thinks if his neighbors are democratic,
Then THAT makes him look bad.
Well, in truth it does, for he keeps
Russians under his thumb.
If you think things are bad right now,
Then watch what's yet to come.
-by Bob B (2-25-22)
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC