"dictatorships" poems
Look in the mirror
Look at the clock
Look at the time
It never has stopped
It only goes forward
It's a one way walk
See how you have been growing
You ask yourself, "where have the days been going?"
Time can only progress
Yes, the river of life is always flowing
We lived cabins
And castles and caves
We came from Adam and eve
We evolved from apes
From Socrates and Homer
To Napoleon and Alexander the Great
The minds that desired knowing
And the enlightened ones glowing
People can only advance
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Revolutions and rebellions
Riots and revolts
Great discoveries
A key, a kite and a lightning bolt
Great writings and inventions
Innovations from inspiring jolts
Improvement was showing
To the future the world was going
Humanity only began to develop
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Religions and sciences
Economics and politics
Television and radio
Monarchies and dictatorships
Tanks and machine guns
Atomic bombs and battle ships
We went from arrow shooting and spear throwing
The muskets needed reloading
To nuclear weapons
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Exploring new lands
To find the world wasn't flat
To find silver and gold
And buried artifacts
To establish new territories
And expand the map
The searching ship kept rowing
As civilization went on growing
Accomplishments of the past
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Boats and rail roads
Fair trade and industry
World wide markets
Over land and sea
To keep out nations going
And stablize the economy
But now every country has money that they're owing
And the land that they're owning
Is has evolved
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Social reforms
Counter cultures fight
They protest strongly
For equal civil rights
The world's in constant change
Every day turns into night
Every opening has its closing
And then it comes back again
As long as there's someone hoping
Yes the river of life is always flowing
We put people into space
We have fought for equality
Created a world from nothing
And advanced technology
We've struggle to go to where we are
And continue to go strongly
The opportunities fate has been bestowing
We look forward to see what is ahead
The memories and mysteries the hourglass is holding
Yes the river of life is always flowing
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Goodbye dictatorships, you're no good for anyone now, no more hitlers, no more chairman maos.
Goodbye dictatorships, no more killing, no more ruining lives, no more wars, no more fights.
Goodbye dictatorships, we don't want you anymore, you make people racist, you make people poor.
Goodbye dictatorships, you're time has passed, no more censorship, no more heads of states stealing all the cash.
Goodbye dictatorships, it is time for you to go, no more feeding propoganda, no more controlling what people know.
Goodbye dictatorships, and let freedom rule. Goodbye dictatorships, we don't want you. Goodbye dictatorships, let people break their chains, Goodbye dictatorships, and let anarchy reign!
Goodbye dictatorships, let people break their chains, Goodbye dictatorships, and let anarchy reign!
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 1:03 AM UTC
(Earnestly) I beg to move the motion
Standing on the Order Paper
In my name and those good names
Of my Right Honourable Friends.
Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House
Should debate this issue, should pass judgement.
That is democracy; that is our Right
That others elsewhere struggle for in vain.
Again I’ll say I do not disrespect
The wavering of those not yet convinced.
This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one:
To stand down our committed troops and turn back
Or to hold firm and so continue on.
I strongly believe that we must hold firm.
The question most people will ask is not
Why does it matter – no – but why so much?
Well, as we brave this new Millenium
And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat
With our majority already stretched,
A resignation from the cabinet,
With all the other parties also split,
With everywhere the closest of allies
In disagreement while on different sides
Those who usually would not agree
Agree on this. The people, this parliament
Echo the discord with an echo made
Less bitter as time passes, not less grave.
So why, then, does it matter quite so much?
Because the outcome of our firm resolve
Will find itself determining much more
Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate
More than the liberty of an whole race
Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name.
It will in fact decide the way in which
Britain, the world and we confront the threats
Our right to liberty requires met.
It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role,
EU relations, Transatlantic ties,
The manners of the US in the world.
It will prove the political pattern
For a generation, perhaps more, to come.
This is no longer the time to falter;
I will not be party to such a course.
This is now the time for this house to lead;
To show that we will fearlessly confront
Terror, tyranny and dictatorships
Which threaten to put all our lives at risk.
To show that at this moment of decision
We have the courage, we have the vision
To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
I don’t care about Religion! Or Antibiotics!
Terror! Embryos! Poetry! None of it!
I don’t care about the Chinese! The Americans!
Christians! Jews! Muslims! Any Nation or Nationality!
I don’t care about you! Or your feelings!
Any other human! Inclusive myself!
I don’t care about freedom or dictatorships.
I don’t care about war or peace.
I don’t care about the pollution. The ozone layer.
The Panda Bear or any other endangered species.
I don’t care about what you are thinking.
Or for that matter what you say.
I don’t care about stupidity or intelligence.
F… arseholes. Clever thinking.
I don’t care about ethics deals or moral principles.
Mass ****** Genocide. Wrong or rights.
I don’t care about the good life or the bad life.
Blind black homeless or shabby white trash.
Don’t care if you can read between the lines or not.
Don’t care if you care or not.
I just don’t care!
It's all so insignificant to the whole
******* Universe!
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
The Church is the undying antagonist to the soul,
What was once a pure practice, has now been sold,
It's an undying commodity
That sells definitive absolution,
An unresting subsidy
That force-feeds their pollution.
-
The throats of unsure masses,
Are at their max capacity,
The unknowing public,
Craves Leaders' depravity.
To find God, one must first find themself,
Or find themself subjected
To a liar's daunting Hell.
The contradictions in the library of religions,
Written on Earth by men, with their own conditions,
Have soiled the name of God's Word,
They chose the verses carefully to
Distribute amongst the heard.
-
For Christians such as I,
Where is Judas, where is Mary?
Their gospels from the Holy Book
Ripped out and now miscarried,
Why did a peaceful Pope and King
Sanctify a genocide?
How do they know that Heaven,
For this exception, will subside?
-
Does God not weep at the loss,
Of any children slain upon his Earth?
So then why must we put Hindus, Jews,
Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists through eternal rebirth?
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Each faction that lies herein
Has flaws amongst themselves,
The contradictory messages,
Lie entwined and fervently spelled.
-
Why does each religion preach
To love among another,
Yet wars are caused on their basis,
Of freedom from each other?
Look into your heart of hearts,
And "excuse" this ungodly behavior,
Save yourself your ******* pity
And start your own God to savor.
Find within yourself what is right,
Not to them, but to your own mind,
God will see your heart open,
With righteousness and kind.
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We take the written, and copied oral stories,
Scribed years after the event
By man to mean they are of God's own lips
And to man we do repent.
That is blasphemy in itself
And we lie to one another,
About what we "know" to believe,
And chastise our own brothers.
-
This is why fewer Believe,
It is our elders' longing fault,
That they cannot explain questions,
Without expressing their own flaws.
The generations are no longer stupid,
But intelligent and wise,
They do not see within themselves,
That God himself in guise,
Of tests and corrupt men,
Within the religious establishment,
These dictatorships,
Are meant to blind us from within.
Release your heart and remain steadfast,
Their cultures cannot then bite,
We will achieve Paradise through Freedom,
And the evil, my God will smite.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 7:30 AM UTC
You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness
I love you Africa in excess for your excess of problems;
Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine
And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma
Like a desperate Tiger on a capsized boat,
Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism,
In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more,
Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population
of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge
Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture,
These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa,
Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy,
Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness,
Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption,
Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason,
Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute
My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan,
As you are prone and spread eagled in a defenseless stretch
Against all the ****** condemning your self to ideological turmoil,
I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Chess pieces
The number of one to form action
For the presidential elections
Tests conducted to understand its position
Things to be brought into submission
Strategy of kings with glasses
Things played in huge masses
Fear of buttons onto children
Situations of the system
Survival mind of terror
Domino effect
The Parts of the system errors
Supreme dictatorships
Powered by the battleships
Hands in fields
Eldorado on the leash
Rules to work with
The new government elected
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
We grew the earth, grew it around us and grew into it.
We grew into pairs of shoes after pairs of shoes
and we grew into our names.
We learnt to tie the laces of our shoes
and to tie our tongues around our names,
and the names of other things, other people,
and around other people's tongues.
We planted our cultures, cultivated them,
and they blossomed into traditions
and stereotypes and generalisations and rituals.
We broke in our shoes, broke the ice,
broke our voices, broke promises.
We broke glasses, hearts and bones.
We built hierarchies, looked up, looked down, bowed down.
We broke down into dictatorships and demonstration.
We found solutions like democracy
and diplomas and delegated.
We fixed fountains and freight trains
and falling trees in the forest and faucets that leaked.
We formed partnerships, made promises,
pledged to parties for both politics and both parents.
We made marriage and then we annulled, we divorced.
We fabricated the faiths that we fed on.
We invented stopwatches, reality television,
pedicures, lampshades, philosophy,
greenhouses, dictionaries, exclusivity,
feng shui, hand-holding, ****** medication,
street art, lawsuits, lingerie, car boot sales,
snow days, karaoke, comics, psychics,
boarding schools, toast, baseball, psychiatry,
bird-watching, plaid, research, stag nights,
slasher movies, salads, and interventions.
We wanted and we wished and we waited
and we wanted for more.
We were growing faster than we invented.
We were outgrowing ourselves
and our earth
and our shoes
and our names.
We forgot what we had found and fixed and formed.
We broke down and went broke.
We are waiting to invent a new way we can fix ourselves.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
I'd like to step foot,
In the land of dictatorships,
Despots,
And dead-men;
To voice my Western opinion,
Through the veil of the immune.
I'd like to step foot,
In the land of the lions,
The gazelle,
And bright birds,
To experience all,
That cannot be said through mere words.
I'd like to step foot,
In the land of old Queens;
The land of abdication,
From which the French coast, it gleams.
I'd like to step foot,
In the permafrost of the north,
And experience why,
Others don't venture forth.
I'd like to step foot,
In the tropics of the south,
Where the rain pounds just like,
A forgotten old sink,
In which the sound is so loud,
You can't hear yourself think.
I'd like to step foot,
On the island of the abnormal,
Off the coast of the near-east,
Where it seems strange to act formal.
I'd like to wade through,
The ocean of men,
In a Tokyo square,
In which you lose count at ten.
I'd like to float forth,
From the bounds of this Earth,
And with my own eyes,
See all life as it's worth,
From our desolate moon,
Watch our world as it rise,
And from eons away,
Watch a star as it sighs.
I'd like to see life,
Through my eyes,
As a prize.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
Cry me a river
of joy,
she said
I knew she meant it,
by the silence
by the memory of her laughter,
how she poked fun
how she rubbed me down with giggles of mirth,
bellies gyrating with angst
and rambunctious
passion
I knew it
It was not the idea
of her
that scared me,
not anymore
would I think of women
that way
What
it was
that scared me
was how I knew we'd say goodbye
and I'd be okay
for once
okay
and happy she said goodbye...
Happy we didn't shovel moats & forge keeps,
establish plans of attack & surrender
belabor, humming & hawing, over broken treaties,
over civilian casualties
the banishment of civil liberties
and the proverbial
dictatorships of,
"I'm not the problem, so, it MUST be you."
Reply with,
"Yes, it is me."
I knew it,
"I'm sorry!"
Jinx!
Not this time.
This time,
she said goodbye.
And so did I. At least, inside.
And she meant it,
and it was honest.
And so was I. A small comfort.
First of many...
Her goodbye was a kiss that could rival
daydreams
of memories that are
more remixed than the splotches of oil
on a painter's palette,
and,
more dibbled and dabbled, than ten playlists of slow jams,
in my arsenal of hopeless stratagems,
bearing the desperate subtext of,
'park your rear end
where I can't begin to ask honestly.'
Because,
honestly,
if this weren't goodbye,
I could only trade this goodbye,
for ten thousand "Hello's"
whose end and beginning are lost to the tides of status quo,
of forget me nots
and anniversaries,
and picture frames
of days where we forgot what 'goodbye' meant,
because we learned to speak the truth...
And isn't it the truth,
that goodbye,
was so much sweeter than,
I can't stand,
how much we fought for a t-shirt
that eponymously said,
"I cried over spilt milk, and all I got was this t-shirt."
because none of us know
the name of the game,
but we know we hate playing it
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC
At some point in the history of the Universe
we began this ascent to humankind;
ironically, this step has led to the descent of the Universe,
as humanness becomes synonymous to destruction,
pollution of our waters and mountains,
our atmosphere and beyond.
Every meter of our existence
has been marked by extinctions,
first, of our brethren, and next of our resources.
The large disparity between
what we think makes us human,
and what we as humans do
hardly seems appropriate in retrospect.
For example,
the end of the most iconic decade of the 20th century:
"one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind"
and yet, less than half a century later,
the gap size between one human and the other,
between my humanness and their humanness
is still extremely large;
we put a man on the moon,
but we have yet to put humanity
in the corporate heads' souls,
in the fascist dictatorships' hearts,
in the bigoted religious zealots,
the cynical, cold atheists
and the downtrodden, fallen generation.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Oh for a world without wars!
Free of terrorists.
Where each and every one of us
Can go about our daily lives
Without any fear.
But I read somewhere
That there may be a price to pay:
Loss of Freedom.
Think of the USSR, or better still, Yugoslavia.
Ruled by rods of iron
These counties showed us facades
Of calm.
But once those dictatorships disappeared then
Those underlying differences emerged.
The Balkan States were a case in point:
When Yugoslavia went
All hell broke out!
So when I suggested that
A benevolent world government
Might cure our ills,
A warning was shot across my bows:
“Be careful what you wish for!”
For what good is “Peace”
When no one dare speak out
Or act in a “different” way?
“1984” soon springs to mind:
Droves of mindless clones
Dumbed down by drugs
And Media driven hypnosis.
Totalitarianism at its worst.
What we really need is an end to violence
And every other form of Abuse.
Free thought
Married with respect and tolerance
To our fellow men
And women.
World Peace only comes free
When the people are free too.
Freedom of the individual
Based on mutual respect
And better still
On Love.
Paul Butters
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:11 AM UTC
they came like thieves in the night
Hijacked the planes while in flight
2974 people died that day
And for their souls we still pray.
Ground zero will live in the minds of man
And the world is taking a stand.
These terrorist acts must come to an end
And more troops the nations will send.
The young minds that they enslaved
Will come out of their caves
They will see the treachery
And will long to be free.
Why is it that you fear freedom so?
Is it because in your hearts you know
That you and your followers
Will have no place to go.
Communism and dictatorships
Are falling to the ground
Every where you look there’s love to be found.
Mothers are not giving up their children
To commit suicide, freedom is
The key on which they rely.
9/11 was the breaking point
For all the world to see
This is the reason it’s now world history.
“ to freedom” the world is now
Opening up their eyes, this we can not deny.
The world is getting smaller, and there’s
No place to hide.
No matter where you go, you know we will find.
People are closing in on all your terrorist acts.
Look around you, you know that’s a fact.
So to al- Qaeda and all the other terrorists factions
The world is now counter acting.
The bell of freedom will ring through out each nation
We will stop all your devastation.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC
Dark clouds continue to thicken above
as man hovers on the brink of war.
No more sparodic and endless tribal conflicts
simmering just under the surface.
Corruption and super power **********
inevitable will draw in every nation.
Over sixty years since the last world war
though never a time of total peace.
Power oil dictatorships and simple pure hate
engulfs the news twenty four seven.
From clubs and axes to weapons of destruction
millions killed and boundless reconstruction.
There are countries with vast deadly arsenals
who would take the risk to attack.
Other countries they felt were aggessors
making uncertainty of fututre actions.
Always feeling the aggrieved and ready to fight
a powder keg it would take little to ignite.
The plot could well thicken very soon I sense
tension constantly on high alert.
These leaders not shy to use their lethat potency
with the underlying resentment boiling.
The consequences to us not in their equation.
if they wanted a solution an invasion.
A delicate balance hangs over civilisation
as countries develop the nuclear card.
Thinking this is the way to boost their ranking
with others who have these lethal devises.
Making the future a more precarious place
possibly annihilation a more likely case!
Will the building pressure erupt soon or not?
The Foureyed Poet.
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:20 AM UTC
how disturbingly insidious you are.
you must hate me, don't you?
i mean who are you?!
you're playing tricks on me like crazy. that's for certain. and if anything is for certain in our drug-plagued country, then it is this certainty: that you ― the child-like dictator ― want to rule over me.
let me explain to the reader why i am saying so:
an hour ago, i was taking my son to kindergarten. closely to the chest my little daughter eden; sleeping in a baby carrier.
after i had dropped off my son, ideas for new poems were going through my head.
i eventually decided to write a poem on drugs, written from the perspective of various mind-altering substances.
well. fine.
i got home. my wife took eden out from the baby carrier. i was ready to write. only one cigarette first. smoking on the balcony. don't need my kids to inhale toxical fog. and don't need to know them about my smoking habit.
suddenly, out of the blue (no: out of the dark) ―
out of the dark, you made my heart beating faster. my heart was racing. my heart was banging against my chest.
secretly, you creeped through the area between skin and soul.
seconds later, you made it somehow to reach my mind.
inside my head, you were not saying anything. i don't hear voices and i'm not crazy. (that's the second certainty i am gaining from writing this poem.)
you're not a talker, child-like dictator. you're a quiet addict, depressed and scared to speak with others. because you do fear people, closeness and love. you fear them so much that you want to do drugs in order to feel something else than fear. and to numb how afraid of love you are.
a poor creature you are. but your attempt to ****** me quietly today: it failed.
and you know why? because i have friends. and many of these friends have been struggling with their own dictatorships. feel me.
i won't let you make my decisions.
gonna stay clean.
for me. for my family.
adios amigo. don't pressure me like you do. try to love me as i love you.
try to love.
try to.
try.
mikey
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
Lets glorify our sickness
Lets shout it loud and proudly
face down on our wrongs blindly
Wave flags of bannered shroud
Lets pacify our flaws
erase them each and all
the guise of law inconspicuous
with views of bathrooms and walls
A dictatorships edict
a fanatical revel
those who do not fall in line
are threatened fires of hell
Let us voice the few
and bicker among the many
degrade those of need
and elate those who have plenty
Lets celebrate how we are free
by mimicking celebrities
Wasting away behind our screens
merrily flashing and screaming
repeat after me. .
repeat after me. .
repeat after me.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
Cult is not a religion that could
allow diversity of thoughts and belief.
It demands conformity and exerts control
over the thought of its subjects.
Any deviation is punished severely.
All dictatorships are harmful but religious dictatorship is the worst of all.
All political doctrines,
whether leftist or rightist,
once proven false, are abandoned,
but religious fallacies endure,
coz they're believed to be from God and therefore infallible.
" The heaven and earth can pass but the
word of God won't."
Rational people are willing to accept its
irrationality and philosophers
endevour to rationalize and legitimize them for intellectuals' consumption.
But lies are lies, no matter
how elaborated they're and how
long they have survived.
General acceptance of a lie, does not
make it truth, nor universal rejection of truth would eclipse it's
splendor....
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
it's become something of a cliché but
like most trite adages
for all its faults
it is not necessarily
lacking in validity
the journey itself is the destination
a phrase that conjures images
in one's head of subconscious
sojourns across arctic tundras
and windswept plains
savannas and mountain ranges
or perhaps astral and ethereal
projections of the psyche into
some pseudo-spiritual metaphor
for overcoming corporeal suffering
and psychological anguish
but it holds true too
to the metaphysical revolt
explored by Camus in
chapter two of his opus
on the spirit of rebellion
it is not enough to merely **** god
acts of deicide are at once
reactionary and revolutionary
imposing subtle dictatorships as
we merely claim a despot's
stolen throne for our
own whims and fancies
no
to resist the urge to become the master
to destroy dominance and empower each
other is the greatest test humankind will face
a constant struggle to pursue the
better angels of our nature
the means don't
justify the ends
the means
are the end
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
the air-conditioned railjet takes me
with strangely whincing wheels
through winding tracks
along the mountains of my youth
clouds are hanging low
after recent rainfalls
fog shrouds the forest hills
in mystical silhouettes
rises slowly from the valleys
revealing an old castle here
a younger hotel there
the next stop announces
my birthplace
today's wet greenery passing by the window
makes me wonder what it was like
almost seventy years ago
two years after the end of a war
that destroyed many places on the globe
and killed fifty million people
for my mother to give birth to the first
of two sons
with a husband who
at the age of 21
had just made his way
not quite nine months before
escaping from a Soviet POW camp
took him and a friend one month
walking by night
hiding by day
through all of Poland
to end up in a British field hospital
from which they fled
gratefully
when they had regained some energy
jumping trains from northern Germany
to eastern Austria
coming home just before Christmas 1946
and as my hometown disappears in fog and rain
I hear the muted noises of the high-tech train
now on a steady downhill track
musing how easy my own life has been
no wars, dictatorships, catastrophes
how we are born into a world
so different from our parents‘
raised by their words and values
to make our way
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Undoubted, this level of worship,
Reaching above pulling currents
That justifies imposing torment
And yet drips blood of the calcified.
"It is inherent," I'm o'er told,
"To find and end your searching,
To seek but one thing to love."
What if I hate everything?
What if I'd be one with death,
What if I strive for your lament?
Perhaps I lust for some psychosis
Perchance to wake in your nightmares,
How is it, my dear, so far from belief,
That I would see this whole world burn?
Swallowed with plague,
Tyranny falls,
Dictatorships topple,
Monarchy crawls,
Your loved ones suffer,
Your friends all die,
Words become acid,
Tears are suicide,
Encrypted genomes
Now unlocked with instinctual bliss,
The inner beast assumes power,
The concious mind now sleeps,
Crime is objective,
A pure outlook of opinion,
Flayed heads on pikes,
The sentries of deception,
I want apocalypse in all forms
Spared of all deities' protection
I want the human mistake erased,
I want requiem and revelation.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
it's kind of scary.
you can feel it too, can't you?
the words you see flashed as headlines
feel like they're already being written down
on our tombstones.
everyday feels like it's going to be jotted down
by students somewhere in the future-
a history class on dictatorships.
perhaps the reason history books are so heavy
is because they are thick with the weight of our sins.
they gave our rights a pittance because
they no longer pretend to care.
it's called human rights
as in human.
maybe it's cause they don't consider us human anymore.
i can see that.
it's hard to see a person
wrapped in garbage bags and duct tape.
this is why there are checks and balances-
protections against the state's monopoly on violence.
it's just sad that we were stripped of them as easily as
pulling a trigger.
how much are we worth to them, i wonder?
i suppose the math should be easy.
one thousand divided by one hundred three million.
that's how much our individual rights are worth.
around zero point zero zero zero nine seven pesos.
not even enough to buy a lottery ticket.
and certainly not enough to buy us liberty.
i'm hoping the last time i see you
is not on the other side of a history book.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
If the world was a person it would shine its waters
the world would throw pollution at the sun burning it alive
if the world was a person it would rumble it’s plates under industries
the world would send water to the parched and food to the hungry
The world would shatter stereotypical walls and shatter dictatorships
it would see the starving dogs on the street and give them a name
a home
a loving family
the world would clean herself up while watching those who dirtied her burn in flames
the worlds eyes would be the tallest peaks on mt. everest
it’s arms the rivers that entangle cities and villages
the worlds legs would be the crust underneath your feet
and her mouth would be the air tasting for perfection
If the world was a person politics wouldn’t exist
heaven would be heaven
hell would be hell
there would be no wrong just rights
her colors would be forever shining bright
if only the world was a person...
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC