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"guantanamo" poems
Human directives, veracities unverified   Bellies belching with anger, murderers Udders dripping hate, foundling banters Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink Tear motions and debates of inequality My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield Emergency alarms sirens from 2003 The indefinite complications and hunger A land of the displaced, starving nomads Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws Inhumane human interrogations persists A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve Force-feeding, torturous measures applied All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed A Rwanda slain in divide and rule Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves Machetes slashing necks and hands A lust of power, a genocide slaughter The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch Autocratic regime boring divisions Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill Indifference pooled in pits and camps The institutional social indoctrination The honor and killing to expose shame The violation and dishonor of moral fabric For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit Confessional secrets of only what lays within A torment watching witnesses, all dangling Marxists calls ships to stow ashore Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit Invalid contracts awaits signatures The white immigrants to be enslaved All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor Wage packages taken to pay for freedom Humans bought and sold to be owned Slaves yorked and counted as assets Bounded to serve plantations and homes A human, non human, a chattel, a slave A debt ******* offended and ***** Untamed and made to obey a master A falling global strings unturned Tunes strumming hate, war and pain Human trafficking, violence, inequality Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists Commercialism, zero hour contracts For if we have no rights, I have none For if we have no peace I have none
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
Cruel Inhumane Autocracies
Human directives, veracities unverified   Bellies belching with anger, murderers Udders dripping hate, foundling banters Hunters striking the hungered, unfortunate Glare sight to seek the truth, hold me lets sink Tear motions and debates of inequality My Dafur, the realm of the fur, demise All armed in Sudan, the arid, a battlefield Emergency alarms sirens from 2003 The indefinite complications and hunger A land of the displaced, starving nomads Hear me out in these non-dissolving conflicts Guantanamo bay detention a prison vicious A base for “war in terrorism”, reciprocal laws Inhumane human interrogations persists A breach, a revolt, the hunger riots devolve Force-feeding, torturous measures applied All undressed, humiliated, genitalia exposed A Rwanda slain in divide and rule Civil clashes, mashes, all trashed Swaying war rapes, tapes, the raves Machetes slashing necks and hands A lust of power, a genocide slaughter The Tutsi slewed and unsewn from a patch Autocratic regime boring divisions Territorial ethnic cleansing, a holocaust The oppression of Jews, Romanis, Poles Homosexuals, the disabled and mentally ill Indifference pooled in pits and camps The institutional social indoctrination The honor and killing to expose shame The violation and dishonor of moral fabric For what is “good”, “bad”, fixated moral values Buried waists and head, awaiting stones to hit Confessional secrets of only what lays within A torment watching witnesses, all dangling Marxists calls ships to stow ashore Masses kidnapped, confused in deceit Invalid contracts awaits signatures The white immigrants to be enslaved All aboard, now abroad to revolve labor Wage packages taken to pay for freedom Humans bought and sold to be owned Slaves yorked and counted as assets Bounded to serve plantations and homes A human, non human, a chattel, a slave A debt ******* offended and ***** Untamed and made to obey a master A falling global strings unturned Tunes strumming hate, war and pain Human trafficking, violence, inequality Child abuse, civil conflicts, capitalists Commercialism, zero hour contracts For if we have no rights, I have none For if we have no peace I have none
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PARODY OF "THE DUCK SONG" A duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "No, we just sell this ******** But it's dumb, and I'll bet, you'll buy all of it! Can we count on your vote?" The duck said: "No." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "No, like I said yesterday We just sell you ******** okay? Why not vote for our guy?" The duck said: "Good bye." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "Look, this is gettin' old. I mean, ******** is all we've ever sold. Why not give us your vote?" The duck said: "How about... no." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "That's it! If you don't stay the **** away, you're a terrorist bound straight for Guantanamo Bay. So give us your vote!" The duck said: "Adios!" Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got your Free Speech?" "What?" "Got your Free Speech?" "No, why would I - oh..." "Then one more question for you: "Got any guns?" And the man just stopped, The he started to twitch, He started to cry, then started to ***** He said: "Come on, duck, Let's go to DC. Talk to Obama, So you don't have to harass me." So they went to DC, And Obama said “Hey”. Tried to shake the duck's hand, And the duck said: "Hmm, no thanks. “But you know what I think? And this is real as it gets I think DC... I think DC... I think DC is full of ******** Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
The Democrat Song
PARODY OF "THE DUCK SONG" A duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "No, we just sell this ******** But it's dumb, and I'll bet, you'll buy all of it! Can we count on your vote?" The duck said: "No." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "No, like I said yesterday We just sell you ******** okay? Why not vote for our guy?" The duck said: "Good bye." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "Look, this is gettin' old. I mean, ******** is all we've ever sold. Why not give us your vote?" The duck said: "How about... no." Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got any guns?" The man said: "That's it! If you don't stay the **** away, you're a terrorist bound straight for Guantanamo Bay. So give us your vote!" The duck said: "Adios!" Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle 'Til the very next day... When the duck walked down where the Democrats go And he said to the man runnin' the show: "Hey! Got your Free Speech?" "What?" "Got your Free Speech?" "No, why would I - oh..." "Then one more question for you: "Got any guns?" And the man just stopped, The he started to twitch, He started to cry, then started to ***** He said: "Come on, duck, Let's go to DC. Talk to Obama, So you don't have to harass me." So they went to DC, And Obama said “Hey”. Tried to shake the duck's hand, And the duck said: "Hmm, no thanks. “But you know what I think? And this is real as it gets I think DC... I think DC... I think DC is full of ******** Then he waddled away - waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
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This job is just one long drawn out lobotomy. Hey quit putting gum on the bottom of these desks you ******* I can think of a few ways to get out of here but I don't think I can afford a ****** harassment lawsuit. I'm about 2 minutes away from a faking a seizure and about 5 from a real one. Hey Guantanamo Bay, are your methods of torture outdated and boring? Then have I got a deal for you... You think you can just drop Seinfeld references and I won't pick up on them? You thought wrong, ***** I think I lost the ability to see color... All work and no play makes Ashton a dull boy... I'm still waiting on Betty White to crawl her old *** out here and tell me this is some kind of practical joke. Homelessness is looking more and more like a serious option Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm. Don't pull the fire alarm. Enough is enough! I have had it with all these ************* boogers on these ************* desks!
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Rants of a Teenage Janitor
Bear with a sore head Takes coyote on post haste Bore v. Trickster tried Hung court just verdict Bought ideologically Branded! Brig banished Like Guantanamo Force fed on stale chalk Red glib ref to beasts Totalists with clubs Tabulate ***** ad hoc Bring shame to beating When stops suicide? Noble savage survives best Practice leads young straight Where head caravans? Lossless nomads swim through sand To moor oases Connect with bazaars Extra-exponential rock Scissors paper cuts Exacto-knifed sharp Cards tabled until sure things Made deals pay upfront Cold hard confidence Wannabe men drive sweet game Put all together Touch trumps tears takes no prison Uncaged roam space free Our place ancients planned Body mind spirit heart team Here earth *** soils worms Compost ground debris Bred sustenance seeds rich peat Brings about the end
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Where Head Caravans?
.             1. Big Brother Big Brother's protecting his mice with a secret eavesdropping device. If you hang up the phone he'll just send in a drone when a warrant won't really suffice. 2. Neutrality The internet's meant to be free, yes for all, such as you, such as me. But now there's some doubt - will it lose all its clout with the death of neutrality's spree? 3. Privacy 'twas surely our forefather's dread all our emails would someday be read. Now that push comes to shove by the powers above, private thoughts must now stay in our head. 4. Guantanamo Guantanamo bay's a resort where the fishing's a fabulous sport - with your back on a board tepid water is poured spawning tales for a kangaroo court. 5. Banks To bountiful bailouts give thanks for there's nothing much richer than banks - making money galore taking homes from the poor while they're managing mortgaging pranks. 6. Health If you live in the States don't get sick (lest a cut of the upper class clique). Whether injured or ill all they'll give you's a pill - if you're lucky you'll surely die quick. 7. Economy Our economy's doing just fine lying dead with a slug in the spine. So come follow the call where there's money for all and pure profit's the bottom-most line. 8. Safety Vigilantes and cops are wide spread - as for justice… not even a shred. The avengers of right score when stalking the night so beware of a cap in the head.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Lotsa Limericks ... It Couldn't be Verse
Give them no ribbons. My dear friend who was following orders in Vietnam was blown to bits when he tripped a wire. Give him no ribbons. Ribbons and medals will not bring him back to his wife who is now in her mid-70s, whose two sons and one daughter each have families of their own, but have no Grandpa whose knee to sit on and play games with and just have fun and laugh with. Michael Dillinger went to Iraq to fight because W told him to. Unfortunately, his amored truck hit a road mine and killed Michael instantly. Ribbons? They gave ribbons to Michael's mother before they buried Michael in Arlington? Ribbons, for God's sake! Did those ribbons and medals really help console Michael's mother? Did Cheney ever call her to see how she was doing? No, he was in charge of creating what he called "enhanced interrogation," a gross euphemism for unspeakable torture and terror that went on at countless, secret camps in the countries of our allies, and still goes on at Guantanamo even today. Give them no ribbons. Take all the ribbons and medals you can find that were given to those soldiers who gave their very lives for lies, for all those soldiers now lying in all the VA hospitals throughout our country, their bodies permanently disfigured, their minds completely lost, and dump that pile of ribbons and medals in the front yard of wherever W lives in the suburbs of Dallas. TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
GIVE THEM NO RIBBONS
two hundred years ago    or so this title might have read "America", etc., according to the myth that then was strong and still exotic    and promising to aliens with no experience today, after Wounded Knee, the Trail of Tears, the Civil War, the Restoration, all the lynchings, after Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Nicaragua, the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,Lybia, Syria & cetera, Ferguson, Baltimore, & cetera, "America" has disappeared it has, in fact, become quite evident that to subsume the continent    on the far side        of the Atlantic or Pacific    with this name will do no more    in truth, it rarely ever did the mythic notion    of a just and free society was definitely buried at My Lai, Panama City, on the desert plains of Kurdistan, the Baghdad prisons,     and Guantanamo by racist violence & arrogance    and pitiful ideas of white supremacy    the usa today lies bare    of the old promise of 'America' street people, rampant fundamentalists, drugs, and low employment rates, in a society that longs    despite its cherished myth    of tough but honest competition for holy war in order to rebuild with profit    what it has destroyed with arms that, to all evidence, cares not a penny's worth for    the unbuildable    which never shows in the domestic census or for the lives of others but their own brave boys    preferably white who have in recent years       though with increasing discomfort upon appointment by their country's presidents achieved the dreary fame    of bombing back into the stone age distant lands that had     just barely begun to make it out from there            * * *
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
usa today (critical)
two hundred years ago    or so this title might have read "America", etc., according to the myth that then was strong and still exotic    and promising to aliens with no experience today, after Wounded Knee, the Trail of Tears, the Civil War, the Restoration, all the lynchings, after Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Nicaragua, the Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,Lybia, Syria & cetera, Ferguson, Baltimore, & cetera, "America" has disappeared it has, in fact, become quite evident that to subsume the continent    on the far side        of the Atlantic or Pacific    with this name will do no more    in truth, it rarely ever did the mythic notion    of a just and free society was definitely buried at My Lai, Panama City, on the desert plains of Kurdistan, the Baghdad prisons,     and Guantanamo by racist violence & arrogance    and pitiful ideas of white supremacy    the usa today lies bare    of the old promise of 'America' street people, rampant fundamentalists, drugs, and low employment rates, in a society that longs    despite its cherished myth    of tough but honest competition for holy war in order to rebuild with profit    what it has destroyed with arms that, to all evidence, cares not a penny's worth for    the unbuildable    which never shows in the domestic census or for the lives of others but their own brave boys    preferably white who have in recent years       though with increasing discomfort upon appointment by their country's presidents achieved the dreary fame    of bombing back into the stone age distant lands that had     just barely begun to make it out from there            * * *
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Leaders of the 'Free World': Get jobs inflating hot air baloons with all that hot air you love to blow, Then perhaps you'd make an honest living and your words would be useful not just to you and yours, but to those you claim to seek to help. WE ARE SERFS WE ARE PEONS WE ARE PAWNS WE ARE STATISTICS WE ARE UNITS TO BE EXTORTED WE ARE UNITS OF PRODUCTION WE ARE THE UNTOUCHABLES Our right is to worship our system
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
4-year anniversary of Guantanamo still being open after Obama swore to us that he would close it. (Po-LIE-ticians)
People pray for their mortal life's extension Others for peace, for hate and wars prevention Some atone for sins too dark to mention Me? I pray for salvation from convention People pray in aid of middle eastern tension Others for freedom, no more Guantanamo detention Selfish suits pray for the latest invention Me? I pray for salvation from convention People pray for the safeguard of their pension Others for good, for evil's condemnation Some pray for forgiveness for an earlier conversation Me? I've lost faith
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Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 6:05 AM UTC
Salvation from Convention
gratitude longitude gonorrhea gonna free uh my soul, I guess... and by so doin' I guess I'll be freein' everything and nothin' at all because it's all just a fall between the masters and their dolls and nothing is free until you take it but, guess what? it's not ours to take! it's ours to fake until we make, 'cause freedom isn't something you can have, it's something you can be, mufuckas say freedom ain't free, well shiiii, that's 'cause it's priceless! so slice and dice this, I'm a pretty rainbow Pegasus sittin pretty sittin flightless 'til I can understand that I might just be a rhyming hippopotamus whose rhymes are unfortunately fatherless and c'mon, papa, don't you wanna see where the story goes? and not abandon your words on the side of the road like a dead rose froze crackle crack thorn ***** blood and I love you but I'm freezing and I can see you leaving like another medicine wheel spinning but this time there's no sugar and it's starting to taste a little too much like a salty silk noose around here, but I'm just a silly goose and I'm just trying to break loose because I'm a ******* water buffalo with ten thousand pounds of dreaded days weighing me down. So it's time to break me down 'cause it's orange jumpsuit day and that means it's time to play on Guantanamo Bay.  Don't you dare speak about that! Okay, I guess we're just a horse girdle saddle strap bit heel to the side and canter, but can't my blinders be at least a little bit smaller? It might help.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
sittin' pretty
gratitude longitude gonorrhea gonna free uh my soul, I guess... and by so doin' I guess I'll be freein' everything and nothin' at all because it's all just a fall between the masters and their dolls and nothing is free until you take it but, guess what? it's not ours to take! it's ours to fake until we make, 'cause freedom isn't something you can have, it's something you can be, mufuckas say freedom ain't free, well shiiii, that's 'cause it's priceless! so slice and dice this, I'm a pretty rainbow Pegasus sittin pretty sittin flightless 'til I can understand that I might just be a rhyming hippopotamus whose rhymes are unfortunately fatherless and c'mon, papa, don't you wanna see where the story goes? and not abandon your words on the side of the road like a dead rose froze crackle crack thorn ***** blood and I love you but I'm freezing and I can see you leaving like another medicine wheel spinning but this time there's no sugar and it's starting to taste a little too much like a salty silk noose around here, but I'm just a silly goose and I'm just trying to break loose because I'm a ******* water buffalo with ten thousand pounds of dreaded days weighing me down. So it's time to break me down 'cause it's orange jumpsuit day and that means it's time to play on Guantanamo Bay.  Don't you dare speak about that! Okay, I guess we're just a horse girdle saddle strap bit heel to the side and canter, but can't my blinders be at least a little bit smaller? It might help.
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*DUCT TAPE "Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape." - from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak" ~~~~~ As the bombs rain, they tell us they are for peace. So I ask them: Do flowers bloom or grass grow held in such chains; or seeing humans suffer such pains? ~~~~~ Mountains weep, and I speak in tear filled oceans, whose ebb and flow erode my beach of hope; all I have left are curses told in Arabic qasid verses. ~~~~~ As the bombs rain, ripping apart innocent people's limbs, they say they are for peace. And I ask: will birds fly and sing their songs, or will they, like so many of us, have only plastic legs held together with duct tape? ~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10 (Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)*
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
POEM 104
*Your votes could have established dark powers over all control, Such votes could have made the smallest part exceed the whole. Only groundless clamoring’s do the protests approve, Instead, now the power is ours to punish and to remove. But now false gods and evil cast their wares and express, Defending their own evil servants or their own rhetoric’s distress. Oh that my powers of saving truth were not confined, I’d show you how you are being forced to believe that evil is best for your mind, Making an example out of every one of our kind. Must I at length wield the sword of justice and then withdraw? Ore the cursed effects of trying to confuse the law! How ill our fates are by their blood thirsty scam. Beware my people! Of the fury of a patient man. The law is what patience requires, watch the law show her single face. And don’t be content to depend purely on grace. Oh yes, her words are always true with a glaring eye, She can erase terror and she will never die. By their own evil arts 'tis her righteousness decreed, Those dire artificers of lies shall finally be the ones to bleed. Against themselves their own witnesses will swear, Till viper-like their sinister plot they themselves shall be ensnared. For they **** from the nutrients of their own ****** gore Which was always their principle of the evil long before. With Belial and with Belzebub they themselves will fight, Once comrades, now foes, even their foes shall do them right. Do not doubt this event as felicitous mouths engage, They tell lies and show only of their own brutal rage. Then let them all take their own resisted course, To Guantanamo to finally find their long deserved remorse. But when they stand up all breathless late at night, Let their guilt rise up in them with redoubled might. For lawful is powerful and still is still superior all around. Even when long driven back at length it must stand its ground. They all took their oath and gave their solemn consent, So there will be no appeals under this firmament. Henceforth a series of new times shall begin, Though many painful years in long procession has woefully ran. Once more this nation will be restored, And all other nations will know the law is our lord.*
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
FISA - Only 12 out of 35,000 Were Ever Denied
*Your votes could have established dark powers over all control, Such votes could have made the smallest part exceed the whole. Only groundless clamoring’s do the protests approve, Instead, now the power is ours to punish and to remove. But now false gods and evil cast their wares and express, Defending their own evil servants or their own rhetoric’s distress. Oh that my powers of saving truth were not confined, I’d show you how you are being forced to believe that evil is best for your mind, Making an example out of every one of our kind. Must I at length wield the sword of justice and then withdraw? Ore the cursed effects of trying to confuse the law! How ill our fates are by their blood thirsty scam. Beware my people! Of the fury of a patient man. The law is what patience requires, watch the law show her single face. And don’t be content to depend purely on grace. Oh yes, her words are always true with a glaring eye, She can erase terror and she will never die. By their own evil arts 'tis her righteousness decreed, Those dire artificers of lies shall finally be the ones to bleed. Against themselves their own witnesses will swear, Till viper-like their sinister plot they themselves shall be ensnared. For they **** from the nutrients of their own ****** gore Which was always their principle of the evil long before. With Belial and with Belzebub they themselves will fight, Once comrades, now foes, even their foes shall do them right. Do not doubt this event as felicitous mouths engage, They tell lies and show only of their own brutal rage. Then let them all take their own resisted course, To Guantanamo to finally find their long deserved remorse. But when they stand up all breathless late at night, Let their guilt rise up in them with redoubled might. For lawful is powerful and still is still superior all around. Even when long driven back at length it must stand its ground. They all took their oath and gave their solemn consent, So there will be no appeals under this firmament. Henceforth a series of new times shall begin, Though many painful years in long procession has woefully ran. Once more this nation will be restored, And all other nations will know the law is our lord.*
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I met a carny yesterday, said he just got back from a long stay at Guantanamo Bay, that water-boarding didn't hurt as long they used warm water. That guy was a card, but I wasn't buying what he told me, I ain't no mark.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
I Ain't No Mark (I Met a Carny Yesterday)
The road led down to the edge of a bay, with waters of blue, on the other side of which lay what seemed to be a camp with buildings long and low, and surrounded by fences over which no man could go, and figures in orange exercising in the yard, and other figures in khaki who were probably their guards. “There must be an entrance to this camp of theirs,” said George to his team with a serious air, “Let’s drive on up to the top of the bay, and to the camp’s entrance find out the way, that we may know just who these people are and why they have all been put behind bars.” Eventually they came to a barrier of steel, intended to stop any entry and to seal the camp off from the rest of the land, and patrolled by soldiers with rifles in hand. George asked them who the prisoners were, and the soldiers replied “They are terrorists, sir. captured by our army in Afghanistan, and our job is to guard them the best way we can.” from The Adventures of George ©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Guantanamo Bay
aged 17 started aiming to be the man of his dreams last year of high school finally he could do good deeds and not worry about the embarrassing comments aged 20 second year of uni and now he's boundless from freedom he studies his Islamic history and engineering a mind full of knowledge he's beaming aged 23 graduating at last he dreamed for this moment for years steps on the stage grabs his diploma bold Thank You God for this moment for happiness sake aged 25 married to the most beautiful bride promised her years and years of satisfaction he was going to be a man who loved affection goals were to raise a family with no negative distractions loved this beautiful country lots of liberty and safety no denying it was near impossible to feel like a threat there was no trouble aged 30 had a daughter named her Zayna beautiful young girl , he knew she had lots for the world taught her how to read write and be free a carefree child is all he wanted to see Zayna grew with open minded views viewed the beauty of not judging a man who seems as bad as the devil but inside could be like the ying yang sign aged 43 Zayna is now 13 witnessing her father loosing his dignity after every racial comment that comes beneath his ears he starts to fear maybe soon he'll be a victim to this racist society all over his surrounding beard so thick wet because of his tears aged 45 ; 15 years have went by and never has Zayna seen this her father screams and yells 'im innocent i have not been dealt with these accusations' 'free me please I'm not what you think you see' Zayna hides behind the door begging God to do something about this horror aged 46: a year in Guantanamo couldn't get worse than this he went through beatings force feedings psychological torture his heart is becoming softer brain is hallucinating tears are flooding his mind body's shaking weaker and weaker becomes his state first name is Ahmed last is Bashir his mind full of knowledge his knees weak due to fear first name is Zayna last name Bashir lonely teenager wishing her father would be there -gz
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
guantanamo bay
aged 17 started aiming to be the man of his dreams last year of high school finally he could do good deeds and not worry about the embarrassing comments aged 20 second year of uni and now he's boundless from freedom he studies his Islamic history and engineering a mind full of knowledge he's beaming aged 23 graduating at last he dreamed for this moment for years steps on the stage grabs his diploma bold Thank You God for this moment for happiness sake aged 25 married to the most beautiful bride promised her years and years of satisfaction he was going to be a man who loved affection goals were to raise a family with no negative distractions loved this beautiful country lots of liberty and safety no denying it was near impossible to feel like a threat there was no trouble aged 30 had a daughter named her Zayna beautiful young girl , he knew she had lots for the world taught her how to read write and be free a carefree child is all he wanted to see Zayna grew with open minded views viewed the beauty of not judging a man who seems as bad as the devil but inside could be like the ying yang sign aged 43 Zayna is now 13 witnessing her father loosing his dignity after every racial comment that comes beneath his ears he starts to fear maybe soon he'll be a victim to this racist society all over his surrounding beard so thick wet because of his tears aged 45 ; 15 years have went by and never has Zayna seen this her father screams and yells 'im innocent i have not been dealt with these accusations' 'free me please I'm not what you think you see' Zayna hides behind the door begging God to do something about this horror aged 46: a year in Guantanamo couldn't get worse than this he went through beatings force feedings psychological torture his heart is becoming softer brain is hallucinating tears are flooding his mind body's shaking weaker and weaker becomes his state first name is Ahmed last is Bashir his mind full of knowledge his knees weak due to fear first name is Zayna last name Bashir lonely teenager wishing her father would be there -gz
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6 6 6 ¥ + God created hell to punish all the free thinkers But then mankind developed and created HIGH SCHOOL And so god didn't need hell anymore •• Kids You ain't -- ****** up You are --- ****** over ! •• You are EXACTLY how society wants you to be ! -- Are you gonna -- rebel ? NO!!! .......complain ? HEAVEN FORBID! Are ya gonna respect eachother ? PERISH THE THOUGHT ! --- So what WILL you do EAT **** AND DIE !!! •• & write poem Happy poems ! Praising the high class nature of our impoverished suffering !! •• HIGH SCHOOL is like Guantanamo bay - A prison torture chamber Established for the same reason •• TO BREAK YOU TO BREAK YOUR SPIRIT TO ENSLAVE YOU TO STEAL YOUR POWER AND TO RENDER YOU LOVELESS ! • Have they succeeded -? You tell me ! -•- Well At least your fellow poets are HERE so you can write a letter Home !
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
pick em up brother roll the dice friend
As I stumble down a paved road I fumble with my cell phone Trying to read the screen info and the daily paper's digital memos... I wonder which superhero will save the box office this year or if we'll hear the guns of home, the guns that we let go. I wonder if a fidget spinner tournament will bring home dinner or if we'll hear the chains of Guantanamo, the chains that we ignore. I wonder if Mattel's new fat barbie will sell real well or if we'll hear the guns of Aleppo, of US-made shells I wonder if Christmas will win the holiday war, or if we'll hear the chains on your grandchildren, profiting the CEO Don't care to see if Trump is tweeting Fight and hope that war stops trending Gut feelin' goverment has dropped the big one on us Uncaring, and never-ending.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
Star Spangled Satire
Dear Karen Benvie I right this to say that I am very upset about How you changed my life Not for the better but For the worst You **** Karen If weren't for your bullying And bad behavior I wouldn't have been In more trouble that I nearly was Sent to guantanamo Instead I would have been A medical examiner And you..... In gitmo Karen If it weren't for you I would not have A dangerously low self-esteem And inferiority complex You ******* racist thot Yes thot because you Nearly stole my boyfriend Because of what I am Arab. ***** yourself In hell.
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
Angry poem of dizonement.
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma! Teenagers -   Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions with the European Union The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras in their homes;                 homes and prisons and factories, described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States.                                                     Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,                                                        plastic and damage, burden and other diseases. Like many people,                        Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire, police and security when living in 2019 steel, dogs, birds and refugees.                                    There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,                 but it is not. Black and White are young and growing. So,                                all your troubles are at your feet, and palm customers.    Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.                   Memory's memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions for the European Union - Search results Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes, someone uses different methods,                  including depth and medication. The dinosaur, angry Japanese people make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions with the European Union; The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras in their homes,                  homes and prisons and factories, described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness. Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um: Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels. Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20, available in traditional entertainment,             potatoes   And her nephew, not plasma. Young - Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU.       Most of them do not have to do with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States. Of course,        Christian life, safety cigarettes, plastic and damage, burden and other diseases. How many people, Burqina EU,                                                    Internet creators have a rich experience. The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.               The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.                              Black and White are young and growing. So, in general, her clothes,                                her clothing and her legs, and her plates and she wears with her red boxers. Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,         antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and the United States and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.                            Black and White are young and growing. Create cars as you search for results ... Make money creep using different methods, including depth psychology and medication. Found the oldest dinosaurs, the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work, work with colleague, partner, are consumed. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
friends, brothers, beatniks!
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma! Teenagers -   Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions with the European Union The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras in their homes;                 homes and prisons and factories, described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States.                                                     Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,                                                        plastic and damage, burden and other diseases. Like many people,                        Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire, police and security when living in 2019 steel, dogs, birds and refugees.                                    There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,                 but it is not. Black and White are young and growing. So,                                all your troubles are at your feet, and palm customers.    Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.                   Memory's memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions for the European Union - Search results Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes, someone uses different methods,                  including depth and medication. The dinosaur, angry Japanese people make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. Questions with the European Union; The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras in their homes,                  homes and prisons and factories, described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness. Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um: Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels. Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20, available in traditional entertainment,             potatoes   And her nephew, not plasma. Young - Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU.       Most of them do not have to do with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States. Of course,        Christian life, safety cigarettes, plastic and damage, burden and other diseases. How many people, Burqina EU,                                                    Internet creators have a rich experience. The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.               The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.                              Black and White are young and growing. So, in general, her clothes,                                her clothing and her legs, and her plates and she wears with her red boxers. Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,         antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and the United States and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.                            Black and White are young and growing. Create cars as you search for results ... Make money creep using different methods, including depth psychology and medication. Found the oldest dinosaurs, the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work, work with colleague, partner, are consumed. Memory memory, and new players of protein parts. There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
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And the Moth that has been with me through my travels whispers: The walls are thinner now, the strikes come and the blades are sharp they cannot understand the darkness you have endured and some of your friends sleep with the women you're seeing and some of them conspire to keep you down And the woman you're with lays with multiple men and spits at your liberty And the one you love more than anything is the one ramming you in the back with a sharpened knife And still they try to hurt you unaware that you have endured the intense low-vibrational frequencies of prisons in the Orion constellation As energies like these are sent to places like Guantanamo Bay and the lows of Inner Earth and several underground torture camps You return a hermit to society, broken. BUT IF YOU BELIEVE THEN YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING You have to know that there is something greater out there, that there is a Higher Power and the Higher Power is within you And that no pain or hardship can stand above This Power That even death succumbs to this Power Then you know that you have found the Source Then you know you have been exiled and if you survive the emotional scars, psychological wounds and spiritual turmoil then you know that you have escaped hell That's when you become Renaissance Man That's when you know that you can stand among the Watchers, that's when you know that you have earned your place in the Galactic Councils That's when you know that the Human Race Has A Chance This is when you know without a doubt that you are Free.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
FREEDOM
And the Moth that has been with me through my travels whispers: The walls are thinner now, the strikes come and the blades are sharp they cannot understand the darkness you have endured and some of your friends sleep with the women you're seeing and some of them conspire to keep you down And the woman you're with lays with multiple men and spits at your liberty And the one you love more than anything is the one ramming you in the back with a sharpened knife And still they try to hurt you unaware that you have endured the intense low-vibrational frequencies of prisons in the Orion constellation As energies like these are sent to places like Guantanamo Bay and the lows of Inner Earth and several underground torture camps You return a hermit to society, broken. BUT IF YOU BELIEVE THEN YOU HAVE TO KNOW SOMETHING You have to know that there is something greater out there, that there is a Higher Power and the Higher Power is within you And that no pain or hardship can stand above This Power That even death succumbs to this Power Then you know that you have found the Source Then you know you have been exiled and if you survive the emotional scars, psychological wounds and spiritual turmoil then you know that you have escaped hell That's when you become Renaissance Man That's when you know that you can stand among the Watchers, that's when you know that you have earned your place in the Galactic Councils That's when you know that the Human Race Has A Chance This is when you know without a doubt that you are Free.
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You touch us and we melt sharing all known, we sink into the sea you ask us to set free the prisoners yet we can't let them go free For political discussion has left us mute it's just orders we take and never refute if you want to converse get a pass as you will have to kiss governmental *** They may still have information something that they did not disclose our laws say we can keep them till the ******** rot in hell Yet here you are in the name of freedom telling us to let them go well one by one we will brake them so you have just a shattered shell For each one that killed one of ours we should take a thousand of theirs in our fortress island of torture we **** and poke those that did fall Oh yes we wear conventionalist right khaki we stand up straight as the loser's crawl with bright tags and so what, if we play heavy metal all day and night as they pray to their black god Mohammed in their oily rags We will not let them go whatever you pray to say not for you or the fallen not from Guantanamo Bay Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Bay