"kakistocracy" poems
PREACHER MAN
What use is of a sound?
Which fails to marry the dancer step
What good is of a song
Which does not appeal to the ear
What good is a sermon
Which does not remind man of empyrean
A singer is as good as his song
A preacher is as good as his sermon
But what good use is both him and his handwork
When they are egregious
With no iota of morality
Sermon that is mendacious
Therefore, preach me no more your sermon of insanity
Because when you preach it
I see lugubrious faces of men of my race
Because when you preach it
I see deluge of blood of slaughtered men of my nation
Because when you preach it
I hear the wailing of the native of the street
Preach me not the sermon of democracy
Also when you ring the gingle of your sermon into my hearing
The death of justice and truth
Rings in chambers of my mind
Preach me not the sermon of democracy
When it is kakistocracy
Preach me not the sermon of bravery
When they are never seen
Preacher man
Preach me not your sermon
Until it is innoxious
By
Ayodeji Lawson lawmyk
©2018
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC
With the inhalation of bullets,
as a diversion and a force to forget,
and have a neglection of
the one baptized as supreme,
then yells exigency at the pointless.
all and sundry overhead
are run by the dullards,
whose power was never absolute,
had an opportunity to resolute.
Beloved land of democracy,
whom produced kakistocracy.
To all and sundry dux:
“ad infernum apud vos”
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
They marched together; they marched strong,
With flags, signs, and banners waving.
They marched in sun, snow, and rain
To speak out for rights and causes worth saving.
The Women's March on Washington
Became a world phenomenon
Occurring in seven continents.
May the powerful memory live on!
Women, men, and children with
Determination undeterred
Peacefully rallied together,
Letting their mighty voices be heard.
Echoing through the cities' canyons
And filling city parks and squares,
Their voices loudly demanded that leaders
Listen to democracy's heirs.
When people's rights are under attack,
When greed-driven politicians
Bow to Wall Street and corporations,
Ignoring the struggling people's petitions,
The people then must raise their voices
And hope that their peaceful protest starts
A major shift in understanding--
A positive change in lawmakers' hearts.
The protesters clearly spoke:
We must protect democracy
From the threatening ravages
Of plutoc-, corpoc-, or kakistocracy.
Onward, marchers. Don't give up.
You have a voice; let it ring
From east to west, from north to south.
Sing out, people! Sing! Sing!
- by Bob B (1-22-17)
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
They marched together; they marched strong,
With flags, signs, and banners waving.
They marched in sun, snow, and rain
To speak out for rights and causes worth saving.
The Women's March on Washington
Became a world phenomenon
Occurring on seven continents.
May the powerful memory live on!
Women, men, and children with
Determination undeterred
Peacefully rallied together,
Letting their mighty voices be heard.
Echoing through the cities' canyons
And filling city parks and squares,
Their voices loudly demanded that leaders
Listen to democracy's heirs.
When people's rights are under attack,
When greed-driven politicians
Bow to Wall Street and corporations,
Ignoring the struggling people's petitions,
The people then must raise their voices
And hope that their peaceful protest starts
A major shift in understanding--
A positive change in lawmakers' hearts.
The protesters clearly spoke:
We must protect democracy
From the threatening ravages
Of plutoc-, corpoc-, or kakistocracy.
They'll march again in 2018.
They'll march to show that it has never
Been more urgent, for now there are
More reasons to march than ever.
Onward, marchers. Don't give up.
You have a voice; let it ring
From east to west, from north to south.
Sing out, people! Sing! Sing!
(1-22-17, 1-13-18) By Bob B
*This is an update and reposting of my Jan 2017 poem
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC