"plutocracy" poems
No country’s history makes us proud.
It is mere exploitation and colonization.
the poor were suppressed and oppressed.
The rich reveled in utmost luxury
And the weak lived in extreme penury.
The kings were fond of eulogy
And the poets excelled themselves in their elegy.
In the countries like India, the money was looted
the temples were plundered, and the system was blundered
And her progress was greatly hindered
Slowly the kings and kingdoms vanished
the so called democracies and socialism flourished
the bureaucracy and plutocracy replaced autocracy
Corruption and criminality maintained their status quo
After Independence, a new class emerged in India.
They became the rulers in the name of democracy.
There have been un-imaginable scandals
Money reached the Swiss bank like pearls in the ocean
India is a poor country but the Indians are rich
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
DEMOCRACY-PLUTOCRACY-BUREAUCRACY
OUR DESIRE TO HAVE A DEMOCRACY
HAS VEERED TOWARD A FETID PLUTOCRACY
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKIN'
IT'S THE MONEY THAT'S STINKIN'
IN THE POCKETS OF OUR "ELECTED" BUREAUCRACY
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
American Democracy
is setting a trend:
American Democracy
is a Sitcom, or perhaps a Game Show
of demagogic, narcissistic sociopaths
tricking and manipulating the Public
via various sources in a highly consolidated Media industry
into thinking they vote for a particular flavor of Tyranny
when in reality Today's flavor of Tyranny is all decided for you
because the burden of Choice is far too stressful
for the Moderner without proper medication,
and the power of Choice may require some sort of educated critical Thinking,
some sort of re-edification
which is far too much for us to handle
in this socially sanctioned doped-up state
and with such an intentionally failing Education system
from K through 12 and beyond.
With American Democracy,
We have a grand Illusion of Choice.
It's so convincing that many believe the Illusion is True.
(Sort of like hew we think of Reality, but with Choice of Government!)
For American Democracy,
They don't want mass Education.
They don't want mass Edification.
They don't want Critical Thinking;
Those things prevent a Control by few.
In American Democracy,
They intentionally destroy progresses made, like Rights,
They perpetuate stigmas about things like genders and the concept of "race" itself
They propagate Terror as their Sheeple scream from the sidelines for more
They defile the sanctity of Human Experience, of Reality itself
and chain us to a system that benefits only a few
while destroying everything else,
like Climate and Environment.
These Demagogues are Satan, if Satan is real:
They tempt us with the things we don't need,
filling us with Stress, Desires, Prejudices and Fears,
and ceaselessly wage war on institutions of Education,
all the while keeping us from finding the things we already have within each of us.
This System of American Democracy
has degraded into a corrupted fractal
of the ages-old ways of Tyranny and Terror:
Aristocracy, Plutocracy,
Patriarchy, Oligarchy,
Kleptocracy, Demagoguery,
Bankocracy, Corporatocracy,
Fascism;
Tell me,
What is the ******* difference?
I mean,
even Adolf ****** was elected democratically
under the pretense of "Change"
then, for weeks later, suspended civil rights indefinitely
after a likely false-flag 'attack' on the Reichstag in 1933,
(for which the Nazis blamed the communists.)
under the pretense of "Security":
Demagoguery runs Amok
Among disedified Minds.
They say "Freedom" and "Democracy"
as if it vindicates their Totalitarianism.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Can you please save me?
I am drowning.
I am drowning in the land of the free and home of the...
(wait, what was that last part again?)
We had so much potential...
We saved the world.
We cared for it gently.
Now that has been shoved to the side.
I am drowning in this dystopian plutocracy.
I can't breathe over the advertisements.
My lungs are filled with empty words.
I sink into the static...
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Subjugated by the
Not-so-loyal subjects:
Mind | Body | Spirit
Incongruencies
None knowing their place
Poor leadership
I'll bet I can mind my way to a better place
Better try
Plutocracy
So I grant citizenship
To my cunning and intellect
It works but
After a time vibrancy
Fades
So I call in Spirit
In the spirit of Theocracy
Spiritual matters prevail
But I've forgotten to eat
For two days
So I give Body
A seat at the table
Now we have a democracy
Or do we?
Remnants of the Plutocracy
Gave cunning a vote
So we reorganize
Into a meritocracy
< - - 3 pools - - >
Mind ~ Body ~ Spirit
3 votes
Something still isn't working
So I ruminate
Think
Pray
Chastise
And turn things upside
Down
A king should be subjugated
The best leadership
Is invisible
A
True leader
Follows
Their own path
I (the person) am ground
I am the intersect
I am the crossroads for
Mind ~ Body ~ Spirit
I am the King
And
I
Follow
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
There was a big boom once
Population dynamics are intrin-
sic functions of gumption
and big booms echo in eternity.
I look at the industrial revolution
through infrared filters
to parameterize the haze of our lives using
a kaleidoscope landmarking
technique andor technology
where the function of plutocracy
(and it is taking shape)
while it resonates on post-reformations
and pre-modernisms
How do you like them schizms?
Living the religion of
capital ~ ism
and paying homage on prayer mats of
blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers
through our blue collar dollars and
masonry jars and crossroads guitars
(and between the bars)
of our own creation.
Now moving toward remediation
and un-plebiation.
I cried vermouth and reconciliation while
they expunged truth and trylobytes.
The inevitability always bubbles up.
And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017
Ricky and Julian and Bubbles
pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey.
(within the mystery of our own creation)
Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Freedom
or Free Doom?
we're under the same sun
but live by a different moon;
"America, my America
why have you gone away?"
a common thing to say
in this strange and dark new day
"America, my America
where do you lie today?"
in the memories of those
who've come and passed away
"America, my America
why have you gone astray?"
because I only exist in stories
of those who Rule the day,
textbook tales recount great men
and quill pens
but ignore the larger story
of illiterate Farmer Ben
"America, my America
what have you got to say?"
only that I'm sorry
that my symbol striped and starry
has held far too much sway
what if our "democracy"
has always been a plutocracy
and the "genius" Founding Fathers
were just a new aristocracy
wouldn't that be
the most awful hypocrisy?
if the story of my birth
is just as much a lie
as the tale of creation
by an old man in the sky
then why, oh why
do they continue to cry
"America, my America
my country tis of thee"
when in fact I never was
the place they want to be
Americans, my Americans
why do you ask of me?
the things you've always done yourselves
in spite of powers that be
Americans, my Americans
arise, awake, remember
that they never gave you anything
that they willfully surrendered
Americans, my Americans
never forget your past
though the years may pass you by
like sand in an hourglass
Americans, my Americans
I am just a dream
that in your hearts and minds
you do choose to believe
Americans, my Americans
arise, awake, remember!
and Tomorrow we will forge
a World of peace and splendor
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 10:14 AM UTC
He broadcasts a misprint offender.
He is advised to question plutocracy.
He is deformed at birth and then again later.
He goes to war with a violin case as a a weapon.
He grabs all the paintings off the wall at once.
He is in an art museum.
He is in a grassroots rebellion against the free market society.
He is crashing a boat into the Pentagon.
He is chewing on a metal bottle cap and his teeth are all breaking off.
He is not allowed into the back seat of his own car.
He is watching a play from very far.
He yawns in a diner.
He lies in his bed.
Everyone overwhelms a giant.
Everyone recovers the disappointing vehicle throughout the famine.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
He broadcasts a misprint offender.
He is advised to question plutocracy.
He is deformed at birth and then again later.
He goes to war with a violin case as a a weapon.
He grabs all the paintings off the wall at once.
He is in an art museum.
He is in a grassroots rebellion against the free market society.
He is crashing a boat into the Pentagon.
He is chewing on a metal bottle cap and his teeth are all breaking off.
He is not allowed into the back seat of his own car.
He is watching a play from very far.
He yawns in a diner.
He lies in his bed.
Everyone overwhelms a giant.
Everyone recovers the disappointing vehicle throughout the famine.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
Me
You
Him
Her
Every human
That does occur
Eastern
Western
Black
White
Sisters
Brothers
Together we stand
Together we fight
Corruption
Contamination
Manipulation
Plutocracy
Our governments
Our supposed leaders
The criminal mind at large
Who preach historic hypocrisy
Culture
Class
Creed
Cult
Clan
Designed
Dictated
By another's plan
Me
You
Him
Her
Every human
That does occur
Our planet
Our land
Our rights
Our time
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
.
The jungle holds the answers
But we are afraid
•
• •
•
And
Are we ready to apologize (?)
•
So much damage has been done !
( As deep as even
THE WILL TO SURVIVE )
)(
()
)(
we are remnants of some celestial creation
Left over
Rag dolls
Toys of some plutocracy
Some sociopathic murderers
)(
Come !
Let's get the ****
Outta here
If we still can
//
Thus it is
We must unite and fight if we would live
As the gentle creatures a god did create
.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Hope
This parade is a charade
jaded by pride as relief.
It is temporary; transitory;
the celebration of joy
as a passion; not the recognition
of respect as reward earned
when learned; not the sustained
refrain of prosperity for people.
My life had been weakened by grief;
my years made feeble by tears and sorrow.
Strength had failed me because of affliction.
My bones had felt brittle from age.
I had been seen as a threat by my neighbors;
a source of sadness for family and friends;
an object to be reviled or pitied by enemies.
People avoided me when they saw me in the street.
I was deeply troubled by debt.
My eye was consumed by tears and fears;
my throat by dust and doubt.
I put my trust in your purpose.
Freedom is worth the risk.
I would have been forgotten
had I not presumed to speak of love.
I would have been cast aside;
Useless as a broken ***
Those who live in the name of love are blessed.
The wind blows.
A lip quivers.
Whispers weave
around the cheers.
Fear pushes for panic
to oppose sedation for elation.
Anxiety returns like a rip tide.
Hope is imposed on desperation.
Doubt hounds the imposition.
Plutocracy is perusing the addition
of homicide to war and genocide;
to subtract from dissent.
What's one more crime? they chime.
Time is in our hands.
Rescue the future
from their plan;
from those who seek
to destroy opposition.
Shine with warmth upon others.
Let love be our salvation.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
a plutocracy
rules best from the shadows of
mediocracy
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
We have a platform called social, economic, and political relief
But we must listen and move forward ourselves
We've trusted those with no eyes to deviate paths for and from us
So we stand holding the bag of promises we never made them keep
I put you here, we put you here
So yes you should respond to our critical demands
Where are our policies as this ship slowly sinks
We stare at the bags of promises you gave us
Give them back!
We built this
But you want to tear it down because your ego has a mind of it's own
And this "constitutional republic" represents its self as a "democracy"
Yet clearly a "plutocracy" and "oligarchy"
Remember people.....
Stop letting promises that will never be sought get away
Its complete disgrace in the face of those civilized enough to know its implications
Lobby for and enforce justified statutes and laws by your own admission
READ THIS NOW
Do something
or something could be done to you
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
*silent eroticisms in the shadows of daffodils
make our plea to the plutocracy that bleeds us
salvation waits upon the station’s furthest platform
for its train to depart
a miserable situation to be left without compensation
i have no doubt you are suffering dearly
from everything that went down
women are weaving bracelets
talismans made from hair, nails and rope
soap and sandalwood caress our souls
in cleanliness we find solace
as our weapons of separation
disappear down drains of hope
in retrograde venus renamed herself
open are the skies
open like the folds of skin between her eyes
ulterior power sources
song pirates sing of dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward she may open it for a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
turquoise symmetry off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers
i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanoes our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally*
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC