"prosecute" poems
Hey flossy! Don’t offer this smile anymore
Mysterious smile torments the heart
That smile raises up the thirst.
If you agree to surrender all your mysterious smiles to me
In return I will return your love with the usury of love
And with time’s compound interest rate.
If you turn down to surrender your smile
Then know the consequences of it,
Taking incalculable stars as my co – operator
I will abduct the celestial curve moon on the land.
Hey belle! Don’t turn your face away
Tell me,
You will be the reason of how many wars,
And the cause of scrimmage amongst the juveniles?
If you don’t pay attention to me today
Then know it, You spectacular lady,
In the theater of mysterious smile
I prosecute for the execution
Of your heart snatching smile….
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
Love has some wonderful properties.
It makes you something you're not. It makes you sane and insane. It makes you humane and inhumane. It makes you sighted and blind. It makes you overly rational or illogical. It makes you somewhat childish when nothing matters. It makes you extra jealous when there's nothing.
It makes you do things you don't do. It makes you prosecute and judge your defendant, or it makes you defend your lover. Perhaps the other way around. It makes you commit ****** It makes you commit suicide. It offers you identity crisis to a certain extent, but also enough motivation, will, and power to **** just a little, somehow.
Who am I? Who am I, now? Who was I? And, who are you? Whose side are you on?
On that note, all it would take is but a feeble breeze to knock me off the edge so that I fall into endless tar. I shall sink, effortlessly, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, as the thick, obscure liquid engulfs and swallows my entire being, slowly and gently, until I'm out of breath, and perfectly erased from this world without a trace of ever having lived.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
When people are shocked when they hear
About the things you did to me
I am always met with a strange level of surprise
For many years
I led my life believing this is normal
That everyone faces some form of abuse
At some point in their life.
Maybe it's because my normal
Has always been feeling stranded
Feeling empty
Because I don't know how to feel anything else.
Maybe it's because my normal
Has been for over a decade
That this is just how things are
As though it has been viciously branded to my body.
Maybe it's because my normal
Includes me proudly exposing my scars
So I can help others heal theirs.
Maybe it's because my twisted normal
Has made this everything I see.
I cannot say that the way he touches me
Does not bring up memories of the way you violated me.
I cannot say that the smell of mushrooms
Though vile to most people
Does not bring up a specific image in my mind of your bed.
Then mixed messages tell you
"It's your fault"
"It wasn't abuse"
"He should be in jail"
"Why wouldn't you prosecute?"
"You should hate him"
And you just want to shut out the noise
So you can soundly make a decision on your own
But they keep hounding
And you lose the ability to cope
So you take a knife to your arm
And a handful of pills
So maybe you can just have silence
For once.
Parents find you
And therapy becomes crucial
In which she tells me
That I am safe
I am okay
I am fine.
However, I will never be fine
Because I can never accept what you did to me
But I have moved on because I am worth it.
Letting you control all of me
Thoughts, behaviors and actions
Is like letting you get away with this atrocity.
It's like letting you tell me this is my fault
When it's no one but your own.
Although, when people ask me why I don't hate you
It's because you do not get the satisfaction of any of my strong feelings.
However, it is also because
You were a teenager
If people knew everything I got into at fourteen
There would be some pretty incriminating details there as well.
But the main reason why I will never exert anger toward you
Is because I got over this traumatic event not by hating your existence
But by loving my own.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
I'll take it back to those dark dim light streets and start again.
I'll never look back over my cold shoulder. There is now static in the midst. Like the final curtain call of a tragic happy ending. Deranged by this false pretension that you have embedded into my beautiful flaws. Lost in my own Dark morgue holding a ciggerate in my hand. Every drag closer to my dead line, but more bliss than dying next to a harlot, liar, and trader.
Baby why couldn't of you of just trusted my word? Now just look at this mess. Your beautiful mess. My disaster. My best gentlemen suit now ruined. I can wash out the stains of regret, but not the blood on your filthy hands that isn't your own. Set the trial. Prosecute the guilty. **** the false idols and beat the cheeks of the ignorant.
Your a addict for those tall tale accusations that feed your hunger. Like the deep belly of the beast that is never satisfied. Seeking the image of your face to destroy, but your faceless to my devine perspective of a fake object I once looked up too.
Set the trial. Prosecute the guilty. **** the false idols and beat the cheeks of the ignorant.
Your beautiful mess.
My disaster.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Spoken Word Poetry.
Prosecute me.
Feed me to the wolves.
I cannot live
with what I have done to you.
I am beastly.
Pale behind the curtain.
Thick with the deceit
you have cut through.
You are calm.
In this sea of heresy.
You are the light in my day, illuminating.
That's why it's frustrating,
And grating,
When I think of us copulating.
Systematic mating.
Somewhat creating.
All because I am hating
Who you have made me in to.
This pulsating,
agitating,
being.
Alienating instead of
a l l e v i a t i n g
this excruciating complexity.
I was detonating.
And it -
it was fascinating.
Not it.
That was just penetrating.
Suffocating and terminating my bond with you.
Separating.
So that I could begin accelerating
And clearly a r t i c u l a t i n g
Who I really wanted to be.
It was i n c a p a c i t a t i n g.
And yet intoxicating.
Because you are what I want.
Despite it all.
I want you.
So prosecute me.
Please feed me to the wolves.
I cannot live with what I have done to you.
You are calm.
Whilst I am on fire.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.
Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute the war
a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel
compete for sunflower seeds.
A winter slow
to assert itself.
I can still see my mother's father and his bowl
of filberts, almonds, walnuts
quiet weekday mornings.
Both grandfathers read sports
pages religiously. I don't know
if my grandmother who gave me the
anthology of, to date, dated
unreadable poems read poetry.
I remember my mother's mother spoke
rarely as an animal.
Writing but not knowing where I'm going
unlike Joan Didion justly
cannibalizing candidates
who didn't read the Constitution, Bill of Rights or
Federalist Papers. It's late,
I have not vacuumed or shopped for food.
Instead I reread
Phil Levine's Salami.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
She was barely sixteen,
out late partying,
and intoxicated
when he came
and violated
her sacred
center.
At first, she resisted
but with his fists
he insisted.
So, stunned numb
she submitted,
laying still as a stone
that sunk
to the bottom
of a lake,
as she was forced
to endure
that horrible ****
Disgusted and ashamed,
she almost took a shower,
but unfortunately knew
if she wanted to
press charges
she’d have to keep
his ******* fluids.
So, she let them
swab and start collecting
all the samples
they would need
to prosecute.
But at her
court appointed
appearance
it soon became
apparent
that only her parents
cared about justice,
cause the judge was
quite transparent.
Even though,
he made a production
of compassion for
her suffering,
he still let
that rich man's son
off with only a
slap on the wrist,
cause the lawyer told him
he’s just a boy and
he can’t do time in
the prison system,
cause it would ruin him
and it’s not his fault because of
affluenza.
What good would it do
but ruin the lives of two,
after all they had
both been through?
Several weeks
and more than three
pregnancy tests later,
she still felt
the violation
as a remnant of him
began gestating
like and alien
inside of her.
But her church wouldn’t
let her abort the fetus
so, despite the trauma
she had to adapt
to the fact
that she was trapped.
Four weeks later
she went from
at least this life
will need her,
to cold chills,
cramps, and a fever;
From ten to
twenty-two
pounds gained
then to back down
and even lighter
then when
her pregnancy
began.
She went from
finally accepting
and preparing
to start sharing
her life
with a newborn,
to a ****** expulsion,
nausea, repulsion,
and hiding
said heartbreaking
pain in shame.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Her sole tread this earth when faith became narrow
With the sun disappearing beneath her earthly crest
And perched high up her kin bid her good morrow
Her scent revered across the land when war she laid to rest
This was Pleiades the seven studded sister rooted in love
She who prunes the shrub down to the stem
So light may cleave the soul that fell from above
And such was her beaut the beloved daughter of Shem
Cast into a world fashioned in hate
Eager to condemn and prosecute in cod
How difficult it is to welcome our heavenly fate
How can you experience your self anything less than a God
So when her lips seize to move she awaits your state
Because only your self believes your self to be flawed
Yet things and beings remain as the same
As the tree still rooted whence she sway
As the nightly stars whence she came
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Love Story
This is a love story of a different sort,
he was a ****** she was an escort.
He had the night off and feeling lonely,
eating his cheese, crackers and pepperoni.
Called a girl he once knew,
she is an escort, and making her debut.
She was there in an hour,
she was fat and he had no flour.
She told him fifty bucks, and I'm all yours,
she barely fit through any of his doors.
He said, I never knew you were a **********
she said, I didn't come here for you to prosecute.
No, no he said that's not it,
I miss hanging out, I must admit.
They talked all night, and she charged no money,
life is strange and even sometimes funny.
They both quit their illegal jobs,
every night they would make love like Gods.
After a week they got hitched,
it was like together, they got stitched.
She found a job at a bank,
he started driving an oil tank.
She exercised and lost some weight,
he said, **** baby you look great.
They lived a happy middle classed life,
but very happy as husband and wife.
They had a baby, then another,
he was a good dad, and her a good mother.
They were living happily ever after,
till he died falling off a very high rafter.
Turned their lives into shreds,
no more stitches, broken was the threads.
After a while they moved on,
finally the numbness was all gone.
She hooked up with a new man,
kids chopped him up and stuck him in a can.
They didn't want a new daddy,
mommy got depressed and again became a fatty.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Silent, when required.
Silence when needed.
Men around one another discuss events dealing with a woman.
Some men disagree with the conviction.
And all the years it took to convict if the evidence existed for decades.
We aware he attended ******* parties and why various marry men go there at the time?
Is a mystery only they can explain?
Some became mistresses and wives to movie executives and actors and athletes too.
With fame, many truly believe he didn't have to take.
Many offerings came.
These are things men's debate.
Even creating scenarios centered around the status of limitations.
About things occurred with them with violent women and mother of their child.
Should he prosecute?
Or wise up and admit it was a learning lesson for the two.
We, who had those firm disciplinary parents?
Who molded us into productive citizens?
Sure we go back to our youth and sue them for multiple whippings.
Let's remember, we in the era of the new term used in the shooting of a lot of people called "mental issues".
Hate to say it, but most black males long been told to avoid anything dealing with white women.
Oop! some just never learned this issues.
Most must recall black mothers saying them the most trouble.
Mmm Tiger.
Mmm Bill.
Get not upset any reader this is just a summary cause no man should take advantage of any form of woman.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Protest WWW..Global
Our Cries World wide..
From the USA even to the Mother lands..Africa..
Cries reaches US.
Paris France. Vancouver Canada, Germany
Visions and dreams have shown my stove is burning..
I often wondered what it could mean.
There's a fire in my kitchen, the center of where I live.
Theres a burning. In the heart of the land..
The place that feed my family.. food to survive..
As I look around my land now right in my homeland. There's fires burning..
In the hearts of man. From Injustices in the land. The killing OF another Now George Floyd Openly. Strangely for the world to see.
Now cities are burning, grenades are throwing, rubber bullets are shooting..
At us in our pains. They are arresting any and every one of us. Why..
Because we are Bleeding, so they arrest us. because we don't wanna go home.
Suffer in silence unseen. Hurt and die in our sorrow.. Obey curfews.. Used as tools to control.. what needs to be seen.
Our rights to be heard, our rights to walk it out, shout it out, All day and night with each other.
See us we want to protest, stop shooting your rubber bullets, because we don't wanna hide behind closed doors. Between 7 and 11..
We are risking Our Lives for this cause.. Risking Our health for Liberty.. Equality. Marching until our feet are bruised.
For the Rights to be free, Our Lives Matter, Our Rights matter, Our Equality Matters.
Our Humanity Matters, Stop Killing Us, Trying to Silence us.. STOP And.. Prosecute The guilty for abusing Us.
Overthrow The Powers in Authority That rule with cruelty to humanity. Especially to People like me. I want the rights to Express myself Openly, Our tears for the world to see. I want all people to have liberty.
In Our Pains why must you treat us so roughly, so disrespectfully. rubber bullets, gas grenades, smokes and flares, We people are already wounded, already feeling down, already fed up, already exhausted, already disrespected already getting killed.. You won't lift us up give us a caring hand.. Us against those racist against us.. Way Over fed Up.
We are Thanking every color in America and world wide.. that Protest On Our side. Thank You.
Willing to fight and be heard and demand for changes for our kind, and all of mankind.
That's been denied..
Justice for US.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Waited for the right moment to let this go.
Didn't know I was going to end up turning on the wrong road.
Running away from all the things left unsaid.
Broke the pen caught up in the ink that bled.
I'm chasing a star in the sky that may no longer be there.
There's a connection, a thread that's drawing me in.
I am a fish bound by natural attraction
and hooked by a mindless decision.
This is the way I am
Do you prosecute me so?
I remain seamless and you've got me for sure.
Trickery is to be at hand and that hand you hold so high.
Hold me high to let me fall.
The ground broke the crash landing.
How heavy that burden were to be if dropped on your shoulders.
It would be justice for me to see you crumble, to see you small.
But I am not going to let these regrets drown me.
I am putting this past behind me so that I can untie myself from the ground
And float on, baby I need to float on.
I may think of you from time to time.
But I'm on fire and I have no one to put me out.
So I'm waiting on time to burn me down.
To ashes and from the ashes I will arise with change.
When I'm done you're to be sure to remember my name.
I have to let this all go.
And this is the best time for the show.
So when my mind turns fragile be the last touch to spiderweb the cracks until it finally shatters.
At peace I will be.
At last finally at last at peace I will be
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
They say the road to hell,
is paved with good intentions,
like the cherry tree split in two dimensions.
Here comes a rain storm,
so we'll see,
how that Great Man, begins to flee.
Uncle Sam says, I want you.
You want me to die,
in a battle of crude oil and some glue?
**** that **** I begin to cry,
all the while they begin to fly,
to the other side of the desert.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
The children speak to their families now,
Why mom, why dad?
Must I despise that towel head?
Yes dear, they softly speak,
they hit us first so now we freak,
the **** out, and glass em, til they speak.
No more.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Freedom and democracy, Uncle Sam cries,
Don't let their tyrrany make you shy,
stand up for your right to live and lie.
Terrorists they call them,
Oh, that much is true. True, true,
So that gives us the right to prosecute.
Those that resist.
Are terrorists themselves, says the NDAA,
let's incarcerate them without a trial today,
off to GTMO, on you go.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
You can take that to the bank he says,
that ebony clad man, dressed to please,
denies himself and his liberty.
They are armed with nucular weapons,
that balding man spits,
and down we go into the pit.
Of Hell-fire and brimstone.
Is what they preach,
to the masses, let's wash their brains in bleach!
You like it that way, modern Bushido man.
You slave, you sheep, you ignorant twip.
It's okay. I don't blame you,
most of what I have to say,
falls on deaf ears anyway.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
neglected terrified animals with blank stares
move humans to action
a stance to stop this
we prosecute these humans that brake the code
yet we allow young beautiful women to be treated the same
with no repercussions
young beautiful wild powerful tigresses
broken over time till blank obedient stares
family, communities, society sits and watch
the husband praised and hailed
wow what a contradiction
and you ask me to marry?
why would i choose to live forever in a cage?
i choose to be wild and free
to live as god intended for me
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
The thing is
The system don’t give
Two *****
If you did it
Quotas and budgets
Require them
To prosecute
Innocent men
Looking for numbers
Not trying to solve
The problems
They got all the power
And you wonder why
I am slightly unnerved by them
Justice is just an illusion
Suits and robes
Don’t make right
All that money
That goes to them
Now you know why
I question how they decide
What to do with my life
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
You hide in the shadows.
And speak about the crime.
While he walks around smiling with his denials.
You have flash back of a terrible attack.
He walks around with selected memory.
You now don't trust a single man.
While he pretends you were in agreement of the ***
Which now has you seeing a therapist.
Seperate therapist.
And we refer to him as the ******
Let him not win.
Stand up.
And prosecute him.
Even if he's a friend or part of the family.
Hide no longer in the shades of darkness.
Cause he will feel he placed you there.
Where you're hiding behind fake makeup and hair?
Use the system to the fullest of the rules.
Let him feel you're the hunter chasing him to face his punishment.
Weak you is not.
Weak you shouldn't be.
Show your bravery as you show your face.
And watch his guilt catches up to him.
As he serve time for his crime.
As you leave the shadows places behind.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
Take any negative and turn it into a positive.
When a child is sad uplift their spirits to smile.
Not solely because they are a child.
But because a defeat spirit defeat anyone purpose.
Yes, up lift them.
When you notice an abuse woman.
Don't stay silent.
For you might be that savior she needed to uplift her.
Within our society presently.
Too many quiet voices stands trying to cover up from abuse by a man.
**** from a spouse, or lover or an acquaintance.
And not to be sexist-even from some women.
Uplift them to stand up to prosecute them.
Some hides in the shadow of fear.
While these predators hurts another.
We must be concern about them bringing shame to another.
Don't speak these words, if you don't believe in the truth of them.
Treat people the way you want to be treated.
No good manners ever led you to shame.
It's the opposite.
It more likely led you to be respected.
Uplift those that's insecure.
Because many times they just need someone to push them.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
On the poster, outside Aldi, it
states that the O'Byrnes family
saved 347 Euros this month.
What was not mentioned, is,
Mrs O'Byrne who is known
to the Police, is a seasoned
shoplifter, she has been banned
from Dunne's Stores, Tesco and
more recently, at Lidl on The Park.
A Spokesperson for Aldi has
acknowledged that The O’Byrnes
were actually caught in the act
with 347 Euros of product, but
rather than prosecute, they opted
for the benefits from advertising.
The O’Byrnes have moved their
operation and are now shopping
a Dan O’Mahony’s riverside store.
I met them there yesterday.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
“The human races from which great nations
with a broad & progressive culture emerged
that has influenced all of ancient & modern
history to this day, and of which many very
talented nations & still vibrant & progressing —
[these great races number only two]:
_the Semites_ & the Indo-Europeans _or Aryans_.”
- Joseph Klausner
Klausner had earlier used the term “savage”
in his book “Ha’adam Hakadmon”
(“Prehistoric Man”), on the foundations of anthropology,
published in Warsaw in 1900 by Tushiya Press.
There Klausner referred to Sigismond Zaborovsky’s work
“The Prehistoric Man,” published in French in 1878;
a pair of books on the prehistoric age
written by Moriz Hoernes & published
in German in 1892 and 1897, as well
as on works by race researchers
like Karl Penka, author of “The Aryan Origin” (1886)
& Ludwig Wilser, author of “The Origin of the Germans” (1885)
& “The Prehistoric Origins of the Aryans” (1899).
Decades before the Nazis, Penka
& Wilser laid the groundwork
for the racial doctrines glorifying
the purity and supremacy of the Aryan race;
Klausner’s book was a collection of excerpts
from these works, translated into Hebrew;
a Jewish diaspora
who coalesced during the Holy Roman
Empire around the end of the first millennium;
Ashkenazi Jewish intelligence, often referred
to as the "Jewish Genius" is a subject that
explores why Ashkenazi Jews tend to have
[Marx, Freud, Einstein & Hollywood formulating a Judeo-centered worldview
posing as atheism: Neitzche's
pronouning the Death of YHWH, buried
beside his son; both graves empty;
the Jews rejecting Christ: a higher intelligence
than all other ethnic [despite the prevalent
myth, evidence indicates actual
Ashkanazi are more or less borderline ********
the "Ashkanazi Genius" surviving
solely in the poetry of Bob Dylan;
groups and excel disproportionately in many
[Jung also rejected this covert Zionism]
fields, and has been an occasional subject
of scientific controversy;
The average IQ score of Ashkenazi
Jews has been calculated to be from
a range of 110–115, significantly higher
than any other ethnic group in the world;
Today's Ashkenazi Jews suffer from
a number of congenital diseases and
mutations at higher rates than most
other ethnic groups
Ashkenazi Jews, also known as
Ashkenazic Jews or simply Ashkenazim
(Hebrew: אַשְׁכְּנַזִּים, Ashkenazi Hebrew
pronunciation: [ˌaʃkəˈnazim], singular:
[ˌaʃkəˈnazi], Modern Hebrew: [aʃkenaˈzim,
aʃkenaˈzi]; also יְהוּדֵי אַשְׁכְּנַז Y'hudey Ashkenaz):
Ashkenazi students in West Bank school
protest against end of Sephardi-Ashkenazi
segregation; Ministry threatens to prosecute parents.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
i should be sleeping
all
the
t i m e
with that type of logic -
if -
i live in public
does that make me homeless ?
if -
the government steals my identity
how can i prosecute who stole it ?
i'm an open
book - chapter 1
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
A weakness is a weakness and mine is peaking into
submission like being sacrificial in whatever this world is,
upper body strength with more flaws than that of a girl who doesn't have
a care in the world weather or not they know that she gets around with high
hopes of a better future way ahead for her and her family,
same basic concept when i aim to be an author in a corrupted society exposing
everything because they poison everything , do you get what I'm saying?
We have all been in some kind of sin engulfing us in flames begging God
to at least loosen the chains of any agony , please set me free,
don't wanna have a sign on my head because of my skin saying roadkill,
don't get whats up with that deal.
A Fight is always a fight even when against the corporals
leaning on the people to just help for confirmation but they're
too busy with being brainwashed and battered from a force
unseen in a world so ***** but yet so clean summing up the the masses scenes,
We work for a lot and then we die for a lot, did you know Job in Hebrew Means
Prosecute?
She had a baby yesterday and doesn't worry about today because she has it
in her mind that shes not through,
with all the partying and popping pills in a nightclub that I'm pretty sure is owned
by a gang too,
Have better life choices because you don't know when the devil will be
knocking at the door for you.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
You do not expect your nation to prosecute an illegal war
that dishonour is reserved for other countries
after all you are taught that you are the good guys
and everyone else on the planet is going to hell,
"God is on our side" they all shouted, and God buried his face in his hands.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
It must be great to be an officer of law enforcement to serve and protect.
Even if you're surrounded among bad apples.
The cops that racist and get caught up in crime.
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
The cops that wrongly **** suspects and the juries support them.
When evidence of facts convicts them.
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
Notice, something here?
Sometimes you wonder who the real criminals?
The District Attorney like many judges works for the same division called law.
And most likely not brave enough to make those tough decisions to prosecute.
As long as they resign they won't be prosecuted to injustice.
For rapes
For keeping drug dealers money
For spousal abuse
For violating suspects rights
Even for being slightly racist
For hardly anything.
It's great to be a police officer.
Until the city gets sued and lose.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
The caucigger that could, they call me with contempt,
as their president that 'can't' calls our country's
covid-19 testing a "badge of honor", when the usa has
4 % of the world's populace, yet 30 % of the world's
deaths from pandemic. While States like AZ and OH
are "stopping testing" to stop the 'bad news' of
extreme outbreaks of corona in meat packing plants,
nursing homes and prisons, which have been forced to
be defacto concentration camps, because workers aren't
allowed ppe's, social distancing, proper testing and
are threatened with arrest if they don't go to work.
I've never suffered, nor suffered from, normal, the
northern malaise, euro-centrism, nor academia, a blood
disease, yet, the united **** of assassin's populace is
by going along to get along, hoping to not be coronaed.
This while their grandparents are being exterminated
at a higher rate than the lower-middle-class to poor,
40 % of covid deaths, and that could easily be stopped.
The Gov't won't stop it because that's one of the main
reasons that they organically introduced the virus to
wildlife markets in Wuhan. You see the repubs haven't
been able to "privatize" S.S. for 15 years, so they've
'legal-like' pandemiced them to steal their life, S.S..
As well, the global axi of supposed power, East, West,
headed up by Putin, his puppets, and **** of Utin, are
totally back in charge, dictating that "the world must
return to normalcy, open up too soon", to cement the
permanence of corona as a tool of extermination. The
global oligarchy will be able to use to modulate their
'final solution', the extermination of all life for $,
ending their humane problems, freedom, voting, rights.
So the replacing of orga, workers with mecha, robots,
automation will be forced to proceed regardless, the
terrorism of tens of millions extra murdered ending
resistance to the climate crisis. Prosecute, execute
the pigs, frontliners in their swine's flu war on you.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 11:43 PM UTC