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"snowden" poems
If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
*******
If we lived in a non-judgmental world, where social norm were a blank slate free of preconceptions and expectations, a world in which it was traditional to be liberal, what would you do? Would you work this hard or drive fast cars? Would you read 50 Shades of Grey in the train? Would you still cry in the rain? Would you be outgoing or spend more time alone? Would you laugh at funerals and never mourn? Would you wear your pyjamas for Sunday mass? Would you identify yourself with the working class? Would you use two forks or wear socks with flip flops? Would you avoid dating jocks? Would you take up smoking or marry young? Would you tattoo your face and pierce your tongue? Would you work as a stripper whilst being a nun? Would you form a jihad against wars and guns? Would you become straight, forget how to pray or wish your first born son were gay? Would you ever fake an ****** or admit you like it rough? Would you follow the stars and lucky charms leaving all life's decisions to luck? Would you believe in evolution and gravity, or argue we're heavy people with sticky feet? Would you avoid salad or order tofu? Would you try to go up a dress size or two? Would you give to charity or take up a sport? Would you sell your house and buy a boat? Would you order expensive wines or write poems that did not rhyme? What would you do? Perhaps you simply wouldn't have a clue, for we appear to have forgotten how to be true. So when ever a Miley comes like a wrecking ball we unite to share our disbelief and loathe. As we did to Snowden and Jesus Christ, we mock and torture and crucify. The UN, CIA and the Vatican unite, to teach us how to lead our lives. For when someone somewhere breaks a norm that someone somewhere has formed it has become a universal priority for the former to be conformed. Perhaps in this non-judgmental world, we might decide to start judging each other...
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Tis' what we read on the papers Tis' what we see on the television Their vision and perceptions Their stereotypes and plans What is the truth? Tell me, show me, down in the valley Tell me, show me the reflection of the river Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists Who are they? Those who claim to be the heroes Those that aim to pain the human race Those whose politics is like poly-tricks Those who control the media and sell reality In the galaxy whisper....... Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world *Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again* Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse A reflection in the mirror glare It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky they will eradicate you from the facade institution Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption Attack their gravity of lies ?? My beautiful people, I am sick of the system My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
The gravity of terrorism (Additional Audio Available
Tis' what we read on the papers Tis' what we see on the television Their vision and perceptions Their stereotypes and plans What is the truth? Tell me, show me, down in the valley Tell me, show me the reflection of the river Tell me, show me the hope I long to touch Tell me, show me the wicked terrorists Who are they? Those who claim to be the heroes Those that aim to pain the human race Those whose politics is like poly-tricks Those who control the media and sell reality In the galaxy whisper....... Whisper, as these mercenaries are ruthless Whisper, as these crazed creatures rule the world *Whisper, as these ***** sell the same old story again* Whisper, as these lies they give are well spent to confuse A reflection in the mirror glare It's not ironic that my fuse is blowing in trips It's not a rant, but open the wider realms and eyes Its not a truth but the hamster wheel they rotate It's not a lie that the manipulation they fixate aches Edward Snowden, John Lennon, Noam Chomsky, Bob Marley Whisper because if you speak loud as Snowden they won't pardon but promise to crucify your flesh Whisper because if you speak as John Lennon they will sacrifice your fresh to the turbulent rivers Whisper because if you speak loud as Noam Chomsky they will eradicate you from the facade institution Whisper because if you sing the truth as Bob Marley they will put you in a volcano as it cries eruption Attack their gravity of lies ?? My beautiful people, I am sick of the system My body is weak and my soul denied it's nature My mind knows that it is ridiculous, the blues My heart rules but it is slowed by the dishonesty My beautiful people, I am you, you are me, we are we My tongue justified as it tears cloud in the dark alleys My lungs are deprived of the radiant oxygenated air My all knows that the democracy they sail is an autocracy
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How would the best user friendly widget stay that way in a profit incentive? The physical products escape this unseen (They're thrown out en masse when profit fades) The internet’s been a slow fade from revolutionary layouts and interaction to the bare minimum you could tolerate Today most are conditioned not to bat an eye when the most trusted news sites are filled with grotesquely glitching ads that look worse than a 2001 spam virus Selling sweatshirts with an incomprehensible automated message containing your last name Then it switches to threats the FBI wants to take over my machine Such is life today Ignoring what we think we can
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Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 11:12 AM UTC
A Tear for Ed Snowden
A scholar to change the human view to make sense of twas, thou and than. either shouting in the street through a mask or preaching through the screen to those still ignorant. Maybe a congressman to strike at the heart, to burst from within scattered in gore and gold. or just one more journalist, one more stab at the sour core. the flag bearer will fall time and time again Brown, Snowden, Hammond. they are not martyrs, they are victors, the idea will never die with you carry your flag through the hail of arrogance and evil, through the fog of the ignorance and hate, till you pearce the blackened heart, and the last thing they'll see is your rosy cheeks.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Flag Bearer
I realised I couldn't make change, So I stopped trying to make it, Now I walk past outstretched hands, Born to make mistakes. To take the time to discover the world before we lived in today, That exists before us, There so much more, But have those ancestors ever mattered less. The history lesson Feels like detention, People careless now than they ever did before And that's no metaphor, For peace or freedom, Emancipated in the dawn of mind But will my generation make more change than the one before. We heard Cassius clay, Make that change - from his slave name to rounding an army - Followers Muhammad Ali. We heard Malcolm X, Make that change, People looking at him strange when he took aim at the oppressors. We heard Marcus Garvey, Make that change, Force thoughts through a better day, To escape that pain. We all heard Snowden, Make that change, Expose the corrupt, But he's the one they want to put it in to chains. We heard Bob Marley, Trying making that change, Emancipate from mental slavery, Of the mistakes our ancestors made. Now it's time for you and I, To make that change, Follow in the footsteps that were left to guide the way.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Make that change
To the top you gotta go far Shortcuts only lead to cut short Couple drops to the bottom I left the local bar Another day another night fire burns like a torch I know the thrill is a sport To many wrong turns on the wrong path and I'm in court Plus the ref ***** ***** rigged now its got me all outta sorts Can't quit a mission James never hit abort Bonds when i swing White when I sing, a young lion like Barry wit a 40 on the porch I don't give a **** about a thing Stressing over every little thing Really just wanna spread my wings **** being cliche **** playing safe each day you can't live free this way So it's my way or you can hit the traffic on the freeway See my vibes a cool breeze wit a lil Hayes Soul man wit a shaft that'll make em say **** the DEA and the CCA Perfect GPA, so shawtys high grade Give her protein to build the muscles in the brain ...9 lives but I leave the ***** slain Mastering this lion in a cage that's untamed Thought I was insane til I learned bout chi **** meditating to get free See we're all the same but all unique I've been in a daze for 9 months and weeks Smacking myself to see if I'm asleep The NSA surveilling all the sheep Stand your ground law but what about peace Eric Snowden was just the slightest breach Gotta do this to heal the soul i dont preach
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Whose Wrong and Whose Right
Edward Snowden for President
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Citizenfour
Last July was the hottest month, ever. That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather. The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed; I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather, Or whether we’ll all perish together. Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets. That is, The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle. The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat; Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle, For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled. My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads. An impending sense of dread, As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods, And reach for the lever. A sordid reality in which to save the planet, One must fight one’s own government; A reality in which we may have done permanent damage, A reality in which valour gets no monuments, But only condemnation and incarceration.   Remember these names: Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US. Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him. Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison. Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999. Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year. Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right. Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years. Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old. Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking. Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines. Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons. This list is basically endless. It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page, Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage. Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness. Oppression and a lack of caution, Leading us to this dumb mess. This can no longer be the norm. We can no longer conform, Nor can we compromise or haggle; We must reverse our own demise, For this is our generation’s battle.
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
Climate Grief
Last July was the hottest month, ever. That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather. The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed; I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather, Or whether we’ll all perish together. Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets. That is, The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle. The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat; Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle, For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled. My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads. An impending sense of dread, As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods, And reach for the lever. A sordid reality in which to save the planet, One must fight one’s own government; A reality in which we may have done permanent damage, A reality in which valour gets no monuments, But only condemnation and incarceration.   Remember these names: Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US. Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him. Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison. Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999. Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year. Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right. Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years. Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old. Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking. Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines. Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons. This list is basically endless. It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page, Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage. Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness. Oppression and a lack of caution, Leading us to this dumb mess. This can no longer be the norm. We can no longer conform, Nor can we compromise or haggle; We must reverse our own demise, For this is our generation’s battle.
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a preventive lore from the government to keep the public quiet, and Snowden locked away. curiosity didn't **** the cat-- it killed freedom.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
"curiosity killed the cat."
Merlyn’s First Prophecy by Michael R. Burch Vortigern commanded a tower to be built upon Snowden, but the earth would churn and within an hour its walls would cave in. Then his druid said only the virginal blood of a fatherless son, recently shed, would ever hold the foundation. “There is, in Caer Myrrdin, a faery lad, a son with no father; his name is Merlyn, and with his blood you would have your tower.” So Vortigern had them bring the boy, the child of the demon, and, taciturn and without joy, looked out over Snowden. “To **** a child brings little praise, but many tears.” Then the mountain slopes rang with the brays of Merlyn’s jeers. “Pure poppycock! You fumble and bumble and heed a fool. At the base of the rock the foundations crumble into a pool!” When they drained the pool, two dragons arose, one white and one red, and since the old druid was blowing his nose, young Merlyn said: “Vortigern is the white, Ambrosius the red; now, watch, indeed.” Then the former died as the latter fed and Vortigern peed. Originally published by Celtic Twilight Keywords/Tags: King Arthur, Arthurian, Merlin, round table, knights, Ambrosius, Vortigern, dragons
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
Merlyn’s First Prophecy
Do we really say time brings change Can we say it heals wounds Can we say it breaks chains Can we see us moving forward Or do we only see the pain Is there an answer to these questions Or do we just lie and wait As the weight of our burdens bear down on our claims Do we even have a voice when they aint listen to the tapes Do we even have a story if they just flip past the page Can we even share secrets when the ground full of snakes Do we chase every leak til were flooded with disdain Does justice mean extortion why did snowden run away Is corruption the focus when minorities are slayed Are elections even fair if the poor man getting paid To give his votes to the bigot that put him there in the first place Is the seed that were planting ever sprouting something great Or are we giving them a melting world and telling them to skate Is realness an illusion cause being woke is just a trend Do i sound like a fool Spouting words without end Cause just like sway im clueless Im just speeding round the bend Hoping i dont end up like schuma confined to his bed But if i do itll be the only rest i ever get You get the rest.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Disappointment
Like Upton on fungal brain Jungles, I speak it The deepest state secret, like Snowden I leak it On Wikis more tricky than Dicky’s fiat Money bloodied, tick tock the livestock market rot As the eagle lie nester’s internment investors Drop freedom on chemical weapons-grade testers These A. Smith’n westers who don’t lift a finger To hijack your minds with it itchin’ the trigger Then burning cross names off of Madoff Hit lists To redistrict restrictions like cuffs around wrists... As 3/5th ye Old Hicks still insist that it’s fixed By the millions of ALIEN votes that exist The same gips enlist Contras to slaughter the poor Till this livin’ Hell Salvador’s dyin’ for more Of that Hindu Kush ghoul so azul in Kabul The brown jewel that digs crowns Abu Ghraibyards to rule Where brave hero in shooters survive all a lone Like a drone, without home, For some Chairman Dow’s throne Gets us cheaper white collar depictions of good Guys with guns who run colorful, bad neighborhoods... Where the pyramid schemers cell nightmares to dreamers And deal ‘em in doses of “just say no” ******* Allowed in their Aryan race tractor pull Bible Bull Connor full metal jackets of wool Clothing wolves upon little red silenced and shamed Ad some Hunger bowl Games, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? Well then I’ll end with this sort of "alternate" fact There’s a Desert Storm post-truthin’ nukes in Iraq Where you won’t see ‘em comin’ from Russia with love Such a villain be chillin’ like Putin.gov
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
Freelance Journalism
Like Upton on fungal brain Jungles, I speak it The deepest state secret, like Snowden I leak it On Wikis more tricky than Dicky’s fiat Money bloodied, tick tock the livestock market rot As the eagle lie nester’s internment investors Drop freedom on chemical weapons-grade testers These A. Smith’n westers who don’t lift a finger To hijack your minds with it itchin’ the trigger Then burning cross names off of Madoff Hit lists To redistrict restrictions like cuffs around wrists... As 3/5th ye Old Hicks still insist that it’s fixed By the millions of ALIEN votes that exist The same gips enlist Contras to slaughter the poor Till this livin’ Hell Salvador’s dyin’ for more Of that Hindu Kush ghoul so azul in Kabul The brown jewel that digs crowns Abu Ghraibyards to rule Where brave hero in shooters survive all a lone Like a drone, without home, For some Chairman Dow’s throne Gets us cheaper white collar depictions of good Guys with guns who run colorful, bad neighborhoods... Where the pyramid schemers cell nightmares to dreamers And deal ‘em in doses of “just say no” ******* Allowed in their Aryan race tractor pull Bible Bull Connor full metal jackets of wool Clothing wolves upon little red silenced and shamed Ad some Hunger bowl Games, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? Well then I’ll end with this sort of "alternate" fact There’s a Desert Storm post-truthin’ nukes in Iraq Where you won’t see ‘em comin’ from Russia with love Such a villain be chillin’ like Putin.gov
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Freedom Taken from you before you see Truth Doesn't matter when they disagree Honesty They only want you to play the game Justice Only served when you're lame Yesterday I had a conversation with my superior I told him I believed in the right to privacy He said "no," and now here I am and there you are I am left with a lack of rightful clemency But then again, I'm not owed a thing In a world where we're all blindly judged There's a difference between a shout and singing All I'm hearing now is this deafening ringing
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Snowden
Go east young man, rise up, **** asian, dawn is your destiny. The crescent comb, crowning glory for a subpoenaed sunrise. Spoke, of the speak wheels first revolution.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Snowden.
A password forgetter I knew asked me what could they do? I thought for a while, then said with a wry smile, "Just get on the 'phone to GCHQ!" While reviewing new battle ships, in fleet form on the river Rhine, Angela Merkel, wanting to dine. ordered on her mobile, calimara, then overheard Barack Obama suggest doughnuts, pizza and dips. Angela retorted with Aw! Gee! Barack, I know what you had for tea. According to my twitters at breakfast Putin had fritters. You're wearing red boxers - I'm told; Michelle's choice of knickers is gold. TOBIAS
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
AFTER SNOWDEN