War, Peace and Politics

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I wish I could go back, To witness the elation radiating from your emaciated body As your cousins came home, to Syria, From America. To witness you tearing apart their backpacks
I am as bright as the quetzal bird, flowing within meBelieving history is in meWhere my wings are CUT off when wanting to FLYWanting a renewal of lifeSomewhere uniformlyThe heavens may touch upon us
For most of my life I thought of myself as an eagle, an eagle that knew how to fly. But I was a chick in the nest watching others fly. I knew right or left, good or bad. I thought that’s all there was.
My head has been in the ground Now I look around, Screaming children, Burning cities, Angry Neighbors, How could I go back now?
As I sat there pondering The world around me crumbled As politicians quarreled Innocents have suffered   Ignorance shielded me
Lays down, back straight and eyes closed. In the a moment, a disparate world I behold A place not shackled by the logic of man But like the birds, as free as it possiby can My mind is king, judge and ruler
I stand infront of screens, Dipecting things you would hope you would never have to see. Disengaged from the violence I conclude. Change the world we must do.  
I've been blessed family, home, the rest -- Been given the basics I navigate the matrix Looking and watching, Learning not dodging Maneuver like an uber In the mazes and the crazes;
I've been blessed family, home, the rest -- Been given the basics I navigate the matrix Looking and watching, Learning not dodging Maneuver like an uber In the mazes and the crazes;
The crowded spaces, loud noises, tense muscles and numb emotions all overwhelming my body and brain. I saw the real struggles. Pain and suffering of others
Me and the world are holding on to peace like it's 1969 but really though Like a nation at war we are tied What a conceptual terror that is Like a world at peace we are bound
I realized the divide of black and white, the clash of lower and upper class I would have loved to see the world through a child's eyes unable to distinguish lies
we are given glasses at the beginning of childhood. we are given infinite supply of: laughter. gifts. smiles. once the glasses break we are exposed to reality. infinite supply of: hatred.
A white light looks through a piece of glass and sees a variety of colors.   A white sees a purple light and thinks, "I love how purple is so pretty!" "I'm wish I could be as beautiful as purple."  
Society. Breached by the injustices that individuals today are blinded; with fear their neighbors will shun them, if they open their eyes and get a sense of their surroundings. Individuals. Surrounded
The crowds sang her fate 50 philosophers, she converted- But not one, would share her estate She stood, keeping her eyes on God  
Thru times on the streets and no food to eat I realized I no longer take life for granted Thru times of no A/C and no shoes on my feet I realized I can smile thru defeat
Although I was born into a time of relative peace while Americans had to toil, I was never aware of the amount of time that was left, Before the ultimate incursion on American soil.
No more need to think but feel The sufferingthat my hero felt The hero with no mask The one who asked nothing  Yet spoke envy 
Language was one, There were no boundaries, Countries were unknown, War was non existent, Religion was united, Judgement was destroyed, Persecution was lost, Some where, Some place,
Read your history books they said We don’t want history to repeat itself We don’t want to make the same mistakes as the past Isn’t that what we are doing anyways?
Read your history books they said We don’t want history to repeat itself We don’t want to make the same mistakes as the past Isn’t that what we are doing anyways?
We see We hear We know more about this Than we need to It’s as old as time
Drowning We’re all drowning Whether we’re drowning in  depression Whether we’re drowning in anxiety
It was the color of her dress when it spun about her,the wonder in his eyes as he caught her beauty. It was the spark in the air when they touched,the was the small flowers in the bouquet as it flew through the air.It was the cloth that surrounded
      A storm, A wave, A serenade? Premises to start an escapade An understanding Of the hard to wind music box Of the artist’s pox
Young folks speakin their mind Too bad they forgot what was behind Chaos creeps in the conscience unknown by the people beyond To be honest, nobody has a clue What The Frank Is Going On.  
i feel sad. i feel sad because the world is angry. i want to use my words to sooth its temper but paper isn’t enough. and when i shout them,
Spews out the maw bare n paws size of a bear yes, him Donald Trump with maniacal glare gussied up as inane name calling offensive   analogous to an overstuffed ego freezing cold stare
There is this nyerkuk His name is Junub He was born during poverty His father died under Kawaja And his mom with Jalaba     He sat all alone by himself Next to the so mass grave
o dear shame Where did you hide your name Now everyone fingers one another Everyone gives one another blame
Is it America the Great, Or America the Dead? We have so much on our plate, And many tears to be shed. America was once beautiful In a land back in time. When plants and trees were boutiful,
I am loving and caring   I wonder how my future will turn out I hear joyful music all day long I see people who need my help  
From George washington's cherry tree, to the JFK incident that we heard on the the seven o'clock news. Promised by Donald Trump to build a border wall all the way out to the sea,
Oh! How we morally change eye color When all had harsh and empty beats to fill As iron minds acted metal and chill
See, I don't need someone To tell me, How I should be or how I should react. Like when they blew up the Twin Towers or when we invaded Iraq.
  I am tired I am tired of the violence The war and hostilities Fighting on the streets
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
A letter to humanity, With every new opening eye, I cry A new sigh, a new eye Born into this world Into the flames of splendor do we find ourselves to be
Soggy boots stomp on crumbled lands No tears are wept for their bloody hands Legs of lead and Hearts of steel
His driveway sloped into the ground, deep enough for two third graders to just barely on tippi toes and noses pointed high to peek over the edge Like spies Like hunters Like prey
                                     Burning, breaking, hurting, taking, Could we use a little more decision-making
                                     Burning, breaking, hurting, taking, Could we use a little more decision-making
A child sleeps in peace tonight, snuggled warmly under layers of blue blankets, smiling serenely as dreams flutter gracefully across his angelic face.
  We stand strong, Stronger than Before. We have Been Enlightened. Our wisdom can’t be
We will protect you Up to the hilt Down to the ground Into the silt   We will feel the sand Dig into our skin And while our lungs bleed We will fight again
one day just go to the highest mountain and just look at the world  making a difference ..will you be that girl all the things that goes on in an blank of an eye as i look at all those things i ask society why?
 
The news blares bright and gaudy. Full of fear and sound. yet in the warmth of my grandmothers living room golden light filtering  through her paisley curtains  it feels  far away
My brothers marched as one today They never saw it coming And I have never seen such pain Or so many people running   With dead set eyes and shaking hands, 
For thy Questions I call to thy art whom made heaven and earth is the earth heaven or hell
The itsy bitsy spider crawled up inside my brainDown came its fangs and induced all my painOut came my hand and smacked it on my veinAnd I realized that I still felt my pain the same 
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
Something new or that one thing daily Nobody can ever guess what the day will hold As humans we can either stay to what we know
You were gone for almost 3 years You were in danger, and I knew I knew you might not come home I knew there was a chance of never seeing you again Ma was scared, sis was scared, but not me; I was tortured
In awe... Watch us part We will be the Red Sea We produce a human race so stupid  We're fumin' confusion is a solution to the clear illusion we're pollutin' 
Scream and angers came into my life Run as fast as you can to survive Blurred vision and smoke in the sky There is nothing I can do but cry   The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
Scream and angers came into my life Run as fast as you can to survive Blurred vision and smoke in the sky There is nothing I can do but cry   The promise of coming back will be broken in small piece
We grew up differently We grew up like no one else Our childhoods were defined by fear They were defined by terror   We grew up knowing nothing but violence
Silence is the real menace Cause it will weaponize our fear And one day turn back around To when my friends were all here   Billy went to fight in the war And didn’t return the same
2 years ago when my city was destroyed I was only 10 years old unable to do anything I was useless.   My mom and dad volunteered to save us but  I was such a weakling that I couldn't do anything.
How much more can I possibly bear in a single evening? The sun will be up soon, that opressive yellow bitch This just keeps happening doesn't it? The extroverts will never give the introverts a break.
I have been blowing through all manners of proper English grammer to get my point across.
A bit of a selfish binge on this one as well. I am starting to become very dissociated with the human race.
This one is truly, completely self-indulgent. I wrote my heart out this evening because I cannont contain these thoughts in my head any longer.
We fight to bring hope  to the hopeless…   To the voices who have refused to work out of fear of being hurt   for an idea…   Our words are our greatest weapon
every one wants to be heard but everyone else it already talking every one wants to speak but everyone is already talking and people get annoyed but no one hears  because every one is talking loud
The warrior of new learning into battle carried, his youth of life,
Fly
You can't beat ignorance with a fist...something I was told  But society begs to differ as if our once warm blood is now cold I try to stay positive but negativity resurfaces every chance it gets
      white men are like asteroids;               they land where ever they want,                         and decimate whatever was there before.      
where’s the worst place a black child can live?       — white comfort.
a thought? the thought? why yes? why not? what for? what not for? what point? Life  Death  but O why you may ask but you have to answer. sometimes there is no correct answer
reach for your ID but be careful not to get gunned down. these streets are feeling like syria now. misinformed gunplay and guns spray in the area. people being divided because they don’t meet the white mans criteria.
Recession! Starvation! What of corruption? Hang on a second! What about the innocent killings and now the Academic strike? WHY ALL THESE? leaders blinded by their selfish want
The Past   Let it be the flaw-filled past. Leave it behind it is history. Your past is not who you are. It’s who you’ve been,
The lies that slipped like a serpent, revealed for the fakes they were. Changed it all in an instant. The calm was gone in a fold. The atmosphere turned stone-cold.
Place of great opportunity Land of unity More riches soon to be Someday, happy you could be Sadly, that's what they want you to hear Let take what they have So, we can look big and bad
when it rainsdo not stretch your hands.the drops from the dark clouds are with enmitywon't make the scalds of love
Years ago, when the earth Was as delicate as a new born doe A huge land mass got split Giving a piece of land On which we stand, upright and still Ancestors turned into humans
If we could learn To blend neutrality with elevation, Predispositions shed, the callouses born From an instrument that won’t be tuned; To let fear settle and still,
Artist's and Kings, complain about so many things.How screwed up things are,And nothing will ever change.
someone scream when the night falls for me in the West and for you In The East at the moment we both blink   for when we rush  through our safe doors and plunge into stardust
This Ball Is Our World This ball is roundMany claim they foundA certain part of itAre their minds sound?;
Freedom is not a word. It is not an emotional state. It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged. There are many that cannot be caged.  There are many that will try to take it away.
Debates seem civil, But when there is politics, People scream, "Me, me!"
The howl of endless bullets in the dark It seems I am heading to the graveside And maybe if I don't return back Tell my mother that I have tried
A princess more stunning than them.Oh, how I long for you,But you won't know.You are the glorified princess,I am just a servant for the Kingdom.Now, I'll fight for your Kingdom.
It happens often that one man’s views can be mistaken by another and get completely misconstrued It’s transformed, abused, and then reused to fit the concept that they need it to fit
War
War is Death! War is the worse, not the best It is full of graceful and destruction Proven who is best is nothing   Blood, guts, tears All the little children fears-
  Black bodies beautified with cocoa-butter to illuminates the skin  Shining as bright as Bright as the sun, with the power of melanin 
If we must die, let it not be like dogs Hunting and penning others in inglorious spots. While round us bark the mad hiding in fogs Making their mock at our divided lot.
  When I was a little girl, I told someone I was going to be the first woman president. “Well you’re going to need to change your last name” they said.
We are the peopleWe are the nationWho has a beast inside Don't disturb usWe open our tongueless mouthsWe roar with a thousand voicesThe thunder of a thousand gunsThunder of a thousand hearts
Whenever you think that life is harsh     Just think....Think about that bottle of wine That wine Which tastes bitter at very start And eventually one is lost In a world of dreams It is infinite until you are Awoke in this despaired life And dead
At the beginning you start learning her culture, her language, she gets shy from trying to teach you, sort of ashamed and you start walking a rope that is very unsteady.So when she falls asleep you tell her a white lie.
  What if my mission is to disturb the comforted  and comfort the disturbed? What if my mission is to sadden the happy  and excite the sad?
Stamped Denied.By: Fabiola Rios 
An almost beautiful death... Misunderstood friend was uplifted like missiles. The unexpected gameplay... Uncompromised evil; Angles of vision ere skewed. O' un-salvaged rectitude...
What a wonderful world Louis Armstrong said He was being sarcastic A place long, gone and left Happiness needs the darkness Helpless in the loch ness Sadness and wars Bad is what pours
Why bother living I have a friend who smiles brighter than any star you will see in the Milky Way galaxy and everywhere she went, she made sure to make others happy but... She wasn't happy herself and eventually became suicidal.
What are we to do in the aftermath of chaos? Pray that it stops. Know it won’t but still hope. March the streets and cry out.   Our typhoon of contradictions
Your eagle stands proud, Crowing over these brown rubies sprawled. But my boy's in a shroud   Everyone has bowed, Neglecting their duties while their wounds remained raw. Your eagle stands proud.
The light that glows upon my face keeps me warm Each day I am reminded of the fraying fraying fabric Instead, I let the glare illuminate my face for hours Instead, I let it captivate me; it is my best friend
Months of crawling on my bare hands and covered knees for this; The blood, sweat, and tears I’ve shed, All for this one very particular moment.
This isn’t a joke. This isn’t a laughing matter. This is what this country has become.   This country is many things but together is not one.
I yelled today and I’m not proud of it   I yelled Not at my neighbor, not at my teacher, not at my friend Not at my brother and definitely not at my mother
To understand why it exists, you must know its history. Having experienced the devastation it leaves in its wake, understanding its control over my life was no easy feat.
I am strong By Amaya Bell   I am strong I don’t hide I face it Head on. I am strong
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
What is wrong with life? As I look around people seem blind. Pain and suffering cuts like a knife.   You never get anywhere with hard work and strife. Why can’t everyone be kind?
Hatred, Manipulation, Fraudulence, Corruption. The world we live in Should be seen as a sin.   We walk around in a mask
Our passions go out Not with a bang but a whimper Not with a whimper but a whisper Not with a whisper but a shout
Protest is a complicated word,  defined as people making their voices heard. We are encouraged to protest for what we believe,  however no one ever seems to concede.  We are told to work together to make a change, 
I believe that this country is at war Our children soldiers Fighting on the frontlines Since Junior High   While the students Are taking bullets These so called activists
  The world is full of suffering,cries of mercy Children, women and men cryingThey just need peace,freedom and unity Peace, freedom and unitycan bring joy and a smile
Political Compromise. What does it mean? It means many things wrapped into one simple dream. It means coming together to fight for what is right
Try to be an active poet But all these words seem too devoted To become a simple rhyme Broken lose but intertwined All the words with hidden meanings Searching out.... but never seeing
My Country is on Her Knees   The waters have turned red, There’s something dead on the shore. A loud boom from the trees, Another man on his knees.  
I'd trade all my dollars to plant flowers and trees in a world where money has become a disease.
They left us marching two by two And came home one by one
Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle. Looking towards the foggy moors,
   Under Christ's good hand is where I want to be buried when death comes for me in suited armor.    His chariot awaits, but deep beneath the earth rose two swords fenced up in Saturn's ray.
America America is a small fraction Of a world that is fractured And scattered into pieces That want to come back together
Reality is nothing Smoke and mirrors The boss’s imagery  Any big shot who wants to take charge Just steps right up So long as he’s got bucks in the bank He rules the world Fills it with hate
    I learned from a deaf man that society is beauty's flaw, and empowerment its greatest fear.     I heard a Cherokee cry: "Am I no greater than a white man that I have to leave my own land?"
I prayed as I saw my comrades bodies littering the ground. Slowly I walked the roads of my life and visited each terrible memory I pray as I remembered each brother  the ones who died so I could be free
Afraid? Often. Smart? Always. Alone? Never! Faster faster, Stop. smell.
Using paper maché with a wire armature, I created a blooming sunflower able to stand on its roots.
Watching, waiting, The sun rising. Breathing, falling, The sun crying.   Upon the horizon, I know it is here.
Mistakes are Your Scars Your scars are your mistakeS Even when it was all i thought i could take My Mistakes have shaped me into who i am today Though I could not tell then, it has showed me the way
Why is there so many things that divide us Instead of things that unite us ? Why do we continuously throw each other under the bus Instead of building each other's trust ?  
Everyday, 
and in the end you were there for me  when the others left you stayed to see what the world  had done to me  all the changes  A-Z I kept my promise "the best I could be"  
I feel sick to live in a world like this My glass is not half empty It was drank before I was even born, Now I am stuck in a desert swallowing sand Tell me why it's okay
they smiled just not long                                                                       5 before the tears her heart was bitterly taken by the gunning
Dear America, Thank you for the poverty seen on the streets. Thank you for making kids bite their tongue for speaking the truth.
With Darkness Bane, and Brightest Night, No Evil is beyond Your sight. Let those who cower in Darkest Blight, Know Your power--to release my might. I declare my faith with a mighty roar.
A thug is only an image An image does not stop you What stops you is the fear The fear that the image will become true The truth to where someone is hurt The hurted who will not be you
There's no good nor bad Only those who wish they had Another wish to stop the mad The clash of the those who are glad Many things beats those who are sad Neutral overcomes all not a bit nor a tad
“Our generation, is the best generation” Says every generation to generation till generation is just the word to explain the time my generation was born till the day it will die.
I’m from blue scrubs and big black boots, locks of wheat, and dark sunglasses. From the roaring of jets and shouting of commands, scars of white in the sky, and the reveille.
It's June 6, 1944 sitting in boats. The ones we call true G.O.A.T.'s. My brothers are nervous. It's our honor and priviledge for our service. Standing shoulder by shoulder. The truest and greatest soldier.
There once was a girl Who had a war going on inside her. This war was a just a quarrel Between all nations to see who was best.   The sad girl was getting too frail and sick
Overhead planes flew Screams, guns, explosions That’s all I could hear I saw feet of my friends running And ships exploding. My mouth was like a desert My stomach tossed and churned
Here's to the people who cry themselves to sleep because they've lost someone dear to them. Or the ones who stay strong when everyone else is weak, even though you feel just as weak as they do.  
He who crept in isn't mundane. He is the novice of friendships and the definition of lonely. He's quiet on the outside but loud in the inside.
You’re hidden inside of me You are the ice of my veins You’re the secret in my heart You flow to my brain   Pulling my oxygen from me, you make me blue
silk skies fill with socialist desires in the decade of decernment you dismantle an empire in a hope to be free
Today I saw, not a single person stand up, not one raised a paw, no one spoke out. This raised some doubt, if leaders were around  at any point, that have been crowned, Great.  
A flag draped coffin on a stifling day With somber taps that seem to say A grateful nation, as your dead we lay Into this earth, in a special way - Salutes your service, and the life you gave
Tis is an unusual scenario Tis is a melancholy face you see, Sadness and darkness; Are natural siblings. ‎ Bombs intrude through my front door, Like that unwanted house guest, Cooking up human flesh,
Maybe one day you'll wake up rich, Maybe one day you'll end up in a dich, and I will be with you even if you end up a witch though you may be a rich witch in a ditch I am here to enrich!  
they're souls are bounded like kenkey in a husk thrown into the arena of agony could tears be the Jesus of they're screams     who could send the redeemer to they're nightmares
The Voices of Vietnam The voices of Vietnam The suspicious silence of twilight The voices of Vietnam The love of your comrades whispered in the night
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
In this world, all they make are rules; So we follow, like mindless fools. Things they tell us are all we know; Never will we be able to grow.
It can be hard when they hide knowledge from you. Intellectuals will have all the power. Those without control will never have a clue, And their ignorance will cause them to cower.
Millions of faces now unclear,  we were warned millions of times, my legs each carried a ton, Trying to find my mother, It felt as if I had walked across the globe, Searching, The heat so intense,
Do you know how  scary it really isTo see a child begging for a mother’s kissBut you don't have the guts to tell him the newsHe'll never get it all be
When I was little I was the most antisocial butterfly. Poetry helped me express myself. My greatest weakness is but one I don't like seeing people hurting, you see So I will do my best to make people smile.
A few decades ago, there existed Die Wunderbare Republik, Everyone lived peacefully and no problems came about, Everything was perfect, symmetrical, and organized.  
HEALING SESSION!!! FORGET ABOUT THE PAST!!!     Nothing bent cannot be strengthened! There is no problem that cannot be solved! The church, the society and our Father in heaven,
The men and women of our proud American forcesStand guarded, trained, and famed Bearing sacrifice in all of life's courses While witnessing the death of comrades, who are forever named  Days, months, or years of separation From cherished families
There is a stillness. A sense of calm as one takes steps through these grounds. A soft, pitter-patter of steps against soil that resonate with the steps taken by those that came before.
On this day 73 years ago, the USA dropped the atomic bomb Little Boy, which detonated ~ 600 m above Hiroshima, Japan, killing 80,000 people.
Warrior who entertained me with the shiny armor. let me punch it; test her pained passionated heart that was so secure secrete in my fathers suit given without a lawsuit my queen a title that suit
several shots rang from the car,  Flashing lights; bullets whistle through flesh and fabric then pin drop silence ... cold dark night   PL.
To presidents and leaders I give this poem life In hopes that you would read it And end all of these fights   Our continents are fading as our families fall apart I ask that you find wisdom 
Great is thy land Great is thy atmosphere A nation build with tears May our ancestors rest in peace
I look into my life And all I see is pain The cries, the violence The bitterness, people in vain  
We just want to know a little more Than yesterday Roam the spine of history  And burn the heart of hate Give our country back to the lovers That stand alone We just want to know a little more
The King of Ash I am the King of Ash, And the King of Ash is me. All around, The scorched ground, Tells of  awful travesty.   Embers crackle underfoot,
The world is dying and we don't even care We lie and cheat, making nothing fair.
Two months gone and the students gone – Douglas, I only repeat what you were saying, Or was it combatants? As Britten, a la Owen, would contest, A baritone and a tenor locked in mortal combat,
Power doesn't come from strength  Or from the structure we call society Every man, woman, and in-between  Tries to fight for a power that cannot be seen  Reaching for the top of the pyramid
A cultural prime in the dark ages of mentality Arose the ridged slums of arrogance sparking general vitality Within each artery clogged any reasoning and peace Seasoning open wounds with salt and deceiving to say the least
A quiet scene, a hushed voice Abandoned rooms and broken toys A silence more deafening than the noise Of the bomb dropped or a gun shot A life that died and has been left to rot
As the sun fell behind the trees, So began a night that would star me. Ladies and gents entered the hall,  Excited to attend the brimming ball. Slowly I entered, dressed to the nines,
  Home... It was a typical day. The same people taking their daily walks and the same children playing. Their smiles precious, but unfortunately temporary.
Red flower, Red flower, Do not Rise against with Roses Reincarnate the nation   Here you’ll find no carnage
SELF-WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME...SELF-CANT YOU STOP WAIT AND SEE....WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE TO ACHIEVE...SELF-WHY KEEP DOUBT ON YOUR MIND....SELF-IF THEY DONT LIKE YOU, YOULL BE JUST FINE...
We live in a world filled with issues,But its so hard for us to hand one another a tissue,We're so ready to pick up a gun,In order to see our enemies runBut can you stop a blaze with the fire?
she hears about the news on the tv anger, sadness, disappointment  all wrapped up in a fist full of fingers ready to type, ready to fight emotions dripping
Life. Humaitys everyday tornado.  Filled with abstract concepts and profundites  that hold no bounds in interpretation.  Dimensions of space, the origin of life,  The base and purpose of time .
Life. Humaitys everyday tornado.  Filled with abstract concepts and profundites  that hold no bounds in interpretation.  Dimensions of space, the origin of life,  The base and purpose of time .
When I think of the world I'm afraid to look at what it has become. People struggle through the darkness that has risen all through out the pastures of their very land.
It's a dark world, So dark say they can't see. Brothers are getting beat, But can't see them bleed. I was born in the light, Thinking the world was this bight. Now I'm in the dark,
The world is a maze of good and bad. There are times when we are happy and times when we are sad.
The Lord said, "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Shorten day Makes you think its May One whole hour Increased with power What to say Its bigger than a tower
What stories would old bones tell us? What stories would they sing? I can feel my soul screaming But my head won't let it in   I wonder if it felt like this, Rome falling way back when.  
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago ‘America Is Weeping’ All I could think was So you chose to join the party?
A child and his mother walk down the street The boy in front Each step slapping the ground His miniature blue flip flops Flapping away dirt and ants from under foot The mother watches, the round of her belly
I would not Stop For Freedom. But it proudly fought for me.  Through the fields of foreign lands, And across the raging seas. In the valley of uncharted territory.  Or the land just beneath our feet.
As final breaths escape with strain Eyes look toward heaven, shocked with pain Tough metal mixed with deadly fire has pushed its way into the brain.  
bruised,abused,forgotten that's how I feel my ghostly phantom surrounds me lord please repeal   a world with two colors  black and white one superior one inferior  what a gruesome sight
I AM GOD Here To show you  It is my Will FOR The enemy to win And   Allow destruction Without a war for your soul. Never would I Save you from what you think is normal.
That fire did start with a match didn't it? A single flame that led to charred forest Or was it a single word that had turning severed that forest?
Tell me. Tell me, what it is like to agree? Tell me, what it is like to fight together instead of against each other.  Back then, my ancestors fought their oppressors. Now we are fighting each other. 
Each day in our American lives, we pass flag after flag bearing the stars and stripes. We think we know why; we love our country and so should you.
Live like a lion. Rummage up a roar. Protect what is precious. Hunt out of hunger Love larger than life.    
 
Take a broom and sweep out the corners of your life,the canned anger and tabled debates,strangled tears, old jealousy and resentment.
Can we put the past behind us And start to search for the trust  Are we always going to let our before affect our after Because I don't visualize that as the factor  Love and peace Can that be the main course of the feast How about we get full off
She screamed down from the heavens with the power of god beneath her wings“I will fear no evil, for God is with meI will fear no danger, for God is with me
How many more need to die? I wonder why. I wonder how many families cry because The till is filled, but even still One bullet, two kills.
We were very happy, flying in the quiet night, around the kindness moon, our colors were our pride, the pride that gave us the smile, the smile that gave us breath, the breath that allowed us to jump
Oh wouldn't it be ever so nice, to pull Antartica free from the ice, and bring it where the sun shines bright, and tell the world "No need to fight", "We have some land" "We have it right here",
    i blind those that blaspheme my   omnipresent and invisible nature.   to my shoving nudges   you deny and you tear   and shield your eyes from  
I would sit and wait to speak to her, hours everyday.When I spoke to her she never spoke back.Some nights I'd laugh, others I'd cry. Luna was always there to listen but never to reply.
"the sound of silence every time i look around there's violence . you got snake venom on your eye lids it's the reason your blinded." take off the mask and lets see whats behind it ,is it the pain or the sound of
Upon the lovely, of America’s golden plains, her monuments of past era, made of steel and glass, tempered with the fires of hope; cast cold shadows  over astonishing rage of times.   
Some people say you win some Some people say you lose some Right Now, Right Now I've lost hope Some people tell me to give it all up  Some people tell me to work to go up  But Right Now, Right Now I just cant
What has poetry taught me you may ask? Well whats the task at hand I shall ask? To mask all fear, or to lift a cheer. To bring a new hope and bring a friend afloat. Maybe its to sing a song and bring a new thought.
We fight for exposure and attention, Civil War in Syria, no American intervention, but high school's hard socially it scars do they say that in Congo where people starve? We want new shoes, followers, and clothes,
We all know that sometimes life gives people sour lemons. Quite often people will suffer through the sour, but a few will take those lemons and turn them into sweet, refreshing lemonade. However, sometimes life gives out lemonade.
look what can you see? these men shooting at me and us shooting at them on both sides we are dying   oh look, i’m shot at i’m bleeding and calling for my mommy lying on my side
dear mindless zombies also known as society why do we not learn? from our history   following through the commands blindly because of the sly speeches in germany in 1993 till today
Tattered and torn clothes Weighted gait and pale face. The man makes his way to the piano, as if to play. Months of silence. All the time in hiding. He slowly lifts his fingers
we sit down tweeting, not knowing, what is beyond our screens the reality we don’t see is, everything in the developing countries what we see is what we tweet   barely breathing
Patchwork stitching stars in the sky: Blue, green, indigo, violet. Thread is scarce so you have to use mine.
My Brother    
People all over the world are dying. Their prayers and hopes turn into crying. Turn on the news and what do we see but another catastrophe, now multiplied by three. Seeing talks of nothing but things like war.
No Mercy Left   To                                        forget     the dead a Pole with eyeglasses playing his life my Polish comrade
I have one life to live  so I’ll have to make do  But I cannot stop wishing  that I had two  If I ever got lucky  and my wish came true  I’d make sure that my life  Was the same as the first 
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Weezing, Barely breathing, Children Dying Women crying Depression Recession Loss Cost
America By: Tia Rowe America, the Great for it, is modest America, the Brave for it, is a coward
I can't show you what I've been thru, I can only show you what I look like. I can't show you what its like to be me, I can only show you what I like. I can only show you.
Look across this line what do you see? All I can see are these men shooting at me And oh look im shooting back oh look, do you see? Oh on both sides we are dying
Dear all the entitled ears/ When was the last time you Could truly hear?   Was it when the children’s ribs began to grind together
Pen and a paper forces words to come strong.  You wanted elevation now I'm forced to screen law.  Comin’ in like a sheep in disguise. To aid in the ignorance of my demise.  To those I idolize. 
And they speak of age – the elder years.   It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now, Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
We live in a world full of love  We live in a world full of hate Too many people worried about the man above  Too many people only care about their fate We live in a world full of life 
SANC-TU-ARY, SANC-TU-ARY, give me sanctuary. What sanctuary? No, no sanctuary! Here you find no santuary. Here there is no sanctuary. Where do you find sanctuary?
This past week has been hard but I’m trying my damndest. You’ve been inviting me over every day but I keep saying no. Because I’m terrified that I’ll go too far and lose something private.
In the Streets of America tonight Many hands of young students scrape the sky The colors of blue and red abrace their face As they endlessly march unguarded
I see red rivers of blood not merely puddles You would think that this is a horror story But this a contiguous continuous struggle   America you are a bully
Let’s go back to times of peace.  Times when women didn’t have to fear walking alone in the dark just to go home, And children didn’t have to fear their lives while learning how to read and do math, 
do those See thing rOcks hurt yo urarm             oredhiDE outin theb aKing sun? care ( your soft belly might get) ful (hurt)so pleasedontdie   from God
What if I told you that what you believedWas a lie from the pit and you've been deceivedWhat if I told you the sky wasn't realIf your life was a lie, how would you feel?
To begin there was lifeSo beautiful to seeTo begin you were rightBut you forgot about me Deep beneath the skinThe beauty hides a lieThe surface oh so thinThat they will never find
Let me tell you a storyA tale of the boldLet me show you a pictureOf the world gone cold It starts as a patternThat turns to a shapeThen changes foreverAn eternal landscape
America, I don't know where we stand. You make me feel so conflicted, I feel guilty hating the things you do and embody. Manipulation at it's finest. "I should feel blessed to live and be with you,
To the world:  "Doomsday strikes," prophets crow, from Fox and Twitter and NPR2012 has come again, An election, but one unfamiliar. "This country needs more unity,"
Dear Brother,   Now I don’t mean to be misperceived, because I’m white and you are black, it’s something we all can see.
Mother war calls us. Its cries of shots and fire sound. Father peace long abondoned us, we his children seek. But he cannot be found. We walk  sisters and brothers marching together
Dear, US Citizens Republicans and Democrats Why the separation? Why the fight for being in front and being in power?   Are we not trying to come to a consensus?
Dear mindless zombies also known as society,
to anyone in the atmosphere,  i still feel small  when i look up at the stars standing in front of the ocean at dusk  in the seat of an airplane as the sky paints herself for the day driving on the interstate
When meaty fists meet pacafists,they draw what comes to a draw.A brawling boulder that grows ever bolder,Approaching a tide which is tied to it's flaws. Though allowed to be spoken alloud,You prove absent in our hour of need.He on
Dear deity of pure judgement,   I see something, and I am scared. I am pretty sure it is a monster. His eyes are dripping blood,
Dear You, The world is your home and you treat it as such, but your ambition, the damage continues to disrupt. Why is the world never enough to satiate
Blocks stacked up One on top of the otherLook Here comes anotherBrotherSomedayYou're going to collapse
Dear Adolf, Who were you? Truly? A man fueled by passion, justice, and patriotism? A man turned to hatred, brutality, and dictatorship,
If being a "liberal" Means that I can plainly see what's wrong with the world Then I'm a liberal If being "evil" Means that I believe women have the right to choose Then I'm nefarious
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
Dear Mr. President,   On quite an eventful day called Tet Came a daring surprise that few had seen yet. Though we forced our Communist rival to scram, The likes of many turned against Uncle Sam.  
Dear the VA's office, I've wanted to speak with you for a while now. My mother fought in Iraq for a year and a half. She risked her life for you. She left when I was 12, I went through puberty without her.
Dear Hate, The world beyond the brick and stone, Alluring with florets a many. Yet, the sod appeared an empty home. With seeds in hand, I planted twenty.  
Can you hear my voice when I claim for help? Is it to delicate? Like the leave that falls from that tree standing in the middle of a battle
Can you hear my voice when I claim for help? Is it to delicate? Like the leave that falls from that tree standing in the middle of a battle
Dear World,   I know your reputation. You’re big and rough and tough.  You don’t do very many favors for people.  You don’t give a damn about what happens to people.
Power. Power is something that blooms like a flower. Can overtake people. They crash down like a tower.  Power can take control of anyone with out a reminder.
The family drops the dad at the bus stop The only one aware was the mom and her heart dropped Knowing not when but if she would see him again
  To Thee Who Takes Him Away, My highest admiration revolves around thee, I know thy cause is one of inevitability. For despite pleas of the pure in mankind,
I don't know what to think of you. I used to hate you. Then I relied on you. Now- I need you.The thing is you made us need you.
Her's is a story of a man that exchanged his love for fame. He lost his mind and soul while in pursuit of the game. 
Fie Politics! Go wash your gut stained suit, The blood in which you bathe is not your own.  Dependent on the vile comb-o'er brute, The int'rests you proclaim are yours alone.   
To my son.    My baby has blood on his hands,  dripping red fingers smeared across oceans and continents.  Imperialism breeds imperialism and the apple doesn't fall  far from the tree. 
  I am from loneliness. I am from teddy bears, from Build-a-Bear Workshops and cotton stuffing.
Dear 45   Have you taken a look outside today Caught a glimpse of the chaos you caused today Snuck a peek or did something to seek the havoc you’ve caused today
Dear humanity and humans within,   In a world, in which the people, adults and kids alike, show greed and cruelty as their way of life. Actions have been made. Deeds have been done.
War
My Dearest, You’re gone. You’re growing. You’re throwing away your-No. You’re fighting for this nation. You’re training in twenty-degree weather all for nothing but the old lie.
Dear My Home,   You are my everything My home, my life, my blood Yes?  I reside in you always. But how do you expect me to love you?  
Dearest, I cannot wait any longer To put this sheet of silver Between your two cells of white - Through it like threading a needle   My dearest, It is killing me,
Frozen Cities.                                                                                       Frozen in Time.   Flower-Filled gaps heading tombs down my road.  
Do you understand Son of man, son of sin, son of all transgression   Son of envy, son of pride, son of sick aggression You have disease ridden veins, thorn clustered vines
A day to soon,  Bloodshed has spilled,  murder of a well-known  Free-Staters  walks free into the day and night. War has begun, pro-slaverly militia  has begun to invade Lawerance.  
Dear visitor,   The wall is about stories a larger story still under revision That story is complicated
Dear Humanity, We have to stop being blind. Think back to a time when our light still shined. Memories of a better time. Although not quite as sublime.  We have lost ourselves in today.
Dear Democracy, You have shown your roses and your thorns to the world. You have shined in revolutions and dulled in wars. We have, even if not completely, followed you.
On a crisp, cool evening in early fall, When the leaves started changing and the sky became darker, Everyone bundled up in their jackets and joined together
  Dear God Why do you let me down? I pray and pray, yet I still frown. Is it something wrong with me? Are my morals blinding me? Is everything that I live by binding me to its rules?  
Face flat -  cold cement Strings that hold - strings that break All the things that you said- Meaningless.   Yet.We defy. Nature. The odds. Authority. We fly. We soar. We breathe. We die.
Dear awareness,  
Dear Our World,
“I’m Here For A Reason” I’m here for a reason!, I’m not here to waste time,
Dear wounded luxury and fragile time,   I fought the battle to win the war,the internal struggle and mental storms brewing,growing stronger.Thieves rule and Queens lie,royal worry filling their eyes.
WAR
WAR
The beauty in her eyesnot how she looks like, but who she is what makes her special to me.Only her hair truly shimmers in the moonlight like an angle, She dances freely. Only she can make me complete. 
The beauty in her eyesnot how she looks like, but who she is what makes her special to me.Only her hair truly shimmers in the moonlight like an angle, She dances freely. Only she can make me complete. 
  What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul.   While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
Sometimes I wanna say what I think I should have saidand sometimes I keep things all in my headmy mouth closedneedle and threada zipper acrossmy lips of red
The need of lifeEveryone wants itBut not everyone has itPeople struggle without itBut it runs the worldBuys diamonds and pearlsComes in many formsGreen, shiny, or bronzePaper or copperAlthough some people questionThe value of a dollarWe can detour
Dear Fellow Inhabitants of Earth, I wish to live in a world of light, where nothing is wrong, and all is right. Instead I find, 
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Dear Eyes of Sight, You're the Beauties of the world. What would life be without your pearls?   Would we have skyscrapers that tower us all? Would we have battles
Dear Life,   Why must you bore me? Why must I fill myself with blasts of RGB from a screen just to have purpose? Why can't you satisfy me? Why must I let you make me such a mess?
The life we areStruggle and puzzle all aroundDay and night we toil aroundWith time all come to an end.    Money was there, money will be thereLife was there and continuesAfter graduation what next?With time all comes to an end    Early morning the
‘True wit is Nature to advantage dress’d’Then he with wit has not been blessed,For Nature gifts are not bestowedOn those behaving like a toad.  
‘To err is human; to forgive, divine’But how can one forgive the swineWho promises and then deceivesTo drain the swamp but keep the thieves?
‘When mischief mortals bend their will’To “tax reform” upon The HillWe see with growing deja vu‘The madness of many, for the gain of a few.’  
‘The never-failing vice of fools’Pride drives the man to break the rules.Just when he thinks he has it allGuess what goes before the fall.
‘A little learning’s a dangerous thing’In one pretending to be king.Tweets for which he’s oddly famousExpose him as an ignoramus.  
We got the fire From dusk till dawn Ours is such that Can change the world We have the fire And we burn forever As long as we are together Dilemmas are a thing of the past.
I dream of a city. A city that is a perfect place. People helping others instead of giving pity. People everywhere! All happy filled with grace.  
Dear, Darkness Why do you seem so cold?  When in fact your  warm,  But as cozy like a porcupine, As dangerous as a snake. You smite my enemies, While trying to bring me down with them. You cross all boundaries,  And have me tag along. Trouble is y
Pure white blankets the city Egg shells waiting to be walked on Red coats the street with muzzles to silence anyone who dare to crack
“Auntie, think of the dimension four, can you hear me call forth?”   It’s 1 a.m., I’m halted by Shades, Recurring phases that shadow my room, unfolding,
The Collapse of The Great Eagle By A.R.T   Do you remember when we were a democracy, Before the rise of the Autocracy. When we were quite carefree,
Iron and Fire By A.R.T   They came to our land with Iron and fire, Ready to put us on the pyre. They claimed it was the will of god,
    Damocles spirit of vengeance By A.R.T   I fought your wars With all its horrors Blood and death Without a single breath  
August 23, 2017   Dear Mom, Please read this entire letter through and don't skip around; read this before opening the email I sent you. Please keep an open mind. I love you!
Dear Younger Self,   I wish I had told you this earlier, I wish I had known this Before I aged with time like an old wine
War is the river that washes away the dirt and grime of a nation’s mistakes, cleaning the water for another day. But man, unable to appease its aches,
Dear Mr. President,
Dear Humanity,   The times we are in now may seem tough, And they are, wars rage across the globe, Bombs, terrorists, change, fascism, communism,
Thank you everyone.   Thank you for believing in me, thank you for holding onto me, thank you for encouraging me.   For saying "Yes you can!",
Life is a big game we play With rules to obey and a price to pay. We all fight for another day.  Just remember, Never Give Up, Never Surrender.   For all the steps in life, There's an eye watching. 
Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. But is America really that great? With its poverty stricken communities. What happened to the unity of one nation under God? Greed runs through the
Dear future self, I write this with hope That you're better off than me at this very moment.   War-ridden land
Dear haters,
Dear Mr. Trump,   I feel like I’m living in a required reading novel, I’ve been hoping it’s A Wrinkle in Time, but it’s looking like 1984. Please stop goading North Korea, please.
Love... Now when you hear that word, what comes to mind... ..
Dear America,   I turn on my TV   and see a man that I know to be more dark than light more orange than white more white than human declaring the future of a country I am hesitant to remain in
she loves you  and she still roots for you. she always has.  her touch is no longer tangible,  but her words, her laugh, her smile, still reside. it's the fuel she left behind.
When I was younger  I was told to speak my mind  be patient, be humble, be kind.    When I was just a girl, I was told one day I could rule the world. Speak lound and clear,
As I go on from day to day, I will always remember the tragedy that came America's way. But, As all must do, I will have to cope, and believe in my heart that there is always hope.
As the silence becomes the forest a waterfall flows upward Up up up to the sky You reach and reach for the heavens hoping for a hand to latch onto yours
you don't need to stab me I have already carved myself  and I am beautiful.  
In the land of the free In the home of the brave, We are no longer The ones who save.   When our flags burn And our hearts despair,
  White beaches today,Such a beautiful sightBut history’s been here It just doesn’t feel right.  The ghosts are still yelling Still shouting their ordersYoung men are still dying,Still living the horrors.  Etched into the sand,The nightmares of wa
My mind may be broken But my heart is still strong I feel the deep pain of my past Sometimes I think of the things I could be But don’t think I won’t face my fears
Dream Dr. King, he had a dream. Sadly, we couldn't make his dream a reality. " Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee."
Hopes hanging Temperes flaring Opinions sharing sharing   People hating Cults making Souls taking Friends faking   Have a voice? Have a choice? Why?
"Dear Allen," my dad writes in 2008. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write this. I guess I just didn't know what to say.
War
Home of the free & the brave? That’s not what I see. I see a nation in an all-out war. I look at the news, madness, war & death,
You call yourself a nation You call yourself one We are supposed to fight Side by side Fighting the outside forces Bringing us down.
I keep hearing its noise at every turn on my bed They always seem to be on the move It was just like yesterday when all seem well with less noise for a peaceful sleep
The promises will never be. It will never be over. This character flaw they possess. They will only bring us to more ruin.
I now realize how everything can change in the blink of my raged fillied eyes The words people use or say in slang A day with the real pain not diguised I now realize why the grass isnt always green
Dear Society, We are meant to stand together,  not draw a line in the sand. Our ancestors worked for unity, and we seem to misunderstand.   The human race is beautiful, a work of art.
A turbulent gust,A bleak, gray wasteland of dust,For we could not trust.
Section 8 housing, dousing our hatred in liqour I saw the bigger picture in a microscope, how do you cope? With being black in America, color over character 
Envy is ignorance , it is evident that you are faceoius Pray to Jesus that he can save us  Never been the bravest but still ain't a coward All of you niggas acting like Terrence Howard
Life is a paradox, thoughts roaming through my head Never will you place me in a box  Best is yet to come not saying I'm the cream of the crop Came from a hole in the wall no pot  
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I'd rather drown in a 100 proof Because whats the use I hear you talking but that don't move me, it wont do me no good I ain't from the hood 
We have broken down each other so much that no one can stand on their own two feet without falling down into despair and hope to never comeback up.  
For this Earth was not meant to be polluted, For these skies were not meant to hold bombs and artillery, For these roads were not meant to cover more Earth than the Earth itself. But if you take a step back you can see;
Tell me about the time Where the moon was the only light that earth needed To guide it’s nocturnal creatures, Where it’s inhabitants did not rely on the exhausts of human devices To color the sky;
Among the leaves Blows a somber breeze Alone and silent The moon glows with a vacant stare Into the fallen trees  Salient and precarious, sunken into the trail
My uncle fought for Iraq. It was a petty war, a pointless war. Fighting against the Iranians was what laid in store For a man who was but twenty-four. Wanting to part ways, but drafted anyways, 
My neighborhood Young in age & played the streets Despite the interruptions of gun slaying around me My neighborhood A Lil Older More unique
Dear world, What’s going on man? I’m no batman But i can clearly unravel the mystery present   You’re not currently very pleasant  
SlaveryFor centuries and backSlavery's been at treatIf you had servants and slavesThen you would be considered richNow we know it's wrongNeglecting rights out of rageMaking them feel like dogs in a cageWe know you've been taught no betterWe know y
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If you could turn around, if you could go back. Would you keep things the same? Or pick up the slack? If you could say the things that you didn't before, would it be enough to stop all the war?
My lavish living, Is paid for by you, So please be forgiving, In what next you do.  
We are like the constellations mapped out in the night sky. We dance blissfully with each other, illuminating the perpetual darkness that surrounded the earth.  
You try to take me down, I'll look you in the eyes. Look you up and down, then have you tell me lies. Tell it to your friend we're all gonna die, so take it to the skies.
I met you but I never knew you I never probed your mind. I asked you how you were feeling, but never really listened. I don't know what breaks your heart, Iv'e never seen you cry. And it made me wonder why?
Once upon a time, there were no wars, no hunger, no genocide or racism. Once upon a time, innocent people didn't die every second of every day, the world lived in a dull bliss. Once upon a time,
Dear the Color White,  You are so pure, so simple  So simple, and clean  You are painted upon the picketed fences of family homes, and cover the peaks of mountain tops
Guess I'mMad as a hatterAs you natterBout mattersThat not matteringScatterCrystal clarity
When midnight blooms in a full moons gloom, I hear it calling upon the wind A place I have sinned to tempt me in enchanting dreams and golden beams to light my way
As my heart chooses and my love fades, the fire sparks to cast the doubt away Where is the sun to shine in endangered skys? the clouds pour down the diamond tears but i am still standing here
I once knew a Jerry We met once long, long ago In a field of Cynthia and berry It was spring but with winter’s blow. The air was crisp as the dew drop I stared at him and him at me.
Smoking on a kush blunt Distant From the world No one seems concerned This world is cursed My shit rehearsed What a universe Shit needs changing Rearranging I'm aiming For da better
Cape Helles, named as Cape Hell in the summer morn, Seems calmer, Not for the body.  
How much attention is really given to young people as they come up in a heavily political playground? Are we truly being molded to become leaders of change or are we simply just another vote?
I was standing in a river gently flowing, the fish were nibbling my toes right below me.  The breeze on my face was so soothing, it felt as if I had nothing worth proving.  The singing of birds was music to my ears, draining my sorrow and relinqui
I dare to dream of a worldA thousand years from nowWhere there is no need for history textbooksOr lessons from our warsIn this world there is merrimentLaughter and love to spareThe mistakes of long ago
The pushing, the pulling, The shouting, the shoving. Why are we like this When we can be loving?   The left and the right  Blame the other side But they're really two waves
The world is at its true point…BeautifulNo more, for the world now seems ever so TwistedWe now know what’s to comeBecauseThe media even says the same thingSo it must be true
Passion is when boys and men discuss last night’s football game, Passion is the talk of which player is better and why. Passion is the career many people go after. Passion is the feeling during a honeymoon.
Paradoxical timeline, however, It’s not a dream
To love Is to live For the only explanation Why we exist, Why there is something instead of nothing,  Is love. Its this irrational sensation That makes us go crazy That makes us laugh
This is to America
The sweet summer breeze, Which makes the heat decieve. Islands of Japan, yet the similarities we have do not stand. How wonderful and healthy the food is and known for the longest living in the lands.
The world as we know it is gone Happiness is a long long forgotten song The dark side has won And goodness is faced with the unforgiving gun  
A riot is the language of the unheard The unheard wants justice Law making is the language of the ruthless The ruthless cannot be trusted   Our government is very corrupt 
Love Wes Sharpensteen  
This poem is rap like talks about guns being solded in the street innocent people killed for no reason and it's about changing the world for the better. "This is the time look at the world " Blood in my face tears in my face.
  The bite of winter is omnipresent As the boom of a cannon echoes Carrying with it a blanket of sound and death
Stop it. Bickering at each other. Nipping at weaknesses and stabbing sore spots That turn any honest discussion sore with the lack of communication being displayed
Smiling eyes turn to backwards cries for help in a world that is blind to self where is the help is it god is it government in this time of need why do we feel the need to stick with greed
When sons no longer raise swords against their father. Who can stand? When truth arises out of her well. Who can stand? When the downtrodden are lifted. Who can stand? When the huddled masses embrace.
Why is this world filled with hate? Why those who you love be taken away? Why some of those who claimed to be good show hate? Is this fate? Or a mistake? Why is peace not revealing itself?
The American People I hear again, That is me So I listen.   I hear words, Words I never said or thought Under the label The American People.
As I drink from this wine, just give me the eyes To go back in time, to see what I find I'm 24 but have the mind of a man at climax If we were food, I would only eat my snacks
For the love in my heart  By:Maeghan Kendall  For the love in my heart  May it never tear us apart It feels like it has grown so old 
 What is going on with this country that I love?When will we get leadership and real guidance from above?Trump is real convincing with the prompter rolling on,
Many a man has faced the sword Many a man has died A poet for a pikeman A scholar for a soldier The machine cares not For whom the bell tolls
Guns, drugs, sex, and more. These are the things that make you a whore. At least that’s what society has taught me, of course, about things I don’t deal with, things that seem Morse.  
Yeah I found the light so now I begin my dream chasingOnce your on this path I promise you that there’s no escaping
Honestly, I was born in the wrong era into a time of progression my values constantly put down because I'm "special." No, just different. So go ahead and critisize I may be a traditionalist
I’m the rap Avatar and bringing peace is my missionI’m unlocking people’s greatness and not asking for permissionEveryone has a gift all they need is one decisionTo give there idea some vision to outside its mental prison
Unity is the message that I really want to spreadDon’t care what building your in or if your Whig or if your fedAs we all strive for the same things food friends and hitting the bed
Getting over it is not my choice,These are the words spilled by her voice,This thing had not already worked twice,Still chasing her like cat behind mice,“Get over it. ASAP” blinked over my device.
The lotto of lifeScratch thatIt's destinyA one in a millionChance toBe effigyE.g.Lying in MarionEff'tlesslyGentle reposeExposed toFaux certaintyHe knows
Masked by disguise, conspicuously I arise, into the night from cover. Unbeknown by day,stealth as I lay,I inch closer, and closer undiscovered.  The sweltering heat,wet palms, sweaty feet,give cause for pause,so I wonder? What's the real purpose o
Someone can think of the end result, While not knowing how to get there. We came to fight a war, Not knowing what it would cost.  
The universe doesn't care about us. We are nothing but specs of dirt on it's cosmic shoe. So we sit, we wait, we hold on for a day the universe decides to be kind. But what if we didn't have to?
If the sky were red what would the birds do flying high in the sky feeling so scared and weird just because their world seem so strange.   If the Sea was red where will the fishes swim
As we move to the noise of bitter discontent What will stop us from fighting for all that was meant?   We know nothing of each other Nothing of ourselves
They have milked her milked our mother milked our great mother   First they milked Then they stabbed Then they sucked Sucked her!    Until they got drunk with her blood
  A land once so green and fertile, Was reduced to nothing, Nothing but mere rubble. Ashes, Ashes of mansions, Of what was once a village.   Scope so wide,
I feel the love you give to me It's so sweet and sincere Like honey Not that artificial honey That all natural kind
It's raining hope It's raining faith. Papa send you away To cry diamonds of blood.
Screams, yells, whimpers, tears. Sounds of lightening immense. To strike fear and pain.
Okay fair warning, this poem sucks. But I'm egar to hear how i should improve. here it goes! Now is the youth of discovery Now is the ag eof knowlege 2 fools together make a man worth time
Dear Salior, For your service, your strength, your encouragement I give thanks. Over seas, miles away, days and nights I give thanks. May he show you kindness and faithfulness, and I too will show you favor because
        
Above buildings, Above planes, About birds, Above us all Are the cosmos. The cosmos may Be endless nothingness But a beautiful nothingness. Such beauty can inspire hope
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"GFV" As he landed on this rich land that is covered with dirt,the old man said 'shit' when it literally means to shoot.I was asked to jump out of the building because I misheard it,I asked "from which floor?'Maybe just alittle brain will do, they
Pray is chosen, If us all lost souls', Would chose to do so, Than rather choose to stay broken, Love is in every place an thing, If successfully wanted or willing to be giving,
A life being held from living, Is a life not worthy of living, A life barred and chained, Is a life forcefully taken away, A life unhumble an ungrateful, Is a life being lived out unfaithful,
258 The number of black civilians killed by the police force last year Was it justice or was it hate The truth we will never hear   64 The number of officers who were killed on duty last year
  O I remember how it used to be, When the country was good and free. When the sky was blue and the grass was green, But the the war came and the world was
As the story goes on and the words are written The beautiful princesses are being locked away and saved. Between each line and every word read We pay attention a little too much on one thing
Pretty as seen, Oh, how one can hide. The red eyes see, Right through me. Haunting Haunting,
Toes curl below ragged skirts,  her eager eyes lit with meager heat,  a single match.  Visions of food, of shelter, of home  all she wants diners devour meat  girl devours sight 
Once upon a time… Above the mountains tall Where men struggle to climb  And with a simple fall Eyes close and breath stops  Drawing light from fleeting life   Bitter cold the winter eve
To the soldiers who poor their blood and to the ones that still watch over us from above. attacks on our freedom you continously refute for that we will stand as one and salute.
     In a world, larger then life, walks many experiences and paths meant to be crossed. Every second of every day will play out due to the choices made years ago.
Once upon a time I had two friends who Lost their selves after a couple of years  But their story, oh their story you would really want to hear. One an officer the other a street walker
Politics & Religion Were never meant for polite society My parents taught me. But polite society doesn't exist At least in this day and age. Now and again vulgarities show Marring perfect plans
Once upon a time... People were afraid of each other, Because they had different stories, Because they're skin was a different color. Once upon a time... We said we wanted freedom,
The fairy tale is a powerful thing. It has the power to pull you into a world that only you have the chance to partake in. However, you realize reading the story that you can see the man behind the mask.
What is power to all? Is it what reigns our destinies, our futures? I do not want to know how power influences our lives I want to know a world that can influence our hearts  Where our hearts can be much stronger
If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention. It's all the white supremacist the president fails to mention. It's all these racist institutions that only aim for the retention, of all people of color still fighting against oppression.
The Princess and the Peace By Sophia de Castro   Once upon a time, There was a princess Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully, Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.  
in life comes stress but stress became less as time past by. The heart begins to feel deeper understanding of reality Love became a distraction Education became goals Friends became family
Once upon a time -no,
Father’s hands are cracked and worn, gnarled knuckles lined deep with ancient earth and old blood. We are long grasses in the low fields swaying this way and that like minnows
WE are the children of America The children of those who traveled land and sea. The children of those who plowed fields and picked trees.
Slip, over moss and leaves, Over the land that breathes, I am the Serpent,
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent, You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
It is the will of few men,That many must die,Petty feuds to mend,And boys in graves to lie, 
I. Heavens flicker and take fire. The Earth takes its final breath Trembling, Stained, Defiled. Dreams gained with certain loss
Once upon a time -no,
she was looking at us with her eyes closed
 Imagine a life where no one succeeded  A life where you depended on someone for everything you needed A life where no one dared to dream 
It’s saying goodbye to the one you love, The quiver of your lips as yours touch his for the very last time, Before he leaves you hug him tight, Hoping to God that he will return  
Humans make mistakes Just like every other race But unlike man the others have balance And so they all keep pace   But humans looks at them! Are they not fighting? Are they not dying?
Where I’m from by : Bria Baptiste   I am from the small kitchens From the soulful sounds of the urban And the colorful playgrounds  
Dear Babe Confidentially, I'm tired   19 years old Damn country Fight for and die if need be  
"I wake up everyday looking upon the creations as they build. I see that they are smart and I receive chills.
Little miss reddy Momma told her get ready Grab her basket in handy So she could go see her granny She was feeling so canny A lot of food she had plenty
I’m scared and confused in a world that shows no mercy. Life is just starting and it feels as though it’s now ending.
 "She wished to be happy, and fell asleep with an entire sky above her." I just need a break. There's so many people that just don't understand and that don't even try to. I just wanna go back to what it use to be.
We live in a world that seems to have become infatuated with hate and anger, overwhelmed by the fast pace we live our lives in, in a world where advancements and change is inevitable.
We're the children of the earth. The prisoners of society who have learned to escape the bars held up by humanity. We've learned to liberate ourselves and free our souls to the world, in search for a better light.
Sleeping Beauty slept her life away. Dreaming of a day where she could just go away  Eternally.  Finally awoke after a long needed slumber.
Rora wakes up to the sound of Monday morning news, except, she doesn’t know what it’s talking about:  nonsense, fighting over agreeing,  two sides of the same coin.  The nurse comes rushing, 
Once upon a time Two children wandered into the forest And came across a witch Who disappeared with them Now the parents and the village Believe that the old crone ate them
This world is inhibited with cruelty and vengeance Where they gather today to reside the reminiscence.   We are our own oblivion, shattering ourselves with the knowledge of nothingness. Death awaits-
As people we rise and fall, we rise and fall. "At what point do we do better"? I refuse to be bound and tied by my hands and feet and tucked away for playtime later by the enemies within me.
Once upon a time... A document was written to declare the peoples' rights in a new nation. These unalienable rights promised to each and every person
History rewritten át the barrel of a gun, How mùch does she need to bleed, What can the blood on his face mean,Those hands, That mind, The name is  unnoticed, You see Skin Color, Not the Story, You see Clothes, Not the Story, You see Stereotype, N
I think we f o r g e t. We forget to face the reality of living Because we don't want to remember that there is death, destruction starvation fear hatred intolerance.
Goodnight Life   goodnight moon and  goodnight stars   goodnight saturn and  goodnight mars   goodnight clouds and  goodnight rain  
          Blocked were the truths, Revealed were the lies. Insulted were the innocents, Praised were the corrupted. Publicized was the fakeness, Hidden were the  realities.
It keeps me up at night, the gentle rhythmic reminder. Silence only worsens the sound. If I try to run from it, it gets closer.
The trumpet and bugle are being blown, beginning the fight of death for the throne A war is on says a derelict soul A war of fear for the constant troll As the sword is drawn by little men
Nazi Guards Our tale can't tell All prisoners here--alive in Hell   I eat the dust She licks the floor Just to survive--Nothing more   She's drug away put in a room
jihadjihadis     what was it?who are they?   Not a bunch of crazywar-fuelledblack-clothedextremists.  
Father’s Eyes   
When we got the letter, my hands shook. You could have stayed, but that was not your desire. Short, clipped words were all it took To send you on the path you so admire.
Let not the blood on our veins flow without the mark of the pain the tears we shed and the sorrow we shared never will our knees be bent unwillingly and never will they be bent in front of illegal life bearers.
Snow, you knew her as sweet The queen, not the one you would want to meet The dwarfs, all had calm hearts The prince, for snow he could never part Maybe things arent always as they seem
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
Once upon a time in far away land... Wait hold up, did you really think this was another fairyland story? Well your in for a rude awaking, Because our princess really isn't a princess at all 
                                                      Our Heroes Locked up inside no where to go nor see I just want to be me I want to fly to succeed to be free
Past ( Reminiscing ) Yo this a story of my past I could reminisce on that My path was stack with million dollar on my back  
The blood flooded from your vain caused your brain to ich in pain My flow cause a murder scene in my bloody dream The diss caused a conflict in my switch pit Slick Rick was the king of the king pin Flow caused the Earth to spin in million blows Co
Immortality could be a curse and a living joke You couldn’t believe in the tales told by the old folks Since I was a kid, I dream about living an Immortal life Not just any immortal life, but a life to still see my wife 20 years from the other sid
What is black?   Is black the color of the dark? Is black the color of my hair?
Unable to speak out with all the screaming People trying to be noticed in this vast and unforgiving world Filled with negative energy and unbearable violence
Twenty one point three. Twenty one point three million. Twenty one point three million refugees Half of which aren’t even eighteen, Forced from home simply because,
Once we were great.but that was a later date.We once stood for what is right.But now our country is as a dark as the night.We once fought for hopes.but now citizen's are tied in ropes.We once could see what was to unfoldbut now we are covered in a
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
The little things, the little things. 
Aurora’s torso moved like waves as she slept Maleficent could no longer reach her there. It took her away from realities cold grasp. In the tide of dreams, she remained for a year.  
America's Oxygen    We boast about being brave and being free But maybe that ain't as true as it means to be We built this country on God and trust But sadly our ways of life begin to rust  
  What the world gains from optimism. How about I summarize it for you, I'll not write nor lecture because that will just bore me and you.
It's been said before by many and few but among them this quote reigns true it's me against the world and the world is winning, it's become so cold no one has the strength to be bold, it's a world where people are told what not to be and what not
Under one nation What is one nation We fight a war for peace Please Its all an excuse To hide from the truth We are never satisfied We live a life smothered in lies.
Man made of fire, Passion to fight. Arrow through his heart, Yet he refuses to die. As stubborn as the light in his eyes
  Remember her  who slowly lost her strength   Never losing hope day after day, Life of her losing length    Bursting with irresistible inspiration,  Doing so much without desperation 
Believe in me darling, for i am your sanity A piece of tranquality in a world full of ability The hope of a nation to become one The dream of a fatherless child kissing his son
We came to this new world scared, we came in the cold of night lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints on every soil and water way
My stripes aren't red and white they're black white and orange  These are the colors chosen and donned by "America's" scorn How can you make great again what was never true See he was villain way before even me and you, 
New, President New Change Donald Trump is not a Scum, he did not become a president to have some fun. He is a man of faith,yet also ridiculed for his honesty,
O say can you see, Oh, what I wish I could see when I looked out at the horizon, Instead of a flag that symbolizes freedom and peace
As one, we are the people. As one, we are the world power. As one, We were once the United States of America.   Slowly, but oh! so slowly... The rivers came, angered, shunned, alone.
Dear America,   Where are you? I searched wide and far, to the purple mountain majesties and the golden prairies and the endless skies so blue.
O, say we must see,That the dawn's early light,Has not been so bright,When America is in blightSo ready to fighteach otherOver opinions, being minions to those
Stars and stripesbut still the fightsA crisis with democracya nation tall...now just strands0ur nation should be better than Ellis Island, and all who camefrom distant shores...they wanted more.Divided now we don’t know howto keep Our country’s li
Sweet, sweet America, I cry out for thee! For the tears you shed for thy fallen children How many have you lost to the endless fight
You walk into high school, it’s just another day. Spinning your pencil around, The knowledge is just gray. The books, the class, the other people,
The great I know is the one that tells the thieves' liesPeace and happiness you decide your own lifeBut once lives are taken for reasons of the unknown Concepts such as hatred, as to detest our natural skintoneThey say I might die tonight, I might
What is love without the hate? Isn't that the grand debate? But if the bad were to deteriorate, there would be nothing for us to appreciate. When did the world get to this state?
My land is called the “home for the free” But I must be blind for I can’t see Behind the ignorance and bigotry The golden fruit we have called democracy   Can we truly be called the strong and brave
With saddest regards I sell allegiance to the flag Because for the first time in my life I worry about my peers tint Of the Disunited States of America Where acceptance for LGBT was gained but ripped away
the land of the "free" where kids are beaten by police the land of the "free" where there's no peace the land of the "free" where people try and force you to have babies the land of the "free"
They say that we must make America great To return her to former glory But America has faults in every decade, even now
I serve for love I'm happy to serve While the world is a curve. I stay loyal waiting for my call to fight I impatiently tap my foot Waiting for my time to hit CNN NBC vibrating off my hip
Land of the free built off of my people the enslaved Home of the brave though we don’t help those who need to be saved It’s a melting pot but oil and water don’t mix
The land of the free how could that be maybe because we're free to carry a gun or free to pay a fee they say race relations are at an all-time low please give me this era where race relations were high though
When I was young and frolicked through my day,Before anyone cared what I had to say, I remember my mom showing me the TV:‘Watch the President, sweetie.’He spoke to the Nation, strong and succinct.
Oh, when will we see the land of the free   There is a war not away    But right in the streets   A place of division   And fear of police   Oh, the need to come together
Oh, when will we see the land of the free There is a war not away  But right in the streets A place of division And fear of police Oh, the need to come together And fight for the peace
Bang, bang, pop, pop, DEAD The color of America's freedom  comes bleeding from the head A life that was once true is now a sentence within a jail A vision that once was America's dream
Yes, I can see them by the sunset’s gloom, Those who I enveloped with my undulating figure, Whose many shapes and colors through the presence of doom,
Don't speak up, Don't step out of place, Don't express yourself and, By God, don't voice your opinion.   If those putrid words slip out, You're a goner.
Oh say can you see America I breathe Powerful and free   Stop trying to bring us down   The best in the world But I am only a girl Am I allowed to dream?  
My Love By: Anthony Kirk Taxation without true representation, used to pay
“O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave” How much of that can we say remains? Everyone scared of scaring the people that need to be saved.
I am America and I’ve seen a lot Within my history there’s a putrid spot.   A tale of Revolutionaries fighting for freedom
 The U.S started as rebelling colonies turned state with the promise of life, liberty and the pursuit of property And this promise was for wealthy white male elites of the era
make america Great again.Make America Great Again?Was it ever Great to begin withThe United States of America Was hardly
Why, oh why America the Great Expected to provide for the common defense, but instead bring hate in our state With minimual common sense   Why, oh why America the Great 
As you can see America is filled with the "American Dream" but the American Dream is usually described as everyone having "equal opporunity to achieve success and prosperity."
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The land of the free Yet corruption runs rampant Trump is president  
Cloth and yet. Not. Regal with grim knowledge. Boots thick with blood mud. Guns without conscience. Courage and cowardice. Love and demise. All the big moments. Waving broadly overhead.
Cloth and yet.  Not. Regal with grim knowledge. Boots thick with blood mud. Guns without conscience. Courage and cowardice. Love and demise.
It's really not that complicated   At five years old They teach you the Pledge of Alligience Before they teach you what "alligience" means Before they teach you how much blood was shed
Strawberry stories at a summers end  quickly turn sour at the touch of spoiled milk. The sun slowly setting as the end of new beginnings die
America America      What have we done Our new President is crazy      And it has just begun.   He's been President for 100 days     And we're already headed to war
I rise from my tomb This feeling of bondage This pain once forgotten Awakes me from my slumber I see a field full of chrysanthemums What happened i wonder A nation so great Now withered in ashes
I grew up in America, America the beautiful.  But somehow along the way things changed,  I do not recognize my country now. I miss her more every day.   
America, America! How lucky we are To not have to strain to reach for the stars. And yes, I'm aware how well-off I've got it, but I don't have to feel bad if I haven't thought it.  
A desire of harmony won’t ever be manifested for a free market economy is the foundation for the greed-infected and given that in this reality opposites exist one won’t ever find differences and arguments a miss
In the home of the brave and the land of the free Greed Corruption  Lies Are what we do not see We fight wars because "freedom is not free" Money Power  Oil 
Lo, hark and take heed this grand nation that Towers as a behemoth above all That dare challenge its authority at Their foolish peril and witness this fall.
America, a nation founded upon lies "all men created equal", yet scheme and plan demise a nation so proud of their veterans except those who need help.  
America. It's all I've ever known. Except some bordering mexican cities, this is my home.   But home isn't always your safe place. Home can mean arguments and separation.
America, tell me what happened to you?  You used to be a symbol of hope.  The answer to a new bright life.  Where has the light of that new life gone? America, tell me
We call ourselves a united people,United for the cause of goodness,But are we really united?
Brown water in flint Government doesn't know shit Wall over Mexico Hey it ain't us though Right No concern No worries
It was never supposed to happen this way They were to be long gone when their little boy was put in the ground Yet here they stand, pale faced in a kind of starched grace
The class stands as one; A uniform system perfected from years of repetiton As the students recite their patriotic manifesto The individuality that allows students to endure the day
I spoke with a friend yesterday.   And even though we're both white, the police had never been something that was on my mind because-- Well, everything was okay.  
O beautiful for spacious skies, once blue and simply plain; now filled with many factories, we seek to turn it grey.O beautiful for pilgrim's feet, from nina made in spain; though not the worst, remembered first for whites and blacks made slave.O
At 7:30 Every morning, In robotic voices, We pledge our loyalty to our country. Are our voices robotic Because of repetition?
America, the land of the free and the home of the brave,Where no one ever had to be afraid.America, the treasure trove of opportunity and equality,Where everyone could turn their dreams into reality!
I am free And I am great Yet, Still I seem To boil with hate   My residents have rights And they continue to appear Yet, they complain and fight As I live in fear  
America, Americathe land of the freeAmerica the beautifulbuilt on bravery   But are we as boundlessas we claim to be?  
America How could you? I trusted you, I believed  in you, And now with every passing day I weep As this once great nation is now in shambles.   How could we stray so far
Bring back the old land the one we used to be proud of like the times we still uphold our own values when we still care for respect for dignity those olden days when race isn't a big deal
I remember a story about a man who's raised by a shewolf who swore that he'll never hurt his mother, he didn't trained by the wildest beast in his homeland Claws against claws Fangs over fangs
  There are times When speaking out is important. There are times When being heard can change the world. There are times When being different means everything.  
Mother America I am did feed thy milketh Her breasts were consumed with youth. A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
The sun sets on another American day. Discontent dots the landscape: The land of aimless protestors and impassionate activists. More cries for change, more cries of sorrow.
Land of the free and home of the brave We claim to be  We may be free from chains but we are not yet free from Hatred    How is it freedom if people are afraid to be who they really are?
Some may fear the damage Of a shattered window and a burning car But glass is not flesh And cars are not people   My life is not property
Want to know America? Stand on Lady Liberty. Get a glimpse of what it means; Look out as far as you can see.   Once upon a time,
I feel so much gratitude and feel on top of the world sometimes,When I think of you each night and day,And when I see you, I see a future,I love you more than words can say...
Love and hate realtionship is what I call it  Living here is a challenge that I never want to quit  Glad to be here but sometimes I wish I could just fly away  Years of hurt and pain and they still want us pay.
This is the Great U.S.A Spreading ‘democratic bliss’ from Boston to San Jose Yet we don't address the problems that plague our country
Land of the free, Home of the brave.  This sacred land,  Founded on the blood and grit of our fore fathers  A debt we can never pay back.  
I will protest againt this insanity Speak up without enmity Even when they set their dogs loose Because I won't tolerate this abuse And we're not backing down I refuse to be led by a clown
When I close my eyes I Envision the deep waters of the ocean Spreading it's arms across the sea Holding hands with distant waters From another country Never to break apart Brotherhood's one magistic bond
We the people We the people divided We the people alienated We the varied We the broken.   We who break each other down and hide behind the pieces. We who have bled,
As we see the world turn today, it looks as though we need to say together for the better.  
America was once something of hope and dreams A Dream to be whoever you worked hard enough to be and to live in peace and harmony
America America is that you? Motivated by greed and excess nothin' they say is true.
We left our hearts  to live in our heads. It was supposed to get easier but compassion is dead. Driven by money and heavy with pain; The blood on the ground runs in each of our veins.
My America is red; Cherry lemonade by the side of a pool In the summer of my childhood Lips stained with sugary popsicles and fresh watermelon.   It is red like Coca Cola; The kind from glass bottles
My heart bleeds stars but the blood is striped, and my heart pulses with war hymns and psalms  dripping with Betsy's fears  Instead to cover vets like newspaper blankets  
From lands far and distant misunderstood and underestimated; they may have not given him a chance but She saw underneath him.   She recognized his soul granted him independence 
The United States of Twitter... I think I need a one hitter. 
The Nation of Dreams The Nation that Gleams the nation that covers their ears from the screams.  
Am I Brave, as they say? Or do I continue for my fear Of failing? Equality, Individuality Unity, Diversity The archaic American Ideals
My country, ‘tis of thee Sweet land stifling liberty, To you I sing   Pure songs of broken backs, Long hymns of silenced attacks,
The Statue of Liberty is too cliché.We've taken a million pictures in a week, and the Lincoln Memorial looks as thoughIt might crack.To me, it means m
E Pluribus Unum. Out of many,  One.    One lost hope, One country fallen from grace, One administration
Anger, Fury, Anxiety, Rage, Brew upon an open stage Cries for help amass the rumble Diminished survivors stagger, often stumble Evaluating what has happened now Friends and families asking, “How?”
O say can you see America the free A place for you and me A land of greatness But only corruption I see
Red is for our valor Red is for the fight Red is for the bloodshed Defending what is right Fighting is important Protecting with our might But peace is also noble And peace is shown in white
United States of America Divided States of America We are supposed to unite in times of worry But instead we divide and die We are supposed to unite and be on one side But instead we divide and take sides
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We who think we are the greatest, Don't look to the news that is latest, Chaos and trouble that will break us, Think about it, because it is on us.
Oh say can’t you see Ms. Liberty? You should be bending down on your knees, bending over backwards,   Begging Please   Begging that your babies stop being shot in the streets
Oh Say Can you see? The tears of my mother liberty. By the dawn's early light, She embodies our fright. What was proudly once hailed as the world's finest land,
We used to be great. Leader of the modern world. Bringer of truth, justice, and the Dream. We used to have it all.   We used to be the land of freedom.
What do we think of the States? Is it the nation everyone hates? Or is it a nation with high approval rates? Whatever’s the case? Freedom isn’t free The rise in oppression makes people flee
Roses are red, violets are blue, Donald Trump's president.........boy we are screwed. 
  Perfection should not             be searched for; uniqueness should        die with its finding.   The above haiku I wrote years ago; It is one that I have liv'd by.
You are blind.  Do you realize our shape? You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind? No, I think not.   You do not come together. Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
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What should America be? A country fo you? Or for me? Most would say "The greatest nation in the world" That's an easy answer, for a not-so-easy girl But why? What makes us great? Our money? Or lucky fates?
America, a bold contradiction. Emerged from the wisdom of elegant men, and Lifted upon a pedestal with the swirl of a pen. Yet centuries later, our true colors fly Hoisted above the teeming mass of ignorance
America, a bold contradiction. Emerged from the wisdom of elegant men, and Lifted upon a pedestal with the swirl of a pen. Yet centuries later, our true colors fly Hoisted above the teeming mass of ignorance
America first, what does that mean? Ignore the world and everyone else's hopes and dreams? Your rise to power was built on hate, meanness and shame All for the crowds to scream you name
Broken glass, tears shed. Mom stands outside to hang her head, In grief. There is no love left in these streets. Two blocks over gunshots ring out.
Oh Great America   Restoration is the key to the future; Not revolution. We are a country formed through rebellion. Enough is enough. Fix the problems you hold within.
America, America, land of the free But when did it become about negativity? From racial slurs to political hate When did discussions become arguments?
The smell of smoke in the air. The morning fog smelled of naplam. Fear, cold anger, across the insurgents face. A figure, shrouded in light and fire, bringing hope wherever they stride.
Night peeked at Morning Hiding his disguise Morning was naive To Night’s shady lies  
Do not tell me I did not love this place The home in which I live These things that I've done in its name Are not yours to forgive   For weren't we just children Who loved a place too much
The high and mighty and how they think, makes us realize how much they stink.  No rules apply to those who rule, maybe they should have stayed in school.  Cheating, bribery, child slavery and all, what a damn shame...they are NOT answering the cal
If the colors stay true America will roll through Through thick and thin America has been   On gloomy nights and disastrous mornings we challenged evil  and fought mischief when we could
If the colors stay true America will roll through Through thick and thin America has been   On gloomy nights and disastrous mornings we challenged evil  and fought mischief when we could
This land, that land, but no land for me A rough land, a holy land, the land of the free A discoverd land, with hidden lands, a land for the brave A constructed land, a burtal land, with the land of the slaves
Had lived during the war, I would have been a Spitfire pilot, I am sure the Hurricane was a good plane, but I never really liked it. That eliptical wing was my thing, and the way that V12 Merlin would sing,
“I will be a flower” Said the seed And then he was a flower “I will grow to be the tallest” Said the flower And he never got chopped by the churning blade
 The land that used to be,   Where we truly lived 'wild and free.' The land that used to be,     A land when we were alive and full of adventure. The land that used to be,
what are we free from By: Keyontay, wallace What are we free from when we shoot each other ten times more than other countries
Progress is a funny word It makes us think there’s really change But when I look around the world I start to notice something strange  
A country with no freedom, a country with no rights a country where women and the colored live in strife. a country with the rich as kings a country whose people are fiends... if you thought this is america,
spirits all around, do you feel a thing? my mind tells me all of these different things walking in the sunset gives me time not to be upset I like walking in the waves which helps me understand these feens 
Free, free, free  They all want to be But what is the cost? We bleed red, white and blue, but crimson runs the thickest and disppears in one swig  Death by hunger, death by war, death by the pig 
I don't love America. I wish America wasn't so evil.  I wish America wasn't trying to take over the world.  I wish America wasn't trying to get rid of black people.  I wish America could be selfless,
The Canvas By Amanda P A blank canvas sits upon an easel No color, no words, no expectations
“Oh say! can you see By the dawn’s early light.” A land of inequities, And people cowering in fright. Masses of refugees Come home to this sight.
The United States Complete with a side of hate Filled with the ignorant and repressed No thanks to Congress
I think of the pine trees Like so many spears Boundless from sea to shimmering sea. Homesteaders and cowboys, people of the Earth Sewn with mirth And stubborn perseverance
I am who I am, I am what I am, I am who I want to be, what I am meant to be, What I have survived, What I have struggled.  
There is an old token sayingThat wisdoms comes with age,And yet I find myself upon this stage With one who is twice my age,And I know I am much wiser than he. Battle tested and scarred,Raised with a hint of nobility,Do I succumb to his sagacity?Hi
Guns don't help American society.  Need Less bomds, less guns, more aid.  Soical plans only help America.   
Slaves, wars, and riots Our history is terrible We cannot deny that Allowing innocents to be killed Allowing houses to be burned Allowing the world around us to crumble
We police the world We see ourselves as perfect We see wrong in all.
America. The land of the free and home of the brave? No, you're only really free if your skin isnt past a certain kind of shade, and apparently the brave are the ones who openly and continuously exercise their right of the second amendment.
Rising and falling History on repeat  Bombs and endless wars We all must always compete Fighting to the death Living to the brink Fathers holding guns Mothers burying sons
America, how are you the land of the free If you won't let one be.  America, a country founded off the need for change Yet you view change as strange.  America, why have you let us down?
Today, of all days, why today? How could such a thing happen? I’d be lying if I said I had nothing to say No one was laughin’ or clappin’
Waves crashing, buildings burning.Heads spinning, stomachs churning.That is the world we live in today. People screaming, children crying.Children weeping, people dying.That is the world we live in today.
Nothing more what elese to say?  Have our days been counted? What to do but pray? I live a life of oppresion  And being brown is my obsession But how has my color helped me? 
America the Great, At least in theory. America the Great, Why are we so dreary?   America the Great, Unemployment, welfare. America the Great, No politician could truly care.  
We fought on the frontier. The lush forest became a labyrinth, laying the groundwork for our tombs. Food was scarce, water deprived, and the shelter, hollow as our bones.
In the last light of dusk A bright flame sprouts From the center of the flag That represents a united country   Old glory now represents a dying idea The one of unity
From then to today  the flag that stood so tall in the sky, held by the weight of more than just the soldiers that grasped it the soldiers that fought so hard, so much 
Take back the country made by the people, meant for the people by any means necessary
To the flag, I promise to stand for my my brother who risks his life because he believes in what you stand for To the flag,
Red white and blue Land of the free Land of the brave Land of prejudice and violence   We love our country We discriminate against our people
Long ago so the story goes Lived our nation founders of old They stood together and wrote their goals On a dream of which they haven't seen uphold A nation of freedom and prosperity
It started in football, the first time you were noticed. “Number 64 is pretty good!” people said in the sidelines. I would smile because I knew that.
When was the last time a young girl wasn’t dress-coded or sexualized just because it was 85 degrees outside? When was the last time an immigrant earned enough money from one job to support their family?
America, the home of the free Founding Fathers resisting a tyrannical power Oh how we brought them to their knees And now, here we are, at the end of our nation's hour With the violence taking over the world
Charge straight into the enemy boys That is the time when we heard our leader's voice Even though all of us knew we were going to die All of us not reason why
Come on down to the USA where everyone is free But once you're here, i'll tell you now, that's when you will see For everyone will close your eyes and refuse a truth to tell
A burning banner lights the hopeless night Set fire by those who turn backs and fight Against the country which they helped create The blessings, they did not appreciate  
Why do we continue to insist On saying 'our flawless nation' When that very statement Couldn't be further from the truth?
Its a big white world in which we must add color ourselves however the only color I have is crimson the color of humanity for I am as human as they get   The world will never be colorful 
A ballot for the bread line A ballot for the state A ballot for the empire Will end the human race   A slave with no chains A bird in a cage I say we take it all down And wash it all away
Fuck your salt I’m just saying Why is it pink and Himalayan? As for your sea salt, it's no surprise It's organic, coarse And iodized
I pledge allegiance To the left Stand for the oppressed Bleed blue from my chest.   I pledge allegiance  to the right Disguised as hate But for freedom I fight.  
A group of kids make a political joke This group of kids call themselves “woke” But what if I spoke But what if I broke The silence The violence All you'll see is defiance America the Great?
We raise the best soldiers And make the biggest bombs We carry their caskets on our shoulders While we continue the war on Islam But it provides income for stockholders So the Government tells us to stay calm
There's a song in the streets. It's right below our feet. We choose to ignore it. We all learn to take a hit. There's a child screaming mercy. The President's a controversy.
"Oh, say can you see" the division in our land? When did we stop listening and start calling names, How did we become so divided, thinking our neighbor our enemy? Can't we just listen and not get so angry?  
Red
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
I know not the love to which we proclaim; No tidal wave of freedom overcomes me as I watch my flag sway. I am forever motionless beneath you. My country, I mourn for you.
Oh say can you see? Can you see behind the blinding of the media conglomerate on your Television screen? It obstructs it, don't try to adjust it. Just watch this, buy this watch kid. Oh, you can't read it?
We sat in silence as greed became us. We sat in silence as fear became us. We sat in silence as Olympus fell. We let our sighs become our words  and let their thoughts become our own.
America the Great It’s something you shouldn’t hate, We look to strive And keep record of our archives   From the Roman times
A country of refuge People will flee Politicians will rave We are, Land of the free Home of the brave   Independence we gained Yet it’s unity we crave Our politicians still rave
As we have 1.6 Million people on the steets braving nature as if we are in year 1. As we have 4.9 percent of Americans unemployed, not counting those not even looking for jobs.
We are capitalist slaves with broken dreams. The red and white are now meaningless streams, and the stars no more etched seams on a flag that sells deceit as equality.   No need to quote our anthem's wrongs.
MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
America the great. Great. What a funny word. Great. It packs so much into only a few letters. Great. America is great. Sort of. America has a beautiful history of freedom and democracy,
It's 2017 we don't know peace the world is a mess how did we get to this well I'ma tell you why we have a divid and people can't decide because of sides but we need to come together and forget the line
Truth is not what is seen by eye but rather what is shown to be. Many have died so others could speak both good or bad, silent or loud. The world has never known such land as these United States have been.
In these Disunited States We're always concerned with such petty things as Left or right Black or white This or that
                    powerful way to hear the soul, the heart, and the voice    "I love you" doesn't need to be spoken, but with a simple stare    
America land of the free home of the brave where our soldiers fight in war but come home to fight for a corner to beg, school children fed with sicken lies  deprived of real childhood lives.
O say can you see, the morning star’s dim light? For what so proudly we hailed is ever so fleeting Our covenants and laws made to protect our rights
Are we so cocky to think we are the best Well what in fact makes you think we are better than the rest? Is it the massive millitary power  Or the leadership we command
Ten I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America   Nine I pledge allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America?
We all are in a warzone, And the enemy is closing in, Surrounding us with armies, But we aren't done with him. This is war, and it's not fun, But the battle's just begun,
America= my guitar out of tune issues with instrument and player pegs are nubs strings are worn down & tired from hearing all this jargon the player when he creates music, it comes out dead or
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars All hidden behind unopened doors Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke Buried beneath the ash in the smoke Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
Father and daughter Mother and son Torn at the dining room table Food and words flying about sPewed in every direction with no true target The streets are littered with insults and hate  
We are living in the index of a history book yet to come.  
We fight wars overseas Without fighting the wars at home People dying, crying For life, they can’t work for Jobless.   Our country thinks money Is more important than People
Allegiance Inspired by Safia Elhillo   I pledge allegiance to my bed & to my mother’s Sunday morning pancakes & burnt bacon. I pledge allegiance
My skin color is different from yours, yet we are told we are equal.  Can you see through the Red, White and Blue,  read futher into this novel, this is the Amerikkkan sequel. 
All’ hail the Star-Spangled Banner, A piece of cloth that’s hit  the slammer, This American Flag- freedom flying proud, This tapestry of idealism, disavowed, Where Red and Blue stripes should stream in solidarity,
Dear Mr. President, Remember that your pen holds great power And, each and every hour, Many could suffer as a result of your decrees.
does that star spangeled banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? how ironic that we are not free nor are we brave run by a government who are cowards and steal from others
How can we be freeWhen homeless lay shivering in the streetsHow can we be freeWhen we are disgraced for whom we loveHow can we be freeWhen children with guns run rampantHow can we be free
Oh America, a star light. Oh, how can something be so bright. We were a seed, and now we are a blossomed tree. We built our way up from sticks and stones. Not yet faded, now strong and tough bones.
A simple spelling mistake they may say, a simple truth is what I claim No longer together I fear this is our forever Unless we stand together hand in hand Untied we will live United we will fall
We are brethensNot all by bloodBut rather by our crude pastWe are not from one bloodBut we a
in the land of the free and the home of the brave -  with a hint of "what's in it for me?" you see - here in a country who is proud of their freedom everything comes with a price.
White stripes turn to red It runs the river farther Blue darkened with hate.
America, so beautiful How proud our people sing Of hope and opportunity How sweet freedom rings  
you waved in victory  you stood with honor through the night we seen  you stand in perfect peace. you assure us of our freedom with every dance of your angle your stars stand bright
Although we are seen as grand, Our politics are full of remorse Nothing we do ever goes through Each individual runs his own course.   Now could you imagine a place,
The USA By Taylor N   The U.S. of A Or the United States of Arses, You know what they say.   Got no respect for ourselves,
America has been my celebrity crush Since the bubbles-and-pinwheel days I liked to gaze at the picture books Of white-blond wheat in Indiana haze
January 20th, 2017, a man who fought the oppressed captured the nation A man who said the gays should be prayed away to appease creation A man who is bribed to poison the air of our nation
Protests surround me Yet no one has the nerve to speak   Uneducated opinions flood the sea But facts wash away with the weak  
The flag is reversed, For less than 1%, Tenons are high, A divide will begin, Some overcome with ignorance, Deep down its wrongful entitlement, My brothers and sisters fight daily,
Slipping fast on a winding road All your years of experience driving All the years of our country thriving Fall fast away When a patch of ice is hit When all you have is a stoney grip on a useless wheel
November 9, 2016, 00:00, you open nytimes .comand the American map glaring back at youis red,like Muslim blood, like Mexican blood, like American blood.  
Oh you poor little humans, You Selfish Ignorant Humans you think that your cause is right, but your fight is not a just cause.   You fight for injust reasons hoping for change
I grew up being told you can achieve anything you want I grew up being told to love not hate I grew up being told that America is the land of the free
A worldly power lacking worldly passion Self-criticized for an over-reaching hand Punishment, ruler to the hand But by what measure is our help too much? The world needs aid shelled out
In the land of the free we enslave each other We're suppose to love, but instead we betray our own sister and brother We have the chance to overcome, but we hold ourselves back
With cold and calculated heart and mind; A man who lacked remorse for other men, Twisted the sights of those walking behind, To turn them to a life of sheep and hens.
America the Beautiful, We hope you'll never go, But some things, like your burning coal, Often fill me with woe.   The people here are all diverse, But some just don't accept.
America— The wonder of the West. The country when, at its worst, is the best. America, everyone’s dream destination, Tell me, what is destined for our nation?   The American Dream has become a nightmare.
I see crows and vultures have a field day
Our intellect, Is the world’s information— Yet we neglect, The wordless formation.   We feast on the disasters, They raise their swords, Yet there should be no masters, In our worlds.
Freedom rings from ear to ear, echoing from coast to coast, Since the ride of Paul Revere. To the free, here is my toast:  
I can’t sleep on the fourth of July. Not when fireworks  sound like cracked whips and sparklers glisten  like blood under a streetlamp.  
America the Great? America was never great, America never has been great. We as a country have made many mistakes, Too many mistakes.
Being born on US soil means your life has more value Hate special snowflakes, unless it’s Matthew One life is worth more than 80,000 so long as it’s Christian
Time machines were supposed to be cool Not for prejudice to take the rule. Have we reached the end? Can we make amends? Trump this. Trump that. Take off that hat. We know what your hiding.
It was your fault, where is the justice? Liar. Why is there two feet of snow outside when it's ninety degrees and sunny? Gloabal warming is fake news.
I sit here alone in the dark staring out the window counting fading stars waiting. Waiting for dreams that will never come true Waitig for promises to be pursued 
You look at me My liberty You smile, laugh, point What was once a democracy Is now an atrocity Totalitarian in nature But your fascist roots They run deep I see them
You can choose to be a democrat or republican, You can even choose a small political party but We live in a world where race disconnected U.S Religion seperated U.S politics divided U.S
There is a light on a hill,  Gleaming in the distance, Do not follow their example.  Do not visit their fire.    Atop the hill sits a house on fire,  Divided and divided again, 
I am what you call a latina Just another mexican niña I am what you call a pansexual Once again another ignored label   America the Great
America the Great, America The beautiful How can we say were the best when we fear everything that we don't know.
Fingers and bones pointed in all directions, Roses and crowns given to those who lie, Cheat yourself, Keep running the facts that never phase, Blame, blame, that’s the name of the game.
"Face the Sun"  
A stranger in the eyes of a child damned to live in a country of wickedness, How ironic the place of freedom is the most bound place on earth. A solid chained weight on our ankles corroded in sinfulness,
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
 The beauty of silence is persistant Standing tall in defiant couarge A million voices scream for equality But are strangled by blank stares Frustration glides down into a balled fist
Give me liberty or give me death, but the kids are choosing death now. America might actually need to take its final bow.  How did we even get to this place  From a superpower to an empty space 
Rolling hills and majestic skies Beautiful faces and even prettier eyes Plentiful jobs and opportunity for all This is the country we've come to love most of all, But people are mad They fight and shout
"Never again" History's a cruel mystery But how clever a pen Cinema's sentiment's more cinnamon-sweet We're amateur janitors just been sent in to sweep Epilogue for a demagogue when we set him asleep
Our American soldiers fight, Through the day and through the night. Our American soldiers fight, So we can wake up to the glorious sunlight. Our American soldiers fight, Defending our unalienable rights.
America pledged a sugar coated liberty To sweeten such bitter remorse. Yet her heart burned by trepidity When she hid her wounds with words.   She sang a twisted song, Her lyrics laced with dread
Oh, say, can you see What you believe, you may achieve By the dawn's early light Every morning, an opportunity What so proudly we hailed Together, a prideful nation At the twilights last gleaming?
Oh, say, can you see What you believe, you may achieve By the dawn's early light Every morning, an opportunity What so proudly we hailed Together, a prideful nation At the twilights last gleaming?
America is great But there's thing to improve  Such as a little bit of hate That needs to move   America is great But the President is trash He changes things at an alarming rate
America the beautiful, they say we are free, To raise out hands in class, as long as we don't say what we think, Politics is suicide, Bigots are those who disagree, Find the right answer before we try to speak, I can say what I desire, as long as
We started off united, as one whole We fought for us, not against each other Now this country's heart has a gaping hole We don't accept people like a brother.  
Oh, the want for greatness is an earnest desire, It’s your life, after all. Passionate people in a divided nation, Of course they don’t want it to fall!   Voice your views! Denounce the enemy!
How can we be The land of the free And the home of the brave, When we are nothing more than a knave, an enclave, Digging our own grave?  You can hear their cries, The millions of sobs very loud and clear,  Those of a mother, mourning the death of
lost is compromise the land of the divided the war of the blind
sitting across the table from my dad, cards in our hands, in a game of War. when our cards matched we would laugh and "I. De. Clare. War."    four cards and four years later
At the arena Section 105 A girl stands in the staircase, microphone in hand We were told that we would celebrate our great nation we were never told, however, to stand and take the hats off our heads.
Man, why does life got to be like this? Locking the car every time I cruise in the whip Quicker than Trayvon Martin got hit Swifter than Eric Garner got choked out in the streets by the pigs 
The scene unfolds on a president prepares to send the country to a war they cannot win. The world becomes a wall and everything is either on One side or the other. Democrat or republican. Real or fake.
Some dislike the idea  Some want to live in the idea  Both fight for the idea  until they lose their last breath  welcome to America 
Land of the free, home of the brave we strive towards these words, but still remain afraid. One nation under God, who would deny innocent people shelter from abroad. United States would be our claim,
Land of the free, That is what it means to me. Though there are problems that there shouldn't be, we fight to fix them endlessly. We fight for a country, where we can believe what we want, without hatred or taunt.
Freedom The power to act without restraint Freedom The state of not being enslaved Freedom The power to choose the religion we align with Freedom The power to choose what to say when we want to
We are America The Great We are America the broken Filled with hate and discrimination We are destroying our nation Peice by peice we fall apart We demand a fresh new start America is broken
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I place my hand on my heart and my arm on my back and I begin to sing then I begin to reflect on all the people who gave their lives so I could live So I could come to this event where all these people
A country meant for, All who care to look upwards, Toward that bright flag.
As i walk among the new streets something stops me A small patch of red , white  , blue enbeeded into concrete This stops and makes me ponder Who left this here , some standbyer? watching it sink into the concrete
San Francisco is the most beautiful place Walking on the waterfront Sun beaming on the bay Twirling my skirt as it’s caught in the wind  
The curtain has been hung, tied, and strung. The masks has been beaded, laced, and covered with a face.
Let the sun shine down without being scared, let the birds sing free without any care, let there be a languid day, and may it be fair,
All I see is people running Mothers and kids screaming every time a gun go off Bombs dropping like they’re basketballs out of a hoop The fire scent of gun smoke everywhere
Change for the better Or change for the worst Whatever we choose will end in a burst Amerca, America calls to thee The land I love as wide as the sea Choices, choices everyday
America the Great Controversary whether star spangled banner signifies peace Not if the flag stood after the bombing But war, controdictions, and power are considered at the least
America the Great Controversary whether star spangled banner signifies peace Not if the flag stood after the bombing But war, controdictions, and power are considered at the least
Oh, say, can you see the tears on my face as I watch my country burn in the dawn’s early light?   As people filled with malicious pride
I used to think that my cowboy boots and pecan pie Were all I needed to survive As the summers were filled with the Fourth of July and state fairs A supposed sense of freedom was in the air
When the sun sets on this blessed day When the dark comes to take the light away When the song is sung and the singing stops
The choices and the lies, they reach the ears but not the brain.  And yet despite the constant cries, he turns his back to all those slain.  The mother clutches at his faith until he is all spent,
Breathe.   When you take a breath, what do you feel?   Do you feel alive or ready to help this nation thrive even more?   Now think.  
In the twilight the American flag waves for The nations people
The world as we know it, is filled with war,  not peace, filled with cries and screams. Bombs dropped on nations, blood shed by a bullet. America needs to change, for as I speak of pity and blame, left in speechless pace. No more racism, no matter
Question one. How did Nazi Germany rise to power? A) Religion B) Scapegoating C) Nationalism D) All of the above.  
What has our world come to when kids can't go out and play Because these fake as men killing them left to right, When girls get raped and they claim she wanted it
The man next to me. Usually in a camo uniform. Or a blue jacket. He has tags around his neck. A shaven clean face. And the American flag painted on his shoulder. I look at him.
America is a land of limitless alternatives. But plurality of lies is not progress. Congress won't dig for the answers in the ground. Doubtless or dubitable,
I can now finally say that I’m used to it. I’m used to everything and everyone And how things are and what they turn out to be. I’m used to sayings and gestures and people pointing at me. I’m used to hiding,
To think, is to be free. To speak out, is to live without fear. Do not take these rights away from me, Or face an armed insurgency. Individuality. Liberty. Collectivism is to shed these rights,
Oh, say can you see, The stress society puts on me, By the dawn's early light, Race wars and conflicts are our plight. What so proudly we hail, Because of indifferene is starting to fail.
America is not perfect Her plans are hardly ever without conflict Yet, she has a purpose To be the land of the brave and the home of the free People forgave the mishaps that happened along the way
The market, they all want brilliant hues and will pay price high for your soul. 
Meet in the Middle In America, Where we're free to our opinions We're free to believe If that is so Then why is there contention?   Brother turns against brother
                Technology is advancing at an exponential rate. Being able to take advantage of it during the era of lightning fast information exchange is something that I really do appreciate.
America the Great America the diverse America the confusing America the worst   America the rich America the poor America the busy America the whore   America the citizen
Is America great? Well, let me see. Full of hate and supremacy, Only one-percent are truly free, The rest are powerless to the bourgeoisie.  
O' My Lady where has your Courge fled      Do you remember your obligation?      Do you recall your resolve?           No, you have deserted your Duty O' My Lady where have you gone
Where Are We Now?   The dark knives of the sky Now burn the ground like hell. Men now question religions cry When they hear its saddened bell.  
Unity If there is anything Our country needs more of It is That five letter word.
We are all just leaves, under a big oak tree While the birds sing And children play, We are all just leaves under a big oak tree, Universes sitting idle,
"Land of the free and home of the brave" more like "Land of greed of home of great fame" for a country that should look out for its own its own suffers at the hands of the 3% who own
Money Thousands in student debt awaiting me Inflation raising the price of life Anger and hatred rising out of the ash of cash. Not enough jobs,
We’ve come so far, yet it’s easy to see We’re living this misleading dream First it was this white picket fence, to designate our space
America.  home of the brave, land of the free do what you want, be who you want to be  you have no limits, even the sky can be yours  what about those 3 Afghanstan tours?    America.
  People ask me what to me makes America. If you ask 1,000 people you will get 1,000 answers, some good some bad, so let me just lay down a few facts.  
America flies, but we need to soar. We strive for higher, but pull ourselves down. We look to the left; we look to the right, When the answer is meet in the middle.  
Living in a country Where we are supposed to be free. To have certain rights. Speech. Press. Assembly. Petition. We are supposed to be democracy.
As a little girl coming from South America to this new country, they told us about the "new life" we'd have, the great oppurtunities but most importantly the safety  and the acceptance of this loving country. 
    Cause the coldness of the winter is what you are,  I'm begging you to freeze this spring seed with its scar. Please don't ask "to whom", but just under your shades of cool.
What does it mean—to have pride? Does it mean flying our flag high, Or red, white, and blue fireworks, On the fourth of July?   What does it mean—to be patriotic?
Unemployment, discrimination, protests, distress All this from a single look at your phone Politicians' tounges always in a fierce game of chess One side speaks and a million points to the contrary are shown  
Silence Crushing twilight Then begins the thunder Thousands of artillery shells Rain death   Bracing Against the shock As the earth caves and shakes
I give you the utmost respect With you shinning torches Beacons of hope Dreams as grand a gold You and your self-sufficient works Pure and free Taunted by the hatred of this world
How is it, the country we live and accept the very fundamentals frowned upon 250 years ago These cardinal virtues is what we are established on How is it, a baby in this day and age never see the abhorrent perks of this world
I turn on the TV and see him I turn on my phone and see him I turn on my computer and see him Orange face, yellow hair Shouting at me Spewing ignorance Telling me that he will
The Flag Burns It burns as we set it to flame not with a match but with our votes with our rigged elections with our money with our blank mind knowing we are sedated
Let us deceive the 18th century; turn scrap metal into jewels. Set chicks free until man and cockerel become indistinguishable.   Let them run hot headed until mothers’ cries-
In this time of oppression where the meek is no more Forsaken feel those of other skin For a new age has dawn to us than never before The USA is the country we are in I ask thee why for such feelings and such pain
Oh America, I love to call you mine. If I had the courage I would fight for this land. I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land. For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.  
in my america, i’ve found that there’s a darkness in it. it’s grown darker these past few months; it’s breaking apart at the seams
You claim to love me Because I am white I am a girl, and moreso, I'm bi. "Equality is important" You say as you spit Towards my brothers and sisters For their darker skin.
I am so afraid for our nation. I am so ashamed of our nation. How did so many people vote with their concentration
They all said America was oh so great,the oh so mighty, the indestructible military power ,immigrants come here for freedom and economic opportunity.They speak of promise land, streets paved of gold,
What is life? What is knowledge? Is it a life of ignorance and selfishness? Or maybe, Just maybe,
In these tumultuous times, Many lose hope. Give up Stand back Wipe their hands clear and say "What has our country become?" Yet others fight on. Those brave souls, those true Americans.
cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart.  those ruins and picture framescoated with ash 
2nd Amendment   2nd Amendment states " A well regulated Militia being necessary to the security of  a free state,
America is still the best country in the world. The freedom to speak out has always been here. You can see this as Old Glory is unfurled. But we need to talk more civilly without fear. America can be even better.
I first met you at a bar,  After I admired your car We were both so young and free, I just wanted you to notice me As we danced to and fro,  You said I should know, That you never wanted to let me go
Some where in this universe is an answer truly. A question we all diverge as a result of our undoing. But this life is a test that we barely shine to admit. The colors we display on a map of old cold hatred.
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
As days turned to years And faces grew lined  Time grew scarce And harder to find And somewhere between the tick And the tock The face of our God became The face of our clock
I see a future. But the future is not of me. The future is of others whose lives I see as they go by
I see a future. But the future is not of me. The future is of others whose lives I see as they go by
My heart is pure goldBecause of the things that it has seen, The things it has felt.I was in a fight, a battle,  a war within myself. The sadness I held inside kept me alive, It woke up the power inside.And when my heart woke up and went into anot
Unity  As the wooden doors of the church open   The girl enters the room She sweeps up the air like a broom  My thoughts of her are now consumed
Trump is president He will make our lives better By breaking our hearts
THINGS I WISH I KNEW A YEAR AGO,   To understand a sentence, you need to understand every word-   Giving up is way harder than trying-  
War
In a place where the wind flows free And the fish swim peacefully, Is where I'd rather be Than in a place where the air is smoked And lives are provoked, Where violence is the only prevailing quality.
Clueless. Clueless about the world around me. I didn't know, of politics.  I didn't know, the importance of voting.  I didn't know, women are still fighting for rights. 
I live in fear That one day One day We will die No, not just one All of us. I Live in fear Knowing that
hardships, ups and downs, you can't let them see you frown. can't groan and complain because it'll cause momma a big 'ole strain. romanticizing illness and unfavorable demise, who thought this up ?
We’re in a world of media but no communication, Called the new generation, millennials, blind from our evaporated cell phone eyes, teeth broken from our coffee our vision plastered from heroin,
Lion’s den I am sitting in the den And there are open wounds on my chest and arms The lions smell the blood, they will soon be here I bleed red, white and blue I bleed patience and equality
2016 thank god it's over getting through that year was harder than finding a four leaf clover   I feel like we went through hell and back with all these cops killing blacks  
Many minds rest on politics So many engaged in the political Yet the majority forget this is literal When many are waiting for the fix They are disappointed just with tricks    
To listen, or not to listen? That is the question Whether it is right to listen to the sound of others Following what they believe to be of sound mind Or to take a stand for one's own thoughts,
Now who am I to say that I am learned beyond my years In time and blood  the holy flood of hate and fearful tears Furrowed and scoffed we pawned it off with hopes to buy it back
I am a part of Generation Z and amending society   I wonder what waits for me after this inaguration I hear voices in protest and anger
memes of bee movie and arthur's fist conservative politicians and twitter flips the land i am in deems a laughingstock while immigrants stir the melting pot. i dug the holes of the holy saints
Ups and downs, crushing force Waves crashing upon the shore Magic lost, colors faded,
Don't you know that giving up is wild?  Stand up!  Stand out from the crowd You are heading through a tunnel  Watch your steps!
My understanding of the world is limited Yet limitless I’ve seen the far corners of the earth However, through nothing more than a Political report I have yet to be shown but a miniscule amount
Disputes between individual's perspectives on topics leads to fighting, war, and bloodshed. Disputes between individual's perspectives on topics leads to fighting, war, and bloodshed. Therefore, we fight
Oh Reina Sofia,  Do you know what you possess?  Deep within your walls, This geometric mess The one that haunts Madrid, Guernica   The integrity of Spanish soil  Resides in your ration
Why are there weapons of mass distructiosn Our we so caught up in takeing over do we not feel the love and compasion that we are born with Ready or not hear I come Im going to find you and make you better 
I’m tired…   I’m tired of hearing people complain… About the election, About the public, About who won.   I’m tired of not being trusted… By my family, By my friends,
Maybe at first it wasn"t my goal, but eventually I became so engulfed. How could I ignore the faces alone dripping and broken and scarred to the soul. Why must they suffer
 January 3: ISIS bombs former US base. 15 killed. "Happy New Year!"   January 7: Car bomb explodes at Libyan police station. 60 killed.
Broken to Beautiful This world is Broken Sadness Floats the air like smoke from a cigarette Depression
I am a Rapist?   I wake up every day at five in the morning  Picking the grapes from the vine from sunup to sundown.
Growing up in the hood all you know is to shoot. You pray everyday cause you don't know if you will live another day. You lose someone you love almost everyday, either they dead or leave you.
ODE TO THE RETURNING WARRIOR Copyright 2017 - Richard Martin  
Shambles and gunS And pain Surrounds Us Day by day.   My escaPe Is you The safe Place  To run.   We hear The shots We cry With our cOuntry.  
Why do I feel distressed? For my opulence, Luxury or success.   Look,  I did nothing wrong I was born,
The Election The worry builds How will our country be run? Both candidates are less than optimal One is a liar The other has no experience  What shall we do? We shall vote
Ripples of a Third World Heartbreak My eyes will open And I will see the vibrant yellow paint that has coated the walls of my room
The problem with meakness is we think it shows we have weakness. I walk through life faking my emotions and wanting to be seen. Always speaking, was my meme. I need to be seen. 
This Storm With its windy tides Put me through a hell of a ride The Storm Made me change With its range of events Running around like blood in my veins From deaths all around the world
A year ago I didn’t have a voice It was robbed By the feeling of uncertainty   It’s an easy feeling To feel trapped
Now
From this point forward, I shall march into the battle And fight until the end.   From this point forward, I shall be my own commander. No one else will issue my orders.  
00:00 01/01/17 The new year has arrived; time for the past year in review. Some are surprised we survived; “this was a year to eschew.”  
Higher. Higher. Higher. Reaching Striving Being Free But What is free?   I don't see, Can't see, Can't breath
Spirals descend, fading with the impending darkness. The inky emptiness      lashes at the patent light.   There is no way up,
Oh, say can you see by the blood that rains down on our freedom But can you really see through the red tears on your face or are you lying to me Again, I am going to ask you if you can hear freedom, the bells ringing through your head Can you see
The World is in flames And there's no one to blame but herself. Neglecting love, for so long; Missing respect, for so long; Forgetting communication, for so long; Misunderstanding, for so long.  
They wiped me off every night after going out to fight. To clean off the dry blood from a 30-year old. Or maybe he was 15. They all start to look the same after a while. They wiped and wiped as hard as they could,
Have you ever had sinking feeling
Avast there, fellow! See you not, and hear you not, the burnt sienna siren, Beckoning from beyond the mast?   Nay, for over the scream of soaring seas
Killin’ in the name of…Greed, and justice overseas A father died a martyr and now his family takes lead In the, anger, and angst that followsbut this is guilt that the west won’t swallow  
Drifting in a world of things shiny plastic and cold of people wanting objects  From brand new to old I want only my love To feel the touch of his skin His heart beating beneath my palm
When the music hits my ears I think of time with you When the words reach me from the page I smile at the thoughts When the pictures of the past stare at me I can’t help but love  
On an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night, A comfortable tension boiled over Into cold panic, yet still People clung to hope (I clung to hope) even as
In a matter of seconds a new year will beckon  a sigh of relief and dispair. I flip through the pages of a journal that cages an entire twelve month affair. Throughout it's contents
The world anticipates the new year to forget what has gone past but in 2016 we had many firsts and certainly many lasts   Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
Come Princess, Claim your crown of lies. Take your throne of poison, Lay in your bed of snakes.   Come Princess, Claim your Kingdom of falsehoods, Wear the gown of power,
Let’s stop this war.   Soon.     Our frustration Is like ground-shaking bombs, Exploding with shrapnel And black against the dusty sky.  
Spontaneous living I've forgotten how to do Rediscovered last week Feel completely new Spontaneous creativity An art I've never lost I live and breathe This momentary sauce
In the year of still not our lord but better known as 2016 I celebrated I grieved and was introduced to a newer
I can’t do it I can’t change the world I can’t write I can’t breathe God I want to I want to save it
I strained to open my eyes on the smoke-filled helicopter, just hoping to see my little brother smiling at me like he always does.
The loudest voices are the ones I least want to hear. It’s the beauty of a quiet truth that’s music to my ears. Ill thought-out opinions are always on display,
What has become of this wretched world? Spiteful jealously, countless wars, Muderous hate killing innocent love Many crimes taken out by two-faced criminals The world, driven to destruction and chaos
KIA
The postman came up to our doorstep today. He left a package small and gray.   From the minute we heard the thump on the door we knew something had changed something was no more.  
365 days has passed and our world has not changed by any means... 365 days has passed but I have become a new person.  Our planet earth, a place we call home spins 360 degrees on it's tilted axis,
You hang around the living room And lay around the bedroom. And you run through small, tiny, microscopic parts of my body,
In Twenty Sixteen I became 18 I am now a man and college thats my plan I will be there for years Paying will leave me in tears Because a degree Means a lot to me      
When we say make. We are implying that someone else will do it for us. Make America great, Make America white, Make america kind, Make Americans look. Look around you. Think for a second 
Ok
Ok Tears falling down Screams all around Is it me or is the ground Opening beneath us Please don't make me cuss
Forgive me if I offend you but I couldn't care less I'm not the one who can judge you in the end anyway I find it hard to understand the idea of the government ruling who can die and when
There is something to be said About the color Orange. He is our president now, and As realization sets in, we begin to Dread. But dread will get us nowhere, and
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
Missing you Dad. Dad, you're curled up in your bedroll, oceans away. Away from five little girls who've stolen your heart. Heart beating out of your chest, and gunfire spraying around.
Why
Why Why is the question that we always ask So why is the world turning  upside down
Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money. Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me. Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy. So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.
So, I hear you'll be gone for a few months. Three months? Sure, I'll wait.  So how was basic? Really, that bad? Yeah, I love you too.
The mystic looked deep into her crystal ballDeep into the fogUnfolding its secrets Smiled at me and saidShe saw a laundromat;A wash and dry cycle, where everythingFamiliar would be removed andThe discomfort would come like Sleep to an exhausted wa
Not only do I like to swallow my words but I like to chew them first. Enjoying each syllable that curl with this organ in my mouth and drink the liquids of pure richness to quench my thirst…
UAV
high in the sky vermillion dye clouds burst into flame chaos uncontained   chase the wind, kiss the sun time forgives the past done rain refuses to touch head
Storage place for junk I didn't need you didn't want to look at. I didn’t either. Until now. Your handyman tools smeared with rust next to our childhood crafts; macaroni stuck on construction paper,
The time has arrived for a new leader in America's society. Donald Trump is the selected candidate to be president. What is his ambition for being the president ? A question, he can only answer because we really don't know.
Why
Why we, Why we, Why we Why we, Why we, Why we Why Is my Brothers & Sisters going through this struggle? What have we done to deserve this madness The system doesn’t like we We follow what they tell we
War
I love you. My gosh do I love you.   I dream about you. We lay on the beach, we eat in fancy restaurants and I have even visited you overseas.   I've seen you get shot. 
America when will you be full? Haven’t you quenched your thirst from those pipelines yet? Haven’t you swallowed enough of those terrorists? Haven’t you coughed up enough democracy?
I waited my whole life for 2016, and it wasn't the year I was told it would be It's my graduation year and I'm old enough to vote but as I look at my choices it's clear they must think I'm a joke
I remember at the start Everybody prayed Twenty sixteen please be better They said and said and said  I remember at the start
Teach me that which shall teach me To teach that which shall endure through Generations.
  GOLDEN OpportUNITY KEY TO CommUNITY Unlocks hearts and minds To the beauty of UNITY Where hate is dead Love lives for eternity And the cloud's silver lining Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...
Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each others love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will
What shaped me this year, I cannot explain.But something is different, I am not the same. I've listened in class, I know more now than I knew.Perhaps that is why I am feeling so blue. Knowledge can hurt, the more that you know.The more than I lear
  In love, an infatuation, as deep and rich as love can ever get… but I couldn’t make any words come out. I had trouble breathing.
No one really knows the truth and I swear my life is living proof Day in and day out I experience mind perplexing things and frustrations wiegh so heavily that I ultimately sink
I dream one long, dark night a dream where darkness has overcome the light.   It's a nightmare In a funnel where I cannot seem to get out of
they always told me that i'd have to chose. i could either go to a desolate place of pain, or a place of perfection. did i want to chose? is a life of perfection even worth living? what about trial and error?
Ive got some things on my mind And I need to spit them out.Why are our black people supporting False GodsAnd our black people not opening Our eyesIt's makes me cry to go 
You were once so sweet and innocent  like a puppy barely learning to crawl, but now you've left a sour taste in my mouth and have left me with feeling like an outsider. On the contrary I have never changed, 
Why are people dying? Why aren’t people trying To make a better place  For us, the human race? While the world is having a seizure, We’re sitting here with leisure. Everything is broken,
I often greet the day with a scowl It's not as if I would smile after 4 hours of sleep, knowing that still, my work isn't finished.   I've gotta get up To get an education and to do well in school
Hiroshima The sewer! the sewer! they all scream the sewer! but i can’t go in there because i’m a spewer I see the planes approaching overhead.
If we could all see the need. The world may not need to bleed. With all the war in the world The neighboring world is the underworld. Swirling with death and despair The only thing i can compare.
 The ghost of a pantherLeave me in jungle searching for answersRewriting the constitution I'm losing my stamina.The test of a common cancer.I search for the damage.The keep calling me Moses.
Happiness is a choice You have to make it In order to be happy You have to choose happy In order to choose happy You have to think happy So many people in the world aren't choosing it
Each and everyone of us, was sent down to this world, We are here to dream, to hope, to wish, to love and to love each other.   We were born to soar on eagle's wings, we are born to fly up in the sky,
Since i helped you find your soul It seems as though i've lost mine I'm now beyond a lost soul Living in a cruel world That don't care about your heart nor soul Depend on yourself to uplift your own spirit
The Lim remained an endearing virgin, Folksong echoed thro the hills and valleys. War drums sounded, put forth the enemy's head, a trophy of bravery an act of courage. Feasts in the Morung, Hailed the vict'ry songs. .
The world is cold and harsh  A blanket of darkness and terror engulfs us all each moment nearly nothing arouses a reason to try, to work, or to see the next day
  To make a boy a soldier Give him a uniform and gun. Tell him living is a sin, And to curse the wise who run.
Tears and heartbreak, I live in a war. Bloodshed and death around me, I live in a war.  Kids crying and mothers dying, I live in a war.  Bombs blasting and houses crashing, I live in a war.
I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn. You learn to love to hate. We hate to learn to love. You learn to love to hate. We hate to learn to love.
North,South, East and West Are all full of nations. Without a doubt that are full of wonderful creations, but when it comes to declaring war these nations may get too carried away,
We worship a flag and not our lives We fight souls who will soon fly We aren't one  We aren't together  We are divided and it will stay like this forever  
Rain - is the world's way of crying Snow - is the world's way of cleansing its life. Sun - is the world's way of showing happiness. Earthquakes -are the world's way of shouting.
With having had peace in my mind in my heart, for getting up early is a big brand new start, accepting the Lord with all that I am, I shall never be the same again, I use to wake up all grouchy and sulky,
Brother His strong and gentle pose controls his path Though it twists and turns like a moons full night
The sky growls angrily And makes the world dim Roaring through the shaky Earth Casting war below him   The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash
Silence brings no answer Everday we stand as one Boy to Girl, women to men A new world should always begin   Small and big no matter who is The people you care for family and friends
Freedom does not come free, It requires an ultimate sacrfrifice to be paid, It requires men and women to give their life for me, It requires the most absoulute bravery and courage to be displayed,
I lie there   I find myself struggling Struggling with myself and my lack of wealth Struggling with what I see on the TV Struggling with what I am, is this really me
This is nigeriaIn africa you know that black areaEveryday children die of malaria In the street everyday is a hustlingA young nigga gat to make a livingLife out here is like a movie
I see Snow stick to the hard, brittle grass Twinkling lights reflect off car windows Little boys and girls playing with their toys Cookies stacked on a table set for many people
Peace is layred At it's heart it is calm and tranquel An inward serenity that can produce an outward glow That can be seen by all who gaze upon the peaceful individual It spreads from one to another 
The Greatest Trick   By Joshua Patterson, A.K.A. The Kronikler      
Its ok for parents to Stop mentoring their children ! Its ok for An  nurse to Forget medication. Its ok for a officer To Shoot a suspect.
Cries splayed out against the cavernous sky. A carnivorous mind cringed on the fringe of death. Hinged by the brass that singed his breast; stealing his breath. Frantic fragile thoughts drifted through his once agile mind.
I run from the world I hide, not so old My pen and worn words Young poet, old swords   Both shield and offense I count in my tense To fight is a lie But with words I try  
His Love It envelops me in happiness It makes my heart sing a song It pulls back the curtain of confusion It teaches me right from wrong  It shows me the purpose of life 
  When I look into red eyes,  there's a fire.  It has been burning from many centuries,  a war was lost against your brother.  Should you not just reigned together, in a kingdom as one.
Strip mankind of it's false sense of security, so the truth has no other choice but to be told.  It all makes sense now! Politics just makes the world less interesting..
Society can't heal to humanity we're just profanity everything is vanity and no one has sanity. But when my ink touches the paper crease, I am assured of some peace. 
...for your grace...for your mercy...for your forgiveness...for your protection...for your guidance....for your friendship...for piece...for your unfailing love...for being my savior...Amen!
The Container Against all dependable odds, He steps forward Having grown much impatient by the Sluggish uncertainty pervading the voyagers Scurrying forth toward Certain death or sanctuary
Is it just me Or did this world just become worse Have the killings died down Or have they increased Do we citizens feel protected Like the government promised Or do we feel threatened
~The News~ Trouble minds Corrupted youth Don't speak the words Of me and you Reporting Live
We abide in the world of dark sky Where no stars shine,no birds fly The lush of the sun fainted The fear of death became high The gloomy wind surrounded us; but don't know why
We are shaped by the words that will destroy us.  Our purpose comes with things that are not real. Our time is spent on irrelevance, shaped by the selfish. And yet you dare ask me, "why are you unhappy?"  
I sit with him as he tells me of home. Of the chaos of the beauty, of the strife, of the culture.  They say that all is fair in love and war but what if war is hurting the one you love?
Life and me is like a puzzle always frightening  always learning  never forgetting  to give meaning  to the puzzled     
America. 50 states. 13 colonies. I pledge allegiance to the flag.   America. Discovered by Christopher Columbus.
  Tragedies cloud love     Memories are to be shared Love in honor of gone   
I see I wonder, bullets being fired For money or for war Talented ones being hit, others are the poor Some say sorry, some keep running It comes to the jury, to say it's last word
That sounds pretty? No Mr.President, I don’t want it to sound pretty   I want it to rock you to your core make you feel things you have never felt before
You just cannot tell me To respect the men in blue When I'm still a runaway, Post-slave to the system Still a blooded Indian Still a blooded African Still the 'other American in their eyes.
I fell into a hole once, A hole that stripped away the streaks of red, white, and blue’s vibrancy. And standing alone in this very hole, In this pit of corpses,
It's more than just tissues and bone. It's more than just a pretty face or nice clothes. It's more than knowing right from wrong. It's more than your name or your favorite song.
Bloodshot eye, wounded in the thigh   doesn't cry                                                              Just a normal day under the Helmand sky. Oxy proxy     war in my head   night terrors in bed
I think of how the universe is made of theories—                assumptions and mathematical calculations attempting to shut down the human paradox and close Pandora’s Box,
Silence. Lerk in the shadows.         Creep.         Softly.. softly.   Blending in to escape the inevitable.
America, I've given you nothing because  I'm not really sure if I have anything to give.  I've rested so long in Lady Liberty's arms i've  forgotten what it's like to stand on the outside.   
This was not plenty  Peace, love, but NY times says they still killed Lenny, Playing the same thing, As he stares, thinking about the farm George kills Lenny, Cleansing souls arent enough,
We remember the pioneers, the Neil Armstrongs The Ben Carsons and Tryavon Martins and the legacy is this We take leaps and bounds forward in this game of life
Green is what he sees when he closes his eyes It brings him back to various memories He leans back and draws out a deep heavy sigh Letting the dog tag take him back in history
I'll paint the world, you'll see. Not with your eyes but with your ears.   Listen and learn, Melt away all that's stern.   Effects aren't immediate, be patient, have faith.  
We, the young aged by hate, torn by lonesome longing for days hidden in future history,  Stalked by a past twisted and turned by beliefs and  banter... ugly. We, the few jaded and new,
His smile is so enticing. It yanks them out of an abyss, His promises, Are the music that wake them up in the morning.
I say a prayer for the departing warrior, Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines, To fight a war he doesn’t understand, To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
But I BREATH; I Don't Talk, But I FEEL; I Don't Walk, But I feel the freedom that is taken from those forced to Kneel, A Kingdom, Made for self-appointed Kings and Queens;
Thee look’d out the window with nay more light. A plague; gray ash, dust, and woe filled the sky. When the smoke cleared, all was lost in the fight, And marry from thee my strength rose up high.
Peace is a goal we all seem to strive for, yet we are yet to even come close on a global scale. Peace is a goal men and women die for, yet as hard as we try it seems that we fail. 
The day we go and find the moon is down,Shall be a day of justice for the earth.We all must burn to find the fired crown.'Cause we're inclined to fight and show our worth.
P O E T R Y  Edgar allen P O E  did write you see he had to T R Y  and captivate you and me.  He stepped away from the world and expressed his feelings in simple words.
We look into our world has became posessed With the racism and contests, We fight over who is wrong and who is right Instead of looking at the babies being brought to life. We are all misunderstood, and outspoken
it's only till death for then we hold hands it's until a sister cries  for then we sing "Overcome" but as time passes and so does our minds when a sister cries from a bruise on her eye
In a world full of hate, I turned to written words and filled pages with love.   In a world full of sorrow, I wrote about all beauty and what was left was joy.  
In a world full of hate,I turned to written wordsand filled pages with love. In a world full of sorrow,I wrote about all beautyand what was left was joy.
WW2
In the beginning mankind has fought together to survive from Mother Nature,  against the wild beasts in the jungles and the fierce heat of the sun in the deserts and the monstrous storms in the sea,
All the thoughts, The thoughts, The thoughts that pile in my head. When the hate, anger, and pain from the world come crashing in. No one listens, No one cares. To hear my words just bothers theirs.
When I was in the third grade my teacher asked our class to write down one thing we would want to tell the humans of the future.  
Dear America A letter to the country of the United States of America. What are you doing?   Dear Black America,
To be American means you are free It means a lot more than the daily things that we see Our reputation is starting to decree Too many people are being carefree, get off the couch and go get a degree  
PAY ATTENTION Get ready for this intervention People are dying Children are crying Men are lying
when did my world fall into such despair  when did the value of human life fall  like the lightning during rain    my young eyes have seen so much pain so much violence   
We come in this world pure, With a certain gleam, A light in our eyes. But over time, We lose that gleam, that light. It's taken from us. Not by choice. No.
I am an indigenous breed who overdoses on psychoactive drugs| I am an immortal ferous beast who feeds on poverty, sickness and the pain inflicted by white collar thugs|
  Everybody wants to eat in this economy|| The one's at the top want to shine alone like some white supremacist astronomy|| Unconsciously controlling our sub conscious, telling it "Niggers Follow Me!"||
I close my eyes and think about all of the things that have happened, I close my eyes and I think about anything I came imagine, I close my eyes and wish there were better days sometimes,
Every time I look up there's a problem you see, Every time I look down it feels like I'm stress free, If I close my eyes and see what the world could be, I open them back and see reality.
When I see you burning Tears fill my eyes Crying children and mothers Make my heart bleed Blood covered bodies of youth Burn my soul Valiant guerrillas fighting to liberate you Keep my spirit high
13 pairs of muddied boots, 26 throbbing ears, bandaged feet, Vacant eyes, burning lungs. Nine resentful villagers, they meet.  
I want to be included in intelligent conversations Discuss about our world Unfamilar societies Our economies I need to talk about ISIS As well as learn more about the beliefs of other people
Here they come Soldiers marching Robots controlled by men in masks   Here they come Mindless Bastards Convinced by children Hardboiled in water   Here they come
I want to share a life lessonThat took me time to see:How choices make the world go roundAnd how it starts with me
Drip...Drip... Drip... All I could see is the soulsof the roses in his hands. So much blood,  The agony of it all...   The malignant aura spread across the nation For the sorrow of many where heard.
ever since I was young, I’d had a gift for the tongue this shit might open the door but as I grew old, real started to fold even the freshest fruit start to mold
My history book touched my heart For it said me that my ancestors had fought. They brought freedom by sending foreigners away. But still, many don't have happiness anyway.
In mornings of old souls that spoke to young bold dreamers of the days when the sky fell on the lands that once believed in loveI listenedTo the children that used to play ku ku lamiya and ciyaarI witnessed
Bang! When i turn on the news everyday all i hear is Boom! An explosion of unruly doom Pow!
Bang! When i turn on the news everyday all i hear is Boom! An explosion of unruly doom Pow!
With one last screech the Eagle soared through the sky This winged beast, flew overhead, blocking the sun The world seemed to slip right from underneath his feet Why the pain, there was no pain
I find myself writing as a poet and as a writer things in this world I don't understand trying to decipher life's mysteries, and working hard to understand our freedoms, liberties
for how long are we going to live in fear all these emotions we have to stir terrorism becoming part of nature breaking our hopes for the future Leaving our minds with an empty picture
I'm living but I am not free In the world today it's unacceptable to be me Words cut deep and kills my self esteem I become a shell of who I use to be  When you ask what's wrong with me
I am me, I am powerful. I am a leader. I am Hispanic. I am queer. I am a human being. I cry, I shout, I plead for the ending of hate  I kiss, I love, I breath.
bomb rhymes with mom but my mom is a bomb-- ticking away from the things that she saw. you would never think and I had never thought that my mom would get caught in government claws
Zoom! The bullet slid past his arm,  Boom!  His men collapsed to the ground. He trudged on through the sand like a starving scavenger snake.The American Flag shown over his weary arm.
What is humanity? Do not ask me my child. I do not know the answer, You tell me.   Tell me my child, What is humanity? Is it love's grace and hearts design? Or is it the lack therof?
Exhaustion like water Flow down to the Father  Smoke rising with the standard Breaking backs to show I cared Silver screen of desire  The looking glass becomes a liar Resist the resistance 
2016, what an inglorious feat. We have ever-growing technological markets, And we celebrate those on the red carpet. Capitalism has yet to be beat!   I mean, look at these liberals!  They detract from the second amendment, Fighting for peace as it
The world we live in  by Josue Sorto We see the world in rain or shine, but I never saw that We hear the children laugh and sing, but do we really see that?
People grow, people change, people try to make a difference in the world. Being young as 23 years old makes it difficult to make a difference on your own. As I watch the world around me, I change as I grow older.
I dare you To tell the truth. Don’t discredit the youth You spooked They spoiled your spoiler.Can’t tell her no, no more you spoiled her. Momentum in moments like this Navigate my future. 
I just want to take a few minutes of your day,To tell you about how we can truly change society's ways,There's contamination everywhere,from our televisions, our music,our food and things that we drink,
They drive us away from their doors. Their beautiful houses with marbled floors. They drive us away, even though they know that we have no place to stay.
Do not curse the darkness. Observe it on the wings of a crow. Don’t fear this blackness.   It really is quite a shame, how the bird was struck with a bow.
Oh tumult of days as I stand here waiting. Always bent on avoiding, It is easier that way.   Oh silence of days as I stand here saying.
  This Country is a mix of chemicals where one wrong move could cause a nuclear explosion. The obvious issues were seen on T.V and Social Media, It was all about the courts.
The spark of one Became the flame of many Trailing through city to city Clouded eyes, unjust hearts This type of blaze is a painful art One by one the trees burn down
Darkness stood in the fathomless night Black but for the artillery shells exploding against the sky. Silent but for the steel stinging through the air. Whole boys, whole companies,
"Happy Memorial Day!" cheers abound  While blood flooded streets pay for salvation  We drink, we eat, with bodies in the ground.  "Come Save Big Bucks!" stores seduce the nation   We laugh, we talk of how grateful we are  22 die at home to escape
So hard to understand unless experienced. Bond with others, from respect to care. Escape and fight; from a past and for a future,
What twists of fate could bind thou here, in a hopeless path of loss Danger lurks here, to thrive in one’s fears; lost souls listen not to the bells
Why is it That we must pay For others mistakes? Why does this world hurt us, Make us distrustful? What happened to the days When a person could walk down the street,
Should I conform? Though it hurts, yes. It's all I can do. I'm already employed as a labotomite in this grave conquest. From start to finish, I'll breathe given air I'll drink given water
Crooked minds, and restless eyes The world way to bent and far beyond Cruel, deep, dark words taunting thee Bringing much pain to ones heart hurting thee Trying to escape, but trapped inside
Surrounded by a novel immorality sometimes I feel as if I’m living as a casualty. Merely just another being on this earth know there’s more to my life than what I think it’s really worth.
We go in and say our peace, stay to ourselves leaving in disbelief. No need for unwanted keep and a trial should be brief.   These are citizens of a country they have a right to be free.
Tear down the wall Sturdy and tall Set firm with mortars that kept us in thrall Blood dirt and steel Flaming hot feel
I Piggy back off my mysterious saviors Soak me in your Divine bath Through your words of wisdom and way of spotlighting Death
Where were we in that past life?    This is no run of the mill fast life   Getting up around seven and getting back past nine     Enough to make the irrational type     Practical  
well now, let’s see, if you live in “the land of thefree,” you get to see people get blownaway at a higher frequency these days,
There is an dimension between love and war; in mentality, arguements occur in thought. In dreams, I get a particular emotion that cannot be tamed, but controled or overthrown.
I always dreamt of being my parents little girl. But unconditionally being loved always seemed so surreal. Never being called beautiful and pretty just because, longing for someone to love me with without ever being  judged.
Corruption, Corruption everywhere Want to know more, just ask the Blairs Not in power anymore, still alot to answer for. IRAQ WAR !
Violets are blue, or purple, or so. Roses are red, or pink, or yellow. Blades and bullets tossed from us to them. Nothing compares in reality to film. It rains thick and dark contagious red
I was adopted the same day my eyes peeled Open to the world  My birth mother cried tears of joy onto my head My new parents took me that night  And I meet with my birth mother regularly
Beneath the patterns of the surrounding society Beneath the spice in other's eyes to hawk like vultures at the vulnerable Beneath the excess necessity for superiority and distance  
Battered, bloodstained, and wearyI collapse onto the ruined groundBack against the grass, eyes to the sunriseWatching peaceful clouds drift across a pink-orange skyPetals in my peripheral, I turn my gaze to see
Fade away The calamity is on We lost all our pace We're all tied down Our life drains on We wage through the war And hearts thrown awayWe're all tied downOur life drains on And i'll be the antidote that cures the blood   As I fight for one last br
My pen hit the paper and just started running. I couldn't stop it. It ran and ran and ran. My blood, sweat, and hard work was my ink (still is). I wrote on napkins and placemats,
Raindrops fall quick on the lonely petalsWith the heavens clouded in its dull gloomMeanwhile on the oven, the warm kettlesHelpless to the fearful, coming, dark doomBasking in the colors red and yellow
  You’re a hero in all the sticky crimson lies. Aren’t you proud soldier? Forever stained with back-home grateful eyes. Where’s this so called ‘danger’ you saved us from?
I Am I am destruction & my name is that of the wreckage I am death, & violence; I am as catastrophic as a massacre Leaving nothing but rubble & dust in my wake.
Justice Cops. The “racist” men in blue, known for committing hate crimes But no worries, it’s fine We live in a society where people blame the ones who put their lives on the line everyday
I am unity between nations, Hope for new beginnings And represent harmony between races. Peace from wars’ endings, I am the Olive Branch.   I am an offering, if you will An accord between rivals, A rebirth from smoke; so tranquil In our struggle f
A silver pendant screams your name Red fingertips are the bane Of your existence and your fame Popping pills for better days. Returning with empty pockets and a cluttered brain
To the brave ones,   I know not,                                                                                                             The shaved head, The uniform, The goodbyes & the Hellos.
Hello, my lovely friend. I have come to mend, So please keep at bay. No one cares anyway. You're problems are mine. Everything will be fine. Problems will disappear, And replaced by fear.
dangerous. devices. do not dream of chemicals acid shells devastating wires tape wrapped tight fusing this dawning, with your bombs dusking, living,
Bloodshed and horror, Syria is a disaster Peace and aid, nothing could come faster Mothers and fathers can only cope Brothers and sisters can only hope
Sound off twenty one guns. on a cold rainy day, Bury me in the leaning rest with the others, that went with a protest. I will be in your heart.
As children, we trembled before our closets darkness night fell, like a deep black crushed velvet shade being draped over our world,
Oh citzen, you can vote It doesn't have to be republican, or democratic You can vote third party if you please But if you don't vote, you are not fulfilling your duty as a citzen
they call me a soldier of war.  a defender of peace, and a fighter of justicebut the one thing they shall never see is those we lost in honor.
the perceptions built up and supported in the mind  provide comfortable homes where good deals can lie  both under the impression they received a good bargain  perception is key within the economic market 
There is nothing more beautiful More beautiful than you The sun is a mere old and rusted penny compared to the glow of your Iris blue   If I could put your sweet voice in a seashell
Stranded on an island, I cannot forget my dignity. I cannot forget the things society has given me. No cannibalism for me. No unfair monarchy.
I realize  you ask me what is the one thing I need But to be true What I need is you And you and you and you WE. Together, we are strong Together, we are good
Flying grains of  sand, Crushing against my head, Burning my wind-weathered hand, I am desperate for a sheltered bed.   Fighting the desert ghosts, Desperate for the target to be found,
Everyone needs food, water, and air, Most people need parents and care. Some people need games and music, But only a few need others to share.   Truly, I am one of those few. 
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night breathless.   My lungs seem to convulse, and each inhalation of air seems not to be enough for each exhalation too quickly follows.  
The feeling of warmth comfort solidarity The first feeling of an infant with it's new mother Every person's
Hundala turned his back,- A Middle Eastern Banksy Who stood for peace And got the grave.   If only we could have seen his face.  
There's only one thing that you can't live without (besides the obvious physical needs), The one thing that keeps you alive, Opens your eyes, And even changes the world around you-  
Before I begin I just want to let you know that I support Kasich So I am biased towards him, and I hope he makes it This presidential race Takes us way back to when
Battle within, always fighting inside Outrage, chaos, never ending rampage Mercy saves my foolish heart, saves my pride Perhaps with peace we can escape this rage  
 Lil black children, y'all remind I of me,From ya lil black hopes, to ya lil black dreams, that lil black fro, or that lil black weave, lil black tatts, cover ya lil black sleeves, from my lil black scholars, to my homies in the street, they don't
Turtles Were not designed to be lifeboats Bats not strung to their stalactites like balloons, floating out caves to become kites wrapped around our fingerslike a falconer of the Caymans The locomotion of hermit crabsNot inspiration for us to build
Life, Love, Happiness. Three existential ideas All provided by The Giver, The one who breathes light Into dark.
The Thing By: Gabriel Greenhalge   What is it that we NEED? A slice of cake Some jewelry Fast cars Big houses   A Mind A Brain Something to think about
Without this one thing, I don't know what I'd be working towards. Without this one thing, we'd all just be slaves to life's tedious chores. What's the point of all this if status was our only motivation?
Revolutionary—             That is what I want them to call me.             When I am dead and gone,             When I am nothing more than dust             From which the trees will grow,
The skies are crying once again Tears splash violently on the pavement Tears gather at the curb, creating a small stream Leaves on trees try to stay strong to lift the rain drops
That girl, in the back of the class...  The one looking lost, Daydreaming,  of things only she can understand. Things such as peace.  Not just in the world but in people.  In our selves.
All I need is us. For us to love each other, care for each other.
The silent, the weak, the weary. That is who we are. We have no identity. We have no voice. We are but whispers upon the wind. The darkness of night surrounds us, and holds us.
Your hardened eyes reflect the equal gaze  Of a man you were trained to make dead. His body has lead holes that form a maze, Each spawning rushing rivers of ripe red,   You are full of another bullet type.
Sadly searching, yet finding nothing In a long journey of sorrow Sadly waiting, for truly nothing as endless days pass us by. Lost in darkness, we weep sorrowful cries
Living in a world full of hatred how can you be the light to change the nation.  Everything you do don't seem  to help, but it just makes the world melts. If we come  together as one then our 
it may be cliche, even ridiculous for today. i yearn, i hunger, i ache for Peace. such a thing is hidden behind all the terror, such  a word has become a fleeting dream. but i see it behind the curtains of war.
Haikus for Peace #1 Will there be peace soon? All I see is war and hate. In time things will change. #2
Missing   I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see. I’ve hired someone to do the missing for me. I’ve become impatient and salty.
Let me  Let me love you Let me love you, so intensly That my heart will be made to brake My world will be shaken by your presence Shatter Splinter And carried off by the wind Fragments
Once I saw Donald J. Trump I went and kicked his rump I laughed out loud And ended his violent crowd My bravado becamebid and plump
love has fixed its gentle tooth in me love has loosened arrows to rain love has patched my crumbling foundation of fears love has abandoned me
War. Violence. Hate. Anger. Rage. Hurt. Our world has been destroyed. People are toyed. Where is the love? Who disturbed the peace? Evil is dancing. The Devil is grinning.
Lets talk about the number of soldiers that dont come home Lets talk about the veterans that come home to no one because when they left they were aloneLets talk about how great America is with its pricey health care, homeless people, strict job ma
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori. They say it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. Yet the reward of their loss Is the truly fitting thing. We could not live without it. our reward.
Your teeth will always be there, even when you're not smiling. When the tears break and fall down your face, sitting on the front porch swing,
I can not live my life without hope thinking there is still good in people  no matter what they have done there is light in their hearts that with time, will depicts beautiful images of art.
Crying out for one of life's many inconsistent qualms which arise without fail. Screaming pleading for  justice, joy, a sense of reason. Little whispers silenced pleas
There's a line between what we need and what we want, Blurred by our own desires. Everyday we ask for acceptence from others, From the way we dress, To the way we talk, It's our way of asking.
Everyone is blind because at night you don't see anything or anybody by your side You struggle on your own therefore you need to catch your pace and know your flow If you don't, you're likely to fall behind
If theirs one thing that I can't live without it would be what makes me, me I'm not talking about my laugh, or my hair, or my smile, or my style But the me that holds peace Peace with myself Peace with my home
*Take my hand * Come hold my hand, Run with me my brother until the hour glass loses it's sand. Hand in hand we run to our destinies Shaking off the hate and sending out blessings
Im sorry if you cant relate. I swear to you this man promotes hate. If you do not believe me attend a rally. Just sit there, dont speak, dont be rowdy. Listen. Listen to what they are really saying.
As the world lay in ruin, I asked myself,"Did it Pass?" Did the horrible war that forced us to conform,Did the preachers whom to God they're sworn,Did the witches,Died of execution form? Is it past,The reign of terror?The fog through which is uncl
Humans are unreliable companions. You cannot judge what they will do. People venture on journeys to complete their own agendas. Selfless acts still
When a prick calls me a kike and a kid mistakes a rocket for a kite I need Israel.
The hardest fight Is coming home. No one knows the struggles you face day to day. Fighting your training, your instincts.  
Words fall Like rain down foggy windows. There is something gentle in the silence. What can’t I live without?
All I need is a stick of graphite.  Dark and black as the night sky itself, when no stars shine and the moon hides from the horrors besieging the world.
  Shadows veil the ground like giant birds whisking through the sky while the ground explodes. Deadly, bio-hazard hued feces drop from their tails as they battle other birds in this vicious highway.
Parallel Play   I. You once said that tearing off clothes is like peeling an orange, and that making out reminds you
He knew nothing but his home, and his home was the land. It raised, clothed and fed him, and he unto it. He was a piece of the whole, like a finger to the hand. It was vast, extending from each horizon, it was infinite.
Politics is a game, a wicked game that only its devils know how to play It's a puzzle, a maze with no exit way I don't claim to know it all But I know that they are liars and all they want is we, in their hands, fall
Oh say can you see  The graves lining up day by day, Of thousands of men and women who decided to lay Their lives down together for the ultimate sacrifice?
Heads roll, faces spinning before your eyes Death to Louise the thirteenth, They yell Death to the Monarchy, They chant   CHOP.
Dipping and slipping Comes the sun's ray Pittering and pattering Goes the steady rain Plipping and plopping Upon the forest green Clicking and clocking The happy insects scream
People treat life like it’s a game How much money, power, fame Can you acquire before you expire? But you see that’s where the problem is  
America! Amercia! Land of the free Home of the brave and equality Oh how I want to believe.   America! Amercia!  Home of the brave! I'll march for your freedom into my grave, and 
  Boom goes the reporter on world news Another city down, a million lives gone Boom goes my heart on the couch Another cup of coffee down, 4 to go Boom goes the car right into another
Amidst the creatures of the abyssal plain, Leviathans of lacustrine paunch, Phantoms lurking amongst the slain, And behemoths reposed on many a haunch— There lies the Substance of oneiric source,
Amidst the creatures of the abyssal plain, Leviathans of lacustrine paunch, Phantoms lurking amongst the slain, And behemoths reposed on many a haunch— There lies the Substance of oneiric source,
Stranded for hours on this lonely island Nothing to comfort or guide me. Not a bite to eat or book to read, Not a soul to sit beside me.   But my hope floats out on the water.  
How I see it, we have all changed             Everyday is something different How I see it, we have left the world behind             And all logic with it How I see it, there is no space for dexterity
I fell at the first moment of battle But I didn’t get up until the end, As I scavenged for food I found a foe But we quickly became friends,
Death Who could have guessed this poem would have been about death? My life has been all about death despite a single utermost definitive borderline quaking occurance this tragedy has been one more way
Hello fellow friend, do come sit For I have something to admit My soul feels weak in this gray soil Which by war has been spoiled. Only sick and sorrow do I see
Got talent people want to talk souls get silent when there Under oath for man's sake. Is Jay Z a Mason? Or Is he God body down with the Nations God's & earth's This brother is heavily criticized.
People call it lonliness But to me it's longing My fingertips long for the touch of your skin My lips tingling with the thought of yours on top of them My eyes cried for you, as my heart broke without you
September 1st, 1947 James and Brother are told it is an honor to fight for this country an honor to fight for soil cause it just is
  A volcano erupts in fiery passion, A boiling rage deep in its core Comes to the surface in spitting rage Breaking the earth and forcing it into the sky A billowing cloud of smoke and lightning
It's so foolish How we're forced to walk around In disguise In a world so clueless
We live in a simple world, carried on by the words, "Land of the Free, Home of the Brave." But how important are those words that this country was built on? How do we live by these words that we're supposed to stand for?
The world is just a mirror of the soul Growing from roots, but barely bold For the life we live, for time that's sold For what we seek, for price and gold What is different between you and I?
Best friends are angels,That God sent along.They always stay beside you,Whenever things go wrong.
Yo, Ben Shapiro     Stop hatin' on black lives matterPeople of all creeds and colors deserve to blabberEven though they too busy riotin' to look up the definition of meaningful contribution    
Dark alleyways where the light that shines is none a child sits in silence so old but yet so young. Tears they flow but can't be seen for they are somewhere trapped inside
Boots, Helmets, and pride Representing the homeland All for our freedom
Boots, Helmets, and pride Representing the homeland All for our freedom
People have so many memories of that day Of sadness and pain Of national pride and anger Of unity and fear  
The sky is light blue Its sweet melancholy makes me think of it all Dreams being chased in such optimism But all I see in the sea is a reflection of myself How I view the world A sea of red
every time you deny us our thoughts and our rights there is another voice added to the song of our fight you may diminish our forces but you will not succeed because we are the pens that
Earth A world so basic we make so complicated a life we must stick in the center of a boiling hearth   The world Meant only to give us home has become a mixing bowl of trouble
Morning bells boom betwixt lofting ashes and Unsheathed blokes razing the town; Pirates about pillaging and raping As they please; Militia have fled the town.   Morning bells strike as the hanging and
Fall into the arms of sweet serenity, let it need you, plead truth, A means to begin, dreaming again- of what can be a meaningless trend, harvest remarks, calmness mark, Fall between bridges,
All I need is world peace realizing people are fighting but dont know the worth everybody is the same but then it's digging in to the earth. knowing that we only
Drip, drop I can hear it I look down and see it A stream of blood falling softly   Let it drip and drop Let it flood to the floor Let it run like a river
 Freedom, my friend, Broke my bonds of misfortune, Giving me the key to my primordial rights, And allowing me to fight my primeval strifes.    Never again will I be the subject of impotence,
Martin didn't "die" for us. You see, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. Unfortunately this heroic man was so hated. Why? Because he wanted equal rights? What if Dr. King and others didn't fight?
All I could ask for A nice day Everything great I have done was on a nice day They say patience is a virture But isn't time the real blessing All just my thoughts Which I could have on a nice day
I was always told that god loves all his creaturesThat he made us in his image and there are no ugly featuresThat for every one of us god has a planand everything that happens is within his handsBut what about the child who’s raped by a preacherPi
A million cities burning in my mind Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky. The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh, Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
The Dance of Death Death can be the burning day, Death can be the chilling night,    
I miss my home. I miss walking down the noisy streets. I miss hearing the laughs of the happy children in the streets. My home, my roots, my family. It’s where I long to be and I hope that one day it will be free. Free from sadness, free from pove
From all my days, I am sad to say that I have never experienced comfort. To be soothed, to feel love that is everlasting is unfamiliar, where does it come from?
Closed walls, walled hearts narrow halls, hollow parts. A man alone, set apart Black Turnstone, hidden heart. High throne, thin skin
The world’s gone madLike a raging bullCrashing into peopleWith eyes covered by wool. Our world’s gone madLet’s be honest hereAnger circles PainAnd Avoidance causes Fear.
Kindness should be easy, love should have no end. Forgiveness should be effortless especially to a friend.   Good should be our moral guide Faith should concur fear Integrity should be infinite
I see the earth cleaved in two, The tides drive away, Sweet angels mourning, As night befalls decay. The crash implores the heavy sighs Of men dying for a breath, Signalling the final song
I am the difference. I am the change that I seek in an alphabetical order i’m still amazing in these streets I rise from Ludicrous rhymes and liefs deranged.
Out of the night that covers me, In the shadows of self unseen, Only the spark can ignite me. As I thank the Higher Power that be, For the courage to be a shining light.
We go through motions with absence of purpose; We make conversations with absence of words; We ask how are you with no intentions of caring; We play with Love with no intentions to stay;
Simple wording complex idea Turning gears from what one hears Reality disillusioned Thoughts interrupted Just a thought in mind Lost unless spoken Still skewed when heard
Don’t know what is the deal But I’m tired Insane in the membrane like Cypress Hill The way they organize the system of the school I can’t help it
I forgot the taste of reality On brick-dusted lips because I can’t speak the truth. It’s too hard to say:  
When I was five, I saw a cloud in the sky.   It looked like:   The places where fairies slept
To protect us, To serve us, To let us be free. Guns and violence. It's not what he longed for. He only wished to save the country.  To let us live without fear.  Dont worry he is here. 
my name is Isis now i'm Charlie my name is Charlie. I hide myself under this name that is not mine the name that i have stole like ISIL stole mine my name is Isis and I fear that this isnt my name anymore
I believe in pink defining my mood, soothed I believe smiles could change the world I believe in promises faith, trust and pixie dust I believe in college to better my life
To be scared is to be alive. It is the thing that stops us, Prevents us from harming ourselves. It’s why we don’t jump out of windows, Why we don’t stab our eyes, Why we leave spiders alone.
Jihadi Vacation DayVacation day, they plannedthe jihadi way. Gather guns and kill away,upon a Christmas party. Well placed video cams,worn upon their heads. After the insanity, go home and post on YouTube lickity split.. Proclaim, they're heaven b
I travel through an endless song, Through the abstract sound waves That have tracked me down, leaving me kneeling To a powerful God, who has taught me how to un-tie asphalt knots
                              We are champions, the battle was won.                                 Victory, victory is going to come.                               Competitions wonder how we did this.
I never thought I'd slip this hard.  
Training day and night Brave soul signed to his country Blood, Sweat, and Tears Behind loved ones are kept waiting   Brave soul signed to his country Trained to fight Fears faced
Blood is lost demons are slain The one who is rain The battle is fought Victories are won  Fire is doomed by the setting sun   The monster's curse shows the way
Drenched upon the battle fieldUnder silver weapons wieldMisdirection her only shieldThe wildest of roses grew
Such an anomaly how we move so silently head to the ground trying not to disturb the anarchy unfortunately we perceive with our eyes instead of our mind now we realize the government lies
Sea of greed, sea of truth My vision, the naked vision of old and new For which the present mocks the past and jeers at the future Ah, America, what is your vision What do you see behind the looking glass?
    Her mind is already ferhoodled with because of everyone thoughts and concerns. Or maybe its just her because She’s so concerned.
I know i can paint. I know i can write. But right now isn't the time for choosing a career. I dont want any confusion in my mind. I just want to seperate the world from the hate it holds so tight.
This is the daily grindtime we don't want to findso full it will destroy your mind The pencil is blindwhite paper all linedwith tape we are kind
I’ve heard of you so uncommon it seems the lucky few whose constant is new hopes and dreamsyour everyday outlook, I hope it hits me like a beam  
Who are we to become what have we become  are we standing as one or are we slaves to the "greater one" when we fail to realize how powerful we can be one nation one defeat blind to the facts and naive
Guns may fire Bombs may drop But we stand with you Côté à côté.   Blood has been spilled Your people have been killed
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled. The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue, Employs emotion, though no form is curled. On flesh, a chain of plugs will here subdue.
Who wouldn't want to go back and re-live those Varsity Days?
Democracy? An illusion Freedom? A delusion How are we supposed to feel  with Isis's intrusion? We're stuck in bad habit while they're organizing their cabinet.
                                                We’ve Had Enough                                               By: Wardah Elghazali   A child lay on the ground dejected
I am a Warrior I do not wake in hesitation each day  but I wake to the idea of change I stand knowing that my feet may fail
I love my Country. But i love you more. They took you away, but you chose to leave. I am the Waiter, for you to come home. I am the lover, who never leaves. You are true.
I am an Insignificant Human who looks at the world. I wonder what will become of us in the years to follow. I hear the world crying; dying. I see what no one would want to remember. I want to change this world.
What is this thing we call a home if it doesn't feed us, if it doesn't please us? A flash of light, pure and white, recedes into gray; what's perfect is good, what's good is complicated,
  I am an Armenian I am from a country so small, people ask, "Where's that?" when I say its name I am from a race of people who have existed for 4,000 years,
Awake. We're awake onto a new journey; onto a new generation; onto a new century.
We call them up And ask them to serve This country that we love We pack them up And ship them out To lands we've never heard of The fight the battles  So we can be free  
Our time on earth is very short, People cant you see! We don't need this vicious fighting, What we need is peace!   Put down your weapons, Raise your hearts. Rejoice throughout the land,
Before I came I was nervous, but I became like a man in worship.I stripped off the shells of my insecurity, and embraced a new vision of surety.I found myself among so many flags, all these different colors and rags.
what are we ,but small fragments of a working machine turning and twisting into making profits hurting our spines and our spleens  for what  a bit of peace ,a calm after the storm we call our lives 
Flittering, fluttering, fast and faux heart Why will you not do your part? You’re quaking and shaking and making a fuss But all I desire is stillness and trust   Flittering, fluttering, fearful faux heart
Boxes of wood and iron Each crate tells its tale Some wrapped in red, others draped in blue Some set upon sail, others to fly  
I am not a name. Nor shall I ever leave. I am the spinning spheres of synergy Between the breaths you breathe. Listen closely. Hear me laughing through the leaves? And if I disappear don't fret
The world as we see it is different then it is children crying people dying there’s no cure for us to see reality as it truly is we have to open our eyes to solve the problems
They serve the almighty warrant, but doesn't warrant the force they take, decisions they make,  for the sake, of victims they've slayed.   They're jumpy if you move in the slight
Today our world is portrayed as cruel nothing but a bunch of gouls but we are just creatures put on this planet to live and learn balance is key   every scale needs balance
Thinking of you, sleeping in my arms. Waiting for you. Sound the alarm. I'm thinking of you, my darling. Thinking of the day. When you'll come home.
Oversized Children drowning in a pond of their own self loathing, trying, trudging long O’ so hard; stumbling down a path O’ so dark,why these people try to demonstrate in the light, “ignorance” passed down by selfish plight.It’s awful to see a si
Hail to what king!!! Why must we follow... Why the leader... Why do we reject the commands of our king... Yet we Must have one... Can we not live our lives in peace? We need not to kneel to a crown!!!
Rich
hello from the outside i must have called a thousand times hello  how are you  its so typical of me  to talk about myself  im sorry hello its me hello from the outside
I am the truth
On the news today (a boy, age eight - ) Trump called Kelly a bimbo a boy tripped into a million dollar painting  and
Sick world
Sick world
I see the Impact of others, but where is mine?  Where is my meteor of destruction or one that will destruct for a couple billion years and then create new life?  You probably won't have to wait billions of years for that. 
Laughter in the midst of disaster Fake tears rolling down on the cheeks of actors A dangerous hazard climbing up the ladder Being trickled on by bad bladders Of fat bastards behind the scene
I am passionate and humble. I wonder what the future holds for humanity for it seems it desires to be hugged lovingly. I hear “friends” snickering and mumbling behind each other’s backs.
Listen to my words. Listen to my struggle.
In and out like a perfect breeze I seem to be Remember my touch forever on your soul The effects of my presence makes one intoxicated in Hennesy Which leaves one wearing a smile worth Earth's precious gold
Freedom cast's in shades of blue, Both above and beneath the moon. Water glisten's in the deep, Star's twinkle, then go to sleep, The wind disturbs the river, The cloud's are lined with silver.
Why does every planet have a moon? Why can't these words lift up out this tune. Why are there police shooting, innocent kids, like politics are crictal? But this rhymes I'm spitting are lyrical. Guess it's the sign of the days.
Standing there in the rain crying through the pain Standing there in the rain it's so dark no one thought Standing there in the rain I watched how it all disappeared Standing there in the rain
When the little soldier boy comes home He will see He will see what has become Of his home  And of his love.  The roses have died, the trees quake, and in the meadow they lay.
We have came to far to lose it all. We Have climbed to high just to fall. If we do, we shall rise once again. We will continue to rise until the end. Although Life can be hard and rough.
As I grow my many flaws begin to show Pushed and pulled by the world My problems become unfurled Yet against all odds I begin to stand In what looks so much like a foreign land
  Are we really free? Is everything meant to be? All these questions and no answers No definite answers only indefinite prayers. Thoughts running longer than fathoms Explicit and hard to fathom
"LIFE IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS"  
I am the idea of everyone, but accomplished by no one. I am in everyones head, the most important thing anyone has said. I am what countries strive for, what soliders die for. I am what leaders seek,
I will forever be a patriot of my country I will forever do my best to protect I will forever stand up for the pledge of allegiance If I physically can
There is change on the horizon. The wind carries it to my door. It is time to enlighten. It is time to end the war.   There is change in the ocean. The waves crash against the shore.
Many hands hold up the world, Few hands crumple under the weight.   Many hands fold in prayer,
I am automatic. As in Autobots v. Decepticons? Because deception is the only perception we can wrap our heads around, As we get lead around like a Merry-Go-Round.
Here is to the women who hurt. How their pain never told though their stories ever sold, intuitively resistant and bold.
All she has is herself A round world with just her in it No one around, no one to speak too She would walk around Wondering why she's there Wandering around feeling of fear
he was eight the monster in his closet was real Dad said “Protect Sammy.” so he braced his shoulders for the jolt of the gun and eliminated the threat to his little brother
I am a dreamer, a wonderer, and an adventurer. I wonder what kind of life I will live. I hear the sturggles of my family around me. I see the pain of them as they cry in worry.
The veteran Worthy of respect With a nation to protect From the cold, ill dangers Of the globe Giving the young boy hope
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  We failed  our mission to the people we serve  torn by pride and history
I AM THE CHANGE   I’m sorry I don’t want to be a president, I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone, I want to love, give and live for everyone, I want to bury this pressing dent,
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy" The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
Wake up and think, what happened? how'd we get here? Separation due to segregation, are we not the same? Whose to blame? why must we shame, those different from us
Blood money and government conspiracy's genocide massive killings inside , secrets everywhere there's no place to hide , twin towers there's no plane in sight , adrenaline rush hush before I start to cut , behind doors sealed shut , conversions a
Looking at the ground,
Without me you are lost With me you are found Without me you cannot touch With me you hear sound   You are nothing But closed eyes And dry lips I am something  
I am not my parents dreams that they force onto me I do not have to live up or down to my parents legacy I do not and will not give dreams for yours I will not let you drag me down so you look like a good father
Days past, around the time of yore,
Why is this happening 
14 years ago today I was sent home from school and told to go play.   14 years ago today mommy cried tears daddy couldn't wipe away   14 years ago today
Marxists and State commies working to smash the state, Do you know what you're fighting for? Besides the assembling of an equally bleak and evil State, of course? Shit flingers of Israel and Palestine,
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Thy point drips with the dark amber, The amber dammed from the duty of man, Man, who hath spoken, yet been unheard, Man, who hath held the shield of then and now, That man, who was crossed by the scythe,
Hate is the spark of the fire Life is full of lies and despair Am I suited for the desire to be admire Can't talk without being heard  Can't take in opinions without the slurs
SMILES GARLANDED WITH MARIGOLDS      
our hills valleys rivers lakes bays subways keep tunning a chorus
We are a classical chaos We dance the dance
A single drop of rain  Is a bullet from a sniper in the sky 
        I am Emerge into joy
Political fiends. I'm tired of  watching them on TV screens The real answer to what happens     when an unstoppable force     meets
The world consists of Single blocks. And we were towers of LEGO. Stacked up, man on man
I heard thousands of screams Walking through that trench In a moment of confusion Taking in all of it   Equally dealt destruction To all of those running men Standing there upon a field
We are blind  We go wherever the man tells us "Turn left here" we do it "Don't trip on the rock" There are a few who don't listen to this and still don't trip but they spend their whole lives
His forearm is cooled by the sweat of his elbows. The fire is started in his hand, in a ski mask and shell toes.
The bright, yellow paint is chipping. The  ivy vines are climbing the walls. The war had started and it was abandoned.
I am... I am more than just another African American man waiting to be brought down by today's society I am more than just another statistic of young African American boys being gunned down
I'm right, you're wrong. And I have every right to write that I'm right, because I'm not wrong
Tombs, tombs, thousands of tombs - As far as the eye can see. The blood of patriots spilled - To water Freedom's sacred tree.   How brave they were, O God indeed, To fight and die for me.
Just close your eyes and  imagine... A world with peace A world with no war in the  middle east A world where my brothas and sistas  in africa can eat and have clean water to drink
Chanya - (For sisters of war) Autumn leaves crunched under my feet.   Spindly branches waved as I weaved through the misty moonlight and biting breeze,  
Whether young or old, we know they'll go, to serve our country strong Uniform blue, they always knew, the journey would be hard and long He left his home, he's all alone, no one for a friend
I am a lone wolf Who howls at the moon Desperately hoping for a returning call. Where will he put his trust and faith? Where will he go? When he lost everything what goals did he set?
Two animals, facing each other Their costumes glisten for all to see Each wants to be the bigger brother Young ones, you should start to flee.   Change falls onto the floor
Oh wait, Oh two 94 that's the day, don was exposed to Poverty mixed with gunplay At the age a five, I saw my first dead body in the drive way I was lost, even god couldn't find me