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It feels increasingly difficult to remember our centre.The part that should dictate our lives more than our brain,The part that is one of the easiest to lose sight of,
I ripped my heart from my chest, as I am apt to do; "Do you believe in God?" Does "God" believe in you? I wasn't raised a Catholic, but I know Baptists,
By Stanley Collymore Thieves and politicians are fundamentally Two of the same kind with one major Difference in mind; Thieves steal From you first and run while
By Stanley Collymore Mistakes are the partly hidden stepping stones in the fast running stream of our everyday lives on which we can either falter and
If you try to change minds just by yelling, Nobody will buy what you're selling, So put down the knife, Get on with your life, 'Cause cursing folks out ain't compelling.
There is a wall plan, And it is being applied. Then money isn't there.
Trump made me feel great The MAGA US President Goodbye, status quo
Here is inland pride, And given bonks on the head, What is important?
Cowboy skeleton Succeeds in all stock markets But rages too much.
Debates seem civil, But when there is politics, People scream, "Me, me!"
"Somewhere", spoke the grey lips in the wall.Somewhere before sunrise,before the first bird crows to dawnand the apathetic are yet to uncurlthe grit that gathers like dustbetween the fold of shallow eyes.
I’m not handing checks because it’s not season Can’t trust the government, better call it treason I operate for my own reasons To protect myself as a human being Can’t put me down, I am not weakened
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
On November the 6th, I voted against Phil Bredesen.Yesterday, I was pleased to learn that he didn't win.I also voted against Bredesen once before.Back in 2006, when he was Tennessee's Governor.
Old roads and new hoes, you know how this essay goes. Crime rampant on the streets. Homeless men, calloused feet.Overdoses, opiates. Young people with too much hate.Gun violence, death from crime.
As a kid two brothers on either side of my timeline our play time was mostly outside, playing violent baseball and digging up worms for fishing. In doing this I never understood
The world is crumbling. Our views are being blinded. People have become less in the eyes of others. Everyday in the news you see politics, wars, laws... Hate.
It’s different than a period Dripping down your thigh - That’s from me: that’s mine. Not the boy at the party who Let you feel safe -
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
Pay attention. I’ve got something to say Figured that this way, you’d listen People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
I don't care if your here I dont care if you're not I don't care if your a woman I don't care if you're a man I don't care if you're young I don't care if you're old
What is beautiful Can be ugly What can be bad Can be good It all depends on the eyes The eyes than can see through the bias That surrounds everything White Can turn Black
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 turbulent sea can be interpreted as many things Is it violence or a powerful loving passion? Is it rage or remorse?
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
Red flower, Red flower, Do not Rise against with Roses Reincarnate the nation Here you’ll find no carnage
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 dark. illuminated by the light of a phone's flashlight, i write. i write of worlds i was never a part of, worlds i am both lucky and unlucky not to have been born into.
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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.
Doña Rivera, the one everybody comes to when They run into unresolved situations Was sold the Moon yesterday She was very happy cause the Salesman gave her a break
“But the Second Amendment!” they say, Moments before their children are killed by a right to bare arms, “It's because the lack of bigger guns that it ended up this way!”
America By: Tia Rowe America, the Great for it, is modest America, the Brave for it, is a coward
I am a politically conscientious, theater-obsessed English nut, An extrovert with anxiety and an unquenchable taste for scary books and movies,
Machine of pain, Which pours blood like rain. You helped my forefathers liberate, You made the home I venerate. Through wilderness and adveristy, There are lives you defend.
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,"
We haven’t much to call our own. Not our eyes or our hair, or our X chromosome. Not our face or our fare, or the places we roam.
For The Land: America: With all your beauty and grace, your Miss United States, Your pride and stars and stripes and stunning monuments dedicated to (racist) presidents past
Dear atoms,Connection and explosion is the name of your gameIs that not the same of those you occupy?Molecule after molecule of swe
These borders that divide us define our opportunities. Developing surrounds the developed. If it wasn't for these separations, could we all have equal opportunities?
To Your Highness, who sits in his throne Once a year. The rusty crown Waves its golden scepter, now opaque, As a hammer shatters the national pride
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?
The Black (pt. 1) I am not sure what I was expecting Here; We have this- This potential And those who chip away at it With their gold encrusted pick axes
Dear Mr. President:
A bundle of pieces; gears take over your heart. No flesh, no bones, just a pile of useless parts. Every morning, first thing, don't forget to press start. Otherwise, you are isolated- God forbid you're set apart.
Moonlight streaked Through the rocket smoke Like blood rinsed through A butcher shop drain. And just like that They silence the disposable For we are merely a resource for warmongers. All around
Dear Donald Drumpf, I don’t quite see the appeal Of a walrus wearing a toupee Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay The country is in shambles
I am so proud to live in a country as great as America. I'm so happy with the involvement of the American people in politics these days, it's inspiring to see everyone, widespread across the country, come together, united.
My voice! You heard me right. Elections are coming. I will vote to make my speech known. My voice!
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?
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
I count the stars, splattered across the black marble counter, waiting for something. Waiting for the light of morning, waiting for some meaning, waiting to see something more.
This is to America
We're the arrows that God uses for his bow, and most of the time, he's missing He's drunk in his backyard and blindly picking us up from the dirt ground
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
It is 2017 right now, and winter has arrived. Snow is everywhere in the Equestrian land. At long last, joy has been revived. All of the snow's surface seems to be bland. Unfortunately, not everypony enjoys the day.
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
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.
By Stanley Collymore I’m not obsessed with life as the vast majority of you out there evidently are and therefore I enjoy my life to the fullest and
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,
By Stanley Collymore You’re white and, evidently in your case, totally useless! And not just as it happens to society generally but also,
By Stanley Collymore What’s the actual difference between what Germany’s Third Reich and its allies did, and the mindset lurking behind it,
Many Months Ago America Elected a President His Skin is Orange His Hair is Fur like a Dog Your Tie is long
The world is crap. The endless sounds of voices echoing in our heads telling us we’re not good enough, we’re not pretty enough, all the voices accumulating space in our brain so the only thing we think is this.
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.
We close our eyes to the unjust visions We close our ears to the cries for help the cries of pain We shut our doors to our brothers and sisters We shut out the rest of the world
This morning I woke up and it was controversial. My skin glowed caramel under the sun and it was controversial.
Since age 5 I've recited the pledge, Day after day. It never made me feel any certain way.
A dangerously beautiful display Of wild devotion and the will to act Has moved the souls of tiny men today To change the world, to make a Faustian pact: They paid for freedom, each their own, it seems,
Are we really who we want to be? Home of the brave and land of the free, Yet turning our back on refugees. Who are we really? Not giving enough help to the needy, And not always acting morally.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early darkness, surrounding me in this prison, killing me, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming is our incredibly racist past,
America the Lost When people say “America the Great” They are almost unwaveringly supporting An America of Hate.
Great Has integrity Is not soft spoken Is strong but not unfeeling Is resilient through suffering Is forgiving but never a doormat America Has abandoned the poor
Land of the free And home of the brave That’s what they’d say. Yes, That’s what they say. But then like a plague
america the great? america without a title america who has neglected its people time and again america who listens no to those in need but to those who pay the most
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
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.
Yes, I can see, not by the dawn’s early light, But by a smirk from a Speaker of the House. A smirk that just escaped a crime of murder. I do not proudly hail a man who has Violated the privacy of a woman,
Make America Great Again, America was Great. America was Great, January, The third friday, The 20th,
You tell me this is the land of the free The land of opportunity Then why do I see oppression all around me? Why has a country so great
America America is that you? Motivated by greed and excess nothin' they say is true.
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
Am I Brave, as they say? Or do I continue for my fear Of failing? Equality, Individuality Unity, Diversity The archaic American Ideals
Change is inevitable Change the inevitable Life is a repeating bell curve Ups and downs on a massive scale And America is on the down turn - Unemployment: 4.5%
E Pluribus Unum. Out of many, One. One lost hope, One country fallen from grace, One administration
God Bless America God Bless America, if America blesses you God Bless America God Bless America, that red, white, and blue What does a color mean?
As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be asking myself why. Why does the world have to be so racist.Why does the world have to have so much hatred. Why d
at this time of great unrest our nation stands divided in a civil war of prose snowflakes and nazis aliens and terrorists little do our people know pride comes before the fall
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
Sometimes people forget We are on the same side, We fight each other Instead of the enemy. A country full of hypocrites,
They say they want to make America great again But to them, I ask, when was it great? Was it great in the 1950’s when little black girls and little black boys
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
It is awfully hard to pick a fight with something that you can not see or reason with. All my life, the one thing that I have never seen, the one thing to which I have not been formally introduced.
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
What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave? Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days. Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
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
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?
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?
Our Great & Wise Leader was just so busybasking in his omnipotent all-knowingness& radiating light that reached the four cornersof the world where millions were at this very
"Make America Great Again!" It's the slogan we all hear. "Americans are full of hate!" from the mouths of people that live here. Many years of suffering and depression. And all for what?
My doctor tells me I spend fartoo much of my waking life onThe Great Orange One & she may be right but then again what can I do when day to day life seems to mirror his surly & desperate antics.
"They too had a dream that one day their sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters ... might pursue prosperity & happiness in this land."
Trump voters that is,about shady Russian ties to dark oligarchs& billion ruble deals,conflicts of interest,ties made in China,family business entanglements?
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.
A people so isolated in a culture of assimilation, A nation so apathetic to all of creation. When the eyes of the opressed weep beneath their boots, Crushed beneath a system of fascist roots.
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
I am going to be blunt Police are murdering black kids Poor considered less than the 5% Politicians are lying President won't say a word about black boys dying They passing anti-gay laws
America the Great? More like America's a fraud, Stealing from the poor, trying to keep up their facade, Polishing their shoes with the sweat of hard workers, Blaming us for their troubles when they're the real shirkers,
Our national anthem proudly sings,“O’er the land of the free,” But as we look deeper to the colors of our flag, It was never always red, white, and blue.
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.
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
"Face the Sun"
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
how can so much hate come from within a land known as great? there is no end to this fight for humanity to give in is to give away your sanity.
We have these hands; they give us power To pledge allegiance, to swing a sword To hold hands, to strike hands, to chain hands, to mend hands This is the power to manipulate our physical exterior with accuracy
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!
Dear Mr. President By: Princesa A. Santiago Dear Mr. President thanks to you this country has never been greater,
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.
The heterosexual white men of our country are blinded with their star-spangled eyes, As the rest of us become motivated and brave. Yes, this may be the “land of the free”,
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles. He does not know my intentions. Or my dreams. But how could he? For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
He marches side by side With the one who cries, "Equality!" Enraged, they wreck and thrash. Their lips read, "White trash!" Across the lane she stands, Blindfolded to the carnage behind.
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.
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,
Work 9-5 every day But these Bills I cannot pay I try to go to school But my passion I have to overlook Cause it costs $500 just for the fricken textbook Our jobs are being moved All under trade deals
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.
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-
America is burning. It’s slow. Slow like when you ask, “Sir, I’m real sorry, But could you please put out your Cigarette?” You know that moment I’m talking about.
YEARS FROM NOW, I hope everything is different, and everything is better. I hope that people have faith in each other, I hope people still communicate through the art of writing a letter,
It began as it always does: empty promises, hollow resolutions, and the hope of a blank slate despite all else. It began with the same empty conversations, the same inevitable vows for a better tomorrow.
Was it all in vain? The happiness in my heart that ignited hearing President Obama's name? The first of rich melanin to be acclaimed the leader of our nation
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,
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,
Not everything is okay. Fact of life, people. And more and more I look around and see people try to redefine "okay." Or try to figure out the way the world is best run Or what's the difference between messing up and just having some fun There's no
from a wilted whisper to a unyielding yell you've forced my hand i won't back down anymore.
I am A woman Belittled Degraded Insignificant The consequences of my Gender I watch white wealthy middle-aged men in stiff suits pick and chose
People were buzzing Did you hear, did you hear what he said They were tweeting about the ridiculous lies He'll build a wall they said, they said He'll save us
Soaking in to my old skin beginning to spew my unslumber back, To evolve what I call me, Its a natural world I wish I can see, using my ancient eyes That are now used for outworldly literacy. I now inhale knowledge,
Change Measured in what? In seconds/minutes/months/years/who we are Versus who we were Versus how long it has been
Seems like forever A boy with a Peter Pan face Walked into my life A split across the people The candidates speak on TV A passion is born Feel the Bern I’d shout
November 9th, 2016 and my eyes restrain tears I feel the wrath of hundreds of eyes locking onto mine as I walk down the hallways of my high school
2016 january, it's january i am 16 years old now everything is good, and happy for once february, it's february for the first time, i have a partner on valentine's day
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
A year ago, I was not me. But who then, have I come to be? A year ago, I had the same name, voice, and face I wore these same clothes and lived in the same place. I have not gone through catastrophe,
My body is a metal cage, a stage name— I call it ME. Maybe I should call it THE THING TO BE CONTROLLED. My body is a safety net, the one that I like falling into Most of the time.
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
Caught between one life and the next, the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing. Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes humming up through jagged earth. My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
endless expanse of light-grey hamster-fur fog, lights flash, illuminating the puffy tunnel of flesh that encases Antonin Scalia’s coffin the not-yet-rotting corpse of the Supreme Court Justice
I fought the law and the victor took my shoesShe walked across a twisted band of mangled bodiesMother after mother holding their child upReaching for every ankle-deep stepchildrens faces pressed on boot soles
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
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
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!).
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
Typing was easy -- Writing was hard. What then was the point of the words If there lay no meaning behind them? If no cause stood before them? If no purpose guided them? And then a demagogue,
Twenty Sixteen sucked. I complain with my friends "wow this year sucks" Because it's the year I realized we're all small and so out of luck Deaths and chaos
Donald Trump has 306 electoral votes and Hillary Clinton has 232.Hillary's supporters are causing violence and that is a lousy thing to do.
I am taking a test, but I don't know what the subject is about. I didn't ask to take this test.I flip to the first page. The questions are simple, but I cannot answer them.
Into the sky it goes, with its fiery tail behind it- the loud noise of its roar. then, it stops, to then floar amongst the stars, with a great gentleness and calm.
let me be clear, i am not trying to be political, i am only trying to exist.
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
Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar Breaking news A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners
My alarm goes off The sweet sound of the ukulele jingle wakes me from my slumber As I embrace my gray plush blanket, I hit ‘dismiss’ and consider remaining in the warm, cozy fuzz of blissful sleep
By Stanley Collymore Well, I’ll go to the foot of our stairs! So completely appalled am I by what you’re doing. Fancy you after of all things my very own proposal that
"This Just In, The issues of society have made different varieties Of opinions, thoughts, and actions Causing riots in the factions And laws to be completely changed,
The Greatest Trick By Joshua Patterson, A.K.A. The Kronikler
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
By Stanley Collymore A preferably sadistically slow, brutal and calculated death most fittingly becomes you Rupert Murdoch along with
Raising sons full of ire, Restraint is no longer their friend. With news, IT builds a fire. In only destruction it will end. You did this, you did that, Three hundred years of accusation.
When Bernie Sanders endorsed Hillary Clinton, he sold out.He let his supporters down and he's two-faced, there's no doubt.One day Bernie told his supporters that Hillary is unfit.
By Stanley Collymore Non-flamboyantly confident, completely devoid of all traces of propagandistic garbage and grandstanding, sickeningly in your face
I have been around and I have seen a lot. And many a time I have been to the ballot. Sometimes when I am looking around, I see their ignorance being spoken out loud.
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,
On the occasionally sunny day, when it does not rain The Smiler walks out into the blue of today, and bike rides to the city The Smiler is one who, sees with open eyes
feminism helps me describe with the anger<br> i have felt for so long but could not put into words <br> feminism helps me understand why others slut shame me <br>
We see in a certain way What we think we know We don't We see you struggle We see you die We do nothing We think we understand We feel sorry We see again and again We ignore
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.
Voodoo priestess see the world that lives within our own,Sight is blind but chilling touch can reach within the bone.Gilded wishes pervert the mind to cheat the humble man,
Every four years, We see something so rough that it brings some to tears. It's not a disaster; People come together to pick our political master. First there was twenty, now there are two.
A bullet costs less than a quarter A life is cut shorter A bullet is made of lead A life is dead A bullet is fast A life's wound is vast A bullet hits hard
Then the , × in our votes is as good as the period at the end of this sentence Viewer's poll for a fate that was already decided Laws we must abide by like the Ten Commandments ,
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.
By Stanley Collymore We’re proudly the Scottish Police constitutionally charged with lawfully looking after the Scottish people and, of course, our north of the border UK nation; with the
By Stanley Collymore Unbridled greed, routine privilege and public office malfeasance intrinsically coupled with unbounded nepotism, monopolistic control of the banking,
How hath the blood been drawn but by slings of those who embody fear To them, those snobby knobbies, who bludgeon And know not ways of least resistance
Ah, the...”age old” question. If you suddenly became Tom Hanks in one of the movies that he surely has pasted onto his résumé by now, but you got to take one thing with you, what personal item would you take?
No gods, no mastershere. From none according toability tonone based on need. Free at last.Who could survive without hope?
The orange old man that tried to make a ban Is on his fourth wife Yet he still has no life He opned hotels in Vegas Which made him famous This man named Donald Trump
When America has fallen one day, When we are at out lowest I hope and pray a hero emerges To take it on with courage. I hope someone who cares a lot Unties our broken, twisted knot
When a nation is divided It cannot last. Division brews hatred And political parties destruction. I stand here as a citizen My hands are up My heart is shot
A million swarming voices,A thundering, roaring crowd,The silent scream of reason,Deafened in the noise.
We live in a world where opinions are wealth. Money is power, and power is stealth. Power wipes out the people with concerns. The wealthy obviously wear the devil’s horns.
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.
By Stanley Collymore All hail to the Special Relationship that exists between Bantu Saudi and Britain and in gloriously celebrating it prescient-mindedly acknowledging as we happily
On the news today (a boy, age eight - ) Trump called Kelly a bimbo a boy tripped into a million dollar painting and
By Stanley Collymore Hang on a bit don’t I know you? Yes of course I do! You’re that leftist, terrorist-loving twit who likes masquerading as
By Stanley Collymore Systematically and sexually abused both by you and your equally detestable friends and with my serial humiliation absolutely and heartlessly at your
By Stanley Collymore Thank you whoever it was that created and fantastically in every conceivable way, I must say, also assisted in making me who and most certainly what I am:
By Stanley Collymore You obviously don’t know me; nor have you the foggiest idea what I think or how I live my life. And why should you? For not only are we
By Stanley Collymore Kiss her hand you ghastly, bearded Republican terrorist sympathizer and existential threat to our monarchical Britain! For how dare you anticipate ever being an
By Stanley Collymore I woke up in the middle of the night sweating most profusely, what a dreadful fright, and earnestly sorely wondering what
By Stanley Collymore I’m me! And to be absolutely honest with you I’m quite happy and most contended to be precisely who I am; someone who speaks his mind and frankly doesn’t
By Stanley Collymore The knives are clearly out and dastardly assassination plots are being hatched by bogus “patriotic” British Army generals; in their jobs simply by virtue of
Those who are blind left in the dark the dumb without books the handicapped floored the young ignored hundreds Of millions of heads twice the number of eyes all of empathy Sheds
By Stanley Collymore Let’s all strive to be a profoundly proud and worthy nation where every citizen and resident of our country can and will be an active participant and committed aspirant
By Stanley Collymore In all probability it wasn’t us Brits that created and first implemented the distinctly well known phenomenon of Divide and Rule – although unquestionably we’ve
I am an activist An advocate for those who don't have as good of a life as I do I acknowledge my privelege I am white, I am not oppressed I am a feminist Intersectionalism is most important
By Stanley Collymore Do I feel any sympathy for or charity towards the Labtory infiltrators, venal charlatans, odious carpetbaggers and the pernicious destroyers of democracy within the
By Stanley Collymore It has been a long time coming but now the opportunity is finally here to constructively create and vigorously build a promising
By Stanley Collymore I want my MP and the man or woman democratically selected to represent my constituency in the House of Commons to be someone who knows what probity is all about; who
By Stanley Collymore My belief in you isn’t only paramount it’s also absolute; for you represent the kind of future that I want to see, personally subscribe to and will do my utmost: singly
By Stanley Collymore We joined the Labour Party, even though at heart we’re dyed in the wool Tories, since we knew from the very start, that despite being first
By Stanley Collymore Most of you weren’t born in Blighty and your ancestral home, of course, isn’t Britain or even England it’s true; but all the
By Stanley Collymore How does it feel Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Jack Straw, Alistair Campbell, Margaret Beckett, Alistair Darling, Geoff Hoon, Harriet Harman and you the insipid
I'm right, you're wrong. And I have every right to write that I'm right, because I'm not wrong
By Stanley Collymore Hi! My name is Simon Danczuk the Polish vote rigging MP for Rochdale; that’s a town in Lancashire you see that gives its name to the wider community which as
Let us go you, and I. To the land of the free Where freedom sways in the quenched air Or so they say.
Give me a second and let me please think, Nothing in my poor mind is making sense. I can't close my eyes for more than a blink, And I do not know what all it has meant.
Some poets have written About their governments Before on issues of their day. Soon, it will be politics as usual. Slamming the character. Of a political opponent.
They're weavin' And they're bobbin' Punching and counter punching. Sometimes they land blows. Sometimes they get hit. No they are not boxers. In a boxing ring.
I heard a song on the radio About fucked up kids I heard a speech about kids that were spoiled And kids that didn't understand the real world I heard stories about kids making mistakes
By Stanley Collymore The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones. How true and prophetically apt in the case of the
By Stanley Collymore How was it possible; and how could it really have come to this that a political party whose inspirational and indomitable Founding Fathers and doughty Mothers were the
By Stanley Collymore Automatic rifle fire methodically and deadly rakes semi-naked and exclusively pink-coloured bodies casually laced across a Sousse,
Awake and sober, while in a state of sedation.How can this be? I have no explanation.Bored with digging in this life’s excavation,
The skies go to war when the clouds are silver all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars see the anger flashing in the sky destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
By Stanley Collymore Determination garlanded with basic commonsenseand an acutely perceptive awareness of whatyou want for your beloved country,
Of Kids & Nations A little boy was asked To try to surpass The kid in front of him.
Senator Ted Cruz, A Presidential candidate we hope can only lose. Obamacare he wants to ditch, Joining it he found no glitch.
I am at war. A constant battle against myself, against my mind, body and soul. Longing to find the pieces of me I once could control. My mind was once a garden flourishing with depth.
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
They say the system was always built this way to keep the poor down and keep the rich powerful, so they say We riot and protest and try to make our voices heard
Our generation is crying like the wind upon a sea struck ship Our brains are frying with the electronics being the noose of self exploration Dont give up hope in fact speak of what we need to do
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Freedom is not something that can be seen. Freedom is not something that can be asked for, because it is not to be demanded. It can not be given to you.
The knife plunges into her abdomen
I turn on the news and all I see is ISIS this murder that immigration this
God Bless America. Where suburban neighborhoods flourish and every house looks like the other, like rows of mass-produced Fords. God bless America. Where the government spends money
Beyond the shadowy, pitch-black night, A new morning's beacon begins to ignite, Now dawns a day in which you will see, The people's will has set them free. For all I want to give this nation,
By Stanley Collymore Compliments are entirely wasted on the likes of yousince you’ve neither any notion what compliments
By Stanley Collymore We need a war:as we have no answers of any kind for therepeated failures and full-scale collapse
A body in the street but no one knows how the small child sees his brother dead facedown now he will be remembered as a corpse and the child a statue Is this what we wanted
What are limits without timeWhat is distance without a prizeWhat do you win once you have won what you have wanted all alongWhat is a fight without a warWhat is speech with no encore
Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. You’d never guess; we hardly let it show. In fact, I say, neither would they. They can’t tell, themselves. We’re blind and dumb,
Molotov cocktails and tear gas. Nuclear arms and hateful words. It's all so far away and right at home, so where is this world heading towards? Nobody knows, so we make ourselves blind,
Men kneel to kings, And kings kneel to gods. And though no monarchy holds my allegiance, And no deity my faith,
Why me? What can I do? Why am I more deserving than others for financial elevation? I’m not.I’m just a girl with dreams of making a differenceBut I want anyway.I want to erode my own name out into history
Where is the wisdom now lost? Is convenience really worth the cost? Books replaced for screens and instant streaming; Concertos and Symphonies for banging and screaming.
Limitations and glimpses,
Free-for-all America turns itself into thirds: Democrats, Libertarians, Republicans. Ideals upon policies upon slanders building on each other Make the basis. But never a sound comes from the reasonable.
Democrats hate America while Republicans hate minorities. Democrats despise business while Republican despise facts. Single issues control us, dividing and conquering. Prejudice overtakes us, judging and presuming.
So sick of freaking war I turned on the television Flipped the channel to watch some CNN For maybe bout an hour or more All I could see was war All the fighting in Washington
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
From his majestic Office, he reads the anonymous letter... "There's alot of speculations going round About a tightrope walker balancing without a song. He shifts his weight from side to side
Clipping coupons for a retail dream,
The flow of the human race is nothing more than a flow We seem more and more content in our ways we forget to grow The Individualistic idea has inspired oneself to lead a life of independence
Dorothy, This Isn't Kansas Anymore
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away Or maybe it’s the young women
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no blood once it’s been rinsed away Or maybe it’s the young women
From the ashes, we rise like Kings. From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs. WIth each broken brick we build a home. Our fate is made in our blood and stone. You may take our bodies,
Where am I? The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask. Let me out. I can barely breathe. I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
I am the same inside.
Black smoke looms over the horizon Ignored by the world around. The people instead look at the sun, Ideally, there, hope is found. The elephant in the room No one wants to mention.
We still feel the sun’s burn after a long day. We still smile when we see the rains come our way. We still have the haunted eyes at the fire side.
A passion is a longing, A deep down tug or sorts, That pulls and guides you every day, To new mountain tops and new ports. My passion is very special, It involves all of you,
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act. It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
Wrapped in Red &Blue
The mask covered his imperfections. The mask hid his hatred with a smile. The mask hid his corruption by showing him as just a city worker. The mask hid his evil tongue by showing him as a good man.
You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash And we were left to pick through the cinders. You say to yourselves in muffled voices,
Dreams and Clock Work By Devinn LoVette Consciously defying my sub-cognitive count down to catatonic, back-breaking autonomy Sweat silently streaking to the hardwood floor
The school dress code states: Girls may not wear shirts without sleeves Girls may not wear shorts that do not extend past fingertip length Girls may not have shirts that dip down the width of her hand from her neck
A world once of simplicity Has fallen into a mystery From chaos and destruction Humanity could only blossom
It weighed so heavy on my Daddy. The thick black coughing dust. He didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Just the weight of my future, but I am his world. He wanted the brightest light for me.
Red, Yellow, Blue, Green Flags are nothing but color. Caucasian, Indian, Islander, African Skin is not the issue in particular. Trans, Gay, Straight, Bi We are all the same.
I sit at home, reading about the calamities of the world And think to myself, "Couldn't these be handled better?" More often than not, the powers that be twist their authority
For one job could change my life, For one job may have another kids college paid for, just for looking nice, For one job may make my money right, For one job could land me closer to my future wife.
People dedicating themselves wholly to an ideal Accepting a way of life that is almost surreal Submitting their transient needs for something greater Solving problems on coffee, feeling like a martyr
Sometimes I look in the mirror and see myself in fear. What I see is a mess and I think of a makeover and nothing less. Our government, while always great seems to need the same help as of late.
The world has too many flaws But these flaws only come from us Most people don’t care They don’t think they can make a change But we are greater than politicians We are a family
You protect me with your torch And feed me with your golden dollar Your armies light my way While my body rests in flaking corn
It's red, staining the ground someplce I've never been and never will go. For me. It's a sacrifice, a total giving of life So I can keep mine. I can breathe
Numerous years past, through our eyes, is the founding of our country, yet in perspective, just a few decades.
A conversation about politics gets most people uptight
I am the one the leaders should answer to, I am the one that began a nation, I am the one who fights, the one who dies, I am the one you depend on. I am the people!
Do you ever stop to think about irony? I pursue those who reject me. I reject those who pursue me. What a mystery! That is simple irony. Do you ever stop to think about irony?
We wait in thick silenceWhile a genocide sleepsClaim to see all,When they know the leastThe mighty get mighterAnd the weak, they bendWhile we're made to sufferFor the ignorance of old men
Days wasted, in a world full of hurt Sitting taking advantage of your right to be calm An angel cries when a shovel hits the dirt
Elephants toot at the Donkeys neighs but neither are willing to stay and play A problem of sorts, that holds a grander weight that could ruin livers and end the states
Politics to Black Friday You have a manager at a store that sets the prices. They open the doors and show the ideas to the crowd. Then they sit back and watch the crowd go wild.
In New Jersey’s town of Newark, gang banger
The last light of day has drowned And day the night has slain Darkness ever yet holds its ground Though rebellious stars abound It protects by force its reign The last light of day has drowned
I lie, I steal, I cheat, I corrupt I don't listen, I don't glisten, I fight, I argue, I whine, I pout, I don't agree, I don't plea, My colleagues and I, are all incompetent,
Dear Congress, Why must you treat working class citizens like the scum of the earth? I am sorry that I cannot fill your pockets with my parents’ money. I am sorry that I want my voice heard instead of my wallet.
A whisper in the night, Unnatural chill, causing a fright, But my shiver isn’t from fear, As sharp nails, like claws, Run down my bare back. Shining eyes in the dark,
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
What is the lesson they intend to instill? Pretending to move forward in our best intent But watch, back they run, now slipping and sliding Forgetting all about promises made To be one nation under God
Sophisticated, overrated hot shots without any happy thoughts except cruelty. Where is your humility and the simple ability to be kind? I find people don't use their hearts but instead their pride. Their over played egos and overpaid pockets.
Time rewind my past tracks, As I hurtle towards the future. I feel the need to fix the beat, When I cannot refuse it. Limitations are a key confliction, Being quiet restricting,
Some may call it stupid. Other call it dumb. The consensus is: A government shut down makes people glum. The resounding question is why can't they just agree? They are acting like children if you were to ask me.
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
Our political system is crazy, It’s like all the politicians are lazy, They just take, take, take, and always try to get their way, It’s like compromise is a word they’ve never heard anyone say,
At five years old, I hardly understood The tragedy that had just occurred. I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher Frantically racing from one room to another Desperately trying to gather information
She makes her way around the grounds, following birds and whistling loud, she cherishes those sounds, letting her know that its all safe around. Soon enough the peace is gone, a sudden scream,
A uncontrollable chaotic madness We feed from its miserable emptyness What do we gain? Another day of wishing death upon death Dreaded voices of pious cretins Talking about peace
I didn't mind Paul Revere until now cruelly depicted on the silken noose cinched tight to keep his head up And with a cry of "The liberals are coming!" he sneers behind crooked teeth
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
America, America,Land of the free.Boast it all around the world.Equal opportunity. America, America,What does it mean to be free?Tell it to the poor womanwho sits right beside me.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag”and sell my soul to it’s stars and stripes.And to the glory it all withholds.To a nation of spinning clockwork,Perfectly intertwined, two faced,and brainwashed as the injustices
Ode to a time when our nation was in shamblesWhen war and politics left us shaken to our coreWhen terrorism frightened us,When our economy was at its lowest,
You are not a shark:a woman does not attract you likeblood in water.You do not exist to fill the roleof predator.Your kind, if so suitable to law make, legislate, mandate,
Because we inhaled The tainted air, The air provided to us By the one above, not God But the dictator. The only leader we have known In our short lives Because we inhaled
This world's gone crazy it seems, Everyone's wrapped up in celebrity dreams, While just down the street, another child starves, No one paying attention, drowned out by the sound of the cars,
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters. My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions. Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
Say "The Pledge Of Alligence" every single morning, to start the day off right. Hands over our hearts and the viel over our eyes.
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
You know that this is a war,But what are you fighting for?You drop words like bombs,Through the destruction you're still calm.You don't argue for a right,You just argue to start a fight.
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions, I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young, But for starters, I've lost friends, They're legal and I'm just a teen, Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
Nothing was simple, not even before. Unanswered questions appeared at the door. For months nothing seemed to make sense anymore. But we sang about peace, just like children.
I saw the best of their generation enveloped In the blaze of their heat In the passion of their words, In the rhetoric of their demagogues
SHE woke upTo EXPLOSIONSbursting her earlobes …Gun shots brought her to a state of CONFUSIONAs time SLOWED Then stoppedThunder crashing, people gasping, CHILDREN cryingWhy must we WATCH themslowly Dying, fighting, HOPINGCalling out to a world tha
The world would be a much better place if we were all color blind If people thought with their hearts instead of their eyes If just because of who we are didn't make us an "other"
(oh, politics) are you only for adults? the world is filled with children who can't even voice their own opinions. you raise us to be independent you raise us to be proud
International relations Nations Gnashing their teeth Stomping their feet To the beat Of peace They hope to find in signed Treaties Replaced By declerations of war Stirring up unity
A prophet crossed the white line And he did not eat a swine. Disgusted by booze, He kept out the Jews. After that he drank palm wine.
A President in a funk Whose once broad support, now shrunk. All the voters now Prefer cash for cow. His career ends with a clunk.
Barack Obama Pressing munchies on the poor Feeding off us all.
Nations that grow weeds Fall, but buds grow back again, And they bloom once more.
Stop the crying The bleeding, shouting— I can’t sleep. Oily unease bubbles out My knees grow heavy Throat cluttered by horror, undigested The buildings alight across the city
The world has gone indifferent You can taste it in their kiss Once so beautiful; exquisite Now cares not for loneliness Democracy became capitalist, lady liberty dictates
Long ago in the old folk’s place A boy with innocence on his face Came to knock on the gated door The man behind it saw a child there With blue eyes and mussed blonde hair
We wait for what never comes We listen for what is never said We see politicians hold up their thumbs But so many soldiers are dead We hear the cries of the families They mourn the lost with memories
Take me back to a place worth seeing, these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings, we cry out to hear an echoes embrace, for dreams laying hollow among this place, Bells ring among powder's stench,
Land of the freeLand of the apatheticLand of the dreamersLand of the broken Home of the braveHome of the hopefulHome of the better tomorrowHome of the bitter
If our Founding Fathers saw the world today, Their jaws would drop and mutinies would come to pass. If they saw our struggles to appease the mass, They’d assume our society would soon decay.
There is a time and place To make a smiling face At the world that is so wrong And has been, for far too long. I frown at the ones that smile From lies that they tell, all the while
I listen to them, I listen well They tell me to listen with my eyes What I see through the screen is perpetual hell.
I left them... Last night I had a dream the world was ending, I was reduced to ant size and lived with a snake, she was friendly but scary, green and alive, I am awake now, paying my credit card
His side, her side Is this right? My side, your side Fight to fight? Left side, right side Stand for one, then stand for all
At the crossroads you are balanced on the precipice overlooking every choice And you like to point to the path that pleases your personal prerogatives
I have rotted in the ground Beaten by the howler’s hounds Galvanized another bound And, I escaped it
(poems go here) Liberal, conservative Left-Wing, Right-Wing Democrat, Republican
Politicians have made their career of public service into an unjustified disservice through decisions that have been delayed or have still to be made for we are the center of a joke that has made us broke
I don’t want to know how to win, I only want to know how to grow. We swear that the tumor only grows on the Devil, but it grows on our Land. Her soul was ripped of it’s property and we are ripped of our choice.
Women. The evolution has changed drastically. First there were role models, then there were icons But now a red sole defines one as her majesty. From the likes of Sojourner to Rosa
You can’t watch, follow, or listen to that Those politics full of evil whether you’re Republican or a Democrat Don’t listen to those unholy people, they are no good
There is a man whose tongue is always aflutter, Off his lips, his words drip like warm melted butter, The masses cannot resist, Such awesome, wonderful things he does insist, Today the man takes the stage,
What is War? To the average citizen, it is life and it is death To the oppressed, it is a chance to stand and fight for your rights To the blood thirsty, it's another circumstance in which to kill
Look at this room, Why does everybody look the same? Are we still in the same Atlanta, Georgia? I don't understand. You wouldn't think this was a presidential election. The cameras come near us,
(poems go here) The wind it sits, highly enthroned, Its voice a commanding power, Pulling over trees into prostrate positions, mocking humility. The wind, when edged voice speaks, Stridently spoken, bold-hemmed terms,
Blindly, we follow and nod our heads to the beat. Lyrics are nonsense when music is an industry. Nobody wants to think. Nobody wants to learn. We defer to the media to dictate our concerns.
Run son Look how far we have come The worlds a better place and our problems are undone But have we really took the leap we thought? So many things are wrong with this one life we got
Mechanics English is not enough Sentiment cannot be bound by syntax Punctuation cannot portray passion Grammar cannot grant the grieving soul grace Words Words are a well to a worn world
You have the right to remain silent. More like the reason to stay silent actually. Anything you say or are can be and will be used in not only a court of law, but throughout your entire life.
(poems go hThe System Well, it's all messed up Kinda like a pooring a drink with no cup The system appears to be fine But that’s why cosmetic refers to the outside
Chest thumping, pulse racing, thoughts chasing You Are Who Thoughts returning, pulse slowing, chest extending, Who You Are Just the being you choose to be, as justified in every constitution,
Our World is quiet, and operates in shadows. The secret committees commence with their meetings. The silent leaders annually rendezvous. We are strong and stealthy, though we are only teething.
I’ve got a noose around my neck, And a fire outside my door. I’m about to dangle in my distress I’m on the 107th floor. They say: Stay there, we’re coming. We’ll be there soon and,
A story about my Uncle Sam who doesn't seem to get enough money, and it's hurting every single person out there.
Clink...Clink...Clink Can you hear them? Clink...Clink...Clink Can you see them? Clink...Clink...Clink Can you feel them? Those chains That everlasting bondage that keeps us unchanged
It's like this so quickly we miss what things we try to remember the things we have forgotten and so I look on over the lives of those age has forgotten
I’m sick of these family ties holding me back, And if I ever tried to leave you’d be right there to put me right on track. Chastise me and ridicule me for everything I lack. Ask me how I am I’ll lie and say I’m grand.
Government—take to court the injustices all about; Find not a solution, so at thy enemies flout: With thy sovereign voice shout down the other man And send to war the Poor, the slaves from your clan;
A droplet drips down Ruby red and perfect Falling from the wound Of the fallen man Lifting his head He tries to stand But, alas, he can't He is a fallen man
A river runs red Blood soaks into the ground Aided by the rain Corpses litter the field Bodies with faces Life lights their eyes no more What's that young man's name? No one is sure
My Dear Love, I don't mean to be crude But I feel it my duty To tell my story to you If you could be so bold To not shed a tear I will be in your heart always Fighting with your fears
One day I’ll to support myself like my parents. To defend my political views. To defend the defendless. To see for the blind. To change the world. To solve world hunger. To understand how one who killed
Of shrimps and steaks and sizzling soups And turpentine rolls and cabbage groups Comes a man of greedy, vicious frosting The essence of virtue he is lacking. An effervescent mind when he wants it to be
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers
Let me tell you a little bit about the people you pass by every day- in school, in the drugstore, in the mall, on the street, in your one home