| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 7:13:36 AM | Americans they bury their dead
in a place full of mouldy old bread
in a stars and stripe shirt
they lie in the dirt
with no gravestone to stand at their head
The towers came down with a crash
and all those inside are now ash
with dustpan and brush
and lots of hush hush
they threw those they loved in the trash
The families they seem rather hushed
you'd think that they'd kick up a fuss
did you cross their palm
to cover the harm
with silver to pay for those crushed
The world will now see that the truth
comes not from a nation uncouth
the one with no love
for their Angels above
the one's who teach hate to their youth
Anyone got any more they would like to share. Only rule is it must have a political message. | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 7:57:34 AM | Well, a song lyrics comes to mind, if that's permitted. Sounded good way back then, sounds even better now. It's always darkest before the dawn, and this long black night of the American psyche is almost at it's end.
Too optimistic ?
Not to me.
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
"The times they are a-changin'"
- Bob Dylan | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 8:10:23 AM | Hey nice one. Of course you can use lyrics especially if they are messages of peace and not war or hatred.
How about this one
In the land of the free and the brave
the one that made free all the slave
they talk only of war
and keeping the score
of the number of kids in their grave | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 8:17:31 AM | Bin laden's not really so bad
it's just that you made him so mad
your love of the buck
and your who gives a fuk
He acted to save lives in out in Chad
The dialed on his phone 911
to see if the calvalry would come
to save those poor folk
who you think are a joke
as they die at the hands of your son | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 10:20:26 AM | I think that Obama is right
he sounds like a man who is white
his vicar's a crook
with a hand thats a hook
like one we have here who we fight
You tell me Ron Paul is the guy
to pull freedom right out of the sky
but I see no plan
from any yank man
that will stop making children to die
if Clinton's the right girl for me
then some one should help me to see
why a nuke in Tehran
is good for 'the man'
but bad for those people not free
Have you others you would have me believe
with a plan to bring peace up their sleeve
they have it well hid
they keep on the lid
I'm scared what they'll do when they leave
If none of you talk about peace
just money from oil that they fleece
from the poor little yank
with cash in the bank
[can't think of anything to put here. Can you help?]
Bin Laden has got in your head
I know now he's really not dead
how could it be so
as your fear starts to grow
and your hiding away in your bed
Remember one day it will end
and Muslims will then be your friend
when you hold out your hand
to ask help in your land
The Muslims will food to you send | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 12:27:52 PM | The Path to Freedom Lost
By WhatHisName - May 4, 2008
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To think that I would cast my vote
for candidates devoid of note.
for so-called heroes of a war gone by
who claim immune from the public eye.
For those too ancient to decide
or those who seek a place to hide..
No, I think you know, what I'll really do
And I only hope you'll do it too.
You see, I yearn for a better land
and I know darn well, we really can.
But we've got to cut through the gnarled muck
And show the world we still give a . . . . (hoot)
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 12:50:14 PM | In todays world, and the current state of affairs, only one true piece of poetry, lyrical or otherwise, does truly come to mind.
One Tin Soldier
Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away. | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/4/2008 3:19:23 PM | A CALL TO ARMS
A hundred years in the making
so hard everyone has tried
looking around at the bodies
it seems everyone has died
was spawned by hatred
and misunderstanding of creed
battles go on forever
as generations wait to bleed
the call to pick up arms
we face brother against brother
we fear what we don't know
we have never met each other
and as the world turns
on it's axis of hate
we await our call to arms
we await our bloody fate. | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/6/2008 3:24:38 AM | I tried to confess for my sins
to tell you who dares and who wins
you veto'ed my vote
rubbed out what I wrote
But the Illumnati will never give in
You censored my threads, why is that?
could it be coz the air smells of rat
or would you my dear
prefer life full of fear
and just cover your ears with your hat
I told you I'd seen him you seek
looking furtive and shifty and meek
rowing out to his lair
and I told you just where
but now something else starts to reek
My money in bags doesn't come
I was planning a place in the sun
you called it a cat
or a man with a bat
Americans must hate having fun
I told you my job from last year
at the head of the demon you fear
I gave you a chance
to spear with your lance
yet you choose to ignore that I'm here
Consipacies they come and they go
and there's few who can say that they know
who, where and when
and if I'll do it again
now you've taken my last chance to show
Just tell me what is it you dread?
are you happy just counting your dead
I speak only the truth
I'm a sayer of sooth
my message you've stopped getting read
Cencorship is a weapon of war. Told you that you were a people of war and not a people of peace. | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/6/2008 6:21:14 AM | Another, from one of my countrymen, written twenty two years ago, and more valid than ever. I've quoted it here a few times.
Call it Democracy
by Bruce****urn, written Nov. 1985
Padded with power here they come
international loan sharks backed by the guns
of market hungry military profiteers
whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
with the blood of the poor
Who rob life of its quality
who render rage a necessity
by turning countries into labour camps
modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom
Sinister cynical instrument
who makes the gun into a sacrament --
the only response to the deification
of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
idolatry of ideology
North south east west
kill the best and buy the rest
it's just spend a buck to make a buck
you don't really give a flying ++++
about the people in misery
IMF dirty MF
takes away everything it can get
always making certain that there's one thing left
keep them on the hook with insupportable debt
See the paid-off local bottom feeders
passing themselves off as leaders
kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
open for business like a cheap bordello
And they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
and they call it democracy
See the loaded eyes of the children too
trying to make the best of it the way kids do
one day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
to find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
they call the revolution
IMF dirty MF
takes away everything it can get
always making certain that there's one thing left
keep them on the hook with insupportable debt | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/6/2008 7:28:16 AM | There once was a U.S. election
Lamented for lack of selection
But that Bush couldn't run
And continue his fun
Gave many a raging erection | |
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/6/2008 8:35:34 AM | Visions of hope are just not enough
Let's hire a candidate, experienced and tough.
Rather than count on the completely unknown
let's re-capture our freedoms before they're all gone.
The world is a real world, not hope and dreams
and often unknowns are just not what they seem.
Undoubtedly Clinton is the best choice of note,
So let's all just decide to get out there and vote.
Sorry Barack.. Maybe next time Duude!
Vote Clinton 2008! 
Clinton (X)
Obama ( )
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| Politics inspired poetry
Posted: 5/15/2008 4:56:01 AM | When you make up your mind who to choose
and the've so many votes they can't lose
Ron Paul will be king
coz he'll do anything
to bring peace to the world at a cruise
If he does what he can to end war
and give's food to a world that is poor
respect you will win
and forgiveness of sin
make the world say his name with a roar
Don't tell me you don't understand
the joy of having no guns in the land
let loose the white dove
show the world you can love
and take care of our hearts in your hand
The world looks at you and we see
your freedom's the right thing for me
when you are my friend
the hatred will end
and for once in my life I'll be free | |
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