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The Hot, Hot Heat

Praise the sun and turn up the A/C!!
This non-rhyming poem is about how hot it is around the world.

Fat stacks

A poem musing on how unfair society has become

Babies bombed Children hunted in schoolyards Rich men bathe in the blood And the rage builds God forsakes Rains death for minor slights Over feigned insults And the rage builds Rich men laugh While stealing from all Basking in the light of God While we suffer in Hell And the rage builds And the rageContinue reading “The Rage”

The Cat That Snores

The cat that snores Comfortable, Secure, Happy. If only, If only we could be as content

Staring

Staring Deep down Into an abyss I want to jump To fall in But I cannot move

NEVER OBEY

Don’t wait to disobey the villains in power When the freedom of all is at stake. Do not be silent when they come for your neighbor- Shout and fight for them. Scream loud as you can- “They are attacking us!!” And fight back violently against the evil in your face. Do not make yourself aContinue reading “NEVER OBEY”

Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others

Eat the food Watch the TV Isn’t that guy funny? Don’t look outside There is only suffering out there Stay inside Stay comfortable Don’t worry about your neighbors They only lost everything Have some more bread watch the circus Don’t look outside, dammit! We will be over to take everything from you soon Keep yourContinue reading “Comfort Dependent on the Suffering of Others”

The New Fight

The old order is crumbling Falling into madness You think it’s over? That the worst is behind us? Don’t be foolish! This is the next stage of battle. The revolution!! Do not count on your leaders to save you They only want to save themselves. If you want to live You must learn to first.Continue reading “The New Fight”

When the Show ends

When the show ends And the credits roll Will you be proud With what was shown? When the lights fade And the bell tolls What will be made From what you’ve sown? Will there be cheers And applause? Or will they jeer And seethe At what you’ve done? But would it matter What they thinkContinue reading “When the Show ends”

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