Tag Archives: political

An Election, Poetry by Diana Benskin

Genre: Society, Political

America is in mourning
Today her tears are falling
Those votes that were casted
Seem to’ve been wasted
on the President elect
Whom many now reject

This Presidential Win on which injustice ,fear and divisiveness was erected
This is the premise on which he was elected
The diplomacy portrayed is faux
A breeding ground for discrepancies and misogyny to grow

Now is the time to stand firm and let your voices be heard
your vote is your word
That chose the Popular and rightful president
Not some unhinged and intolerable government

The crusaders cries in the street
will become louder when the numbers meet
Let the crusaders pass
For a snake has just slithered through us in the grass.

In the words of George Nathan
all the above will happen
when no votes are cast by you the good citizen

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SKIES ABOVE SYRIA, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Genre: Rhyme, Society, Political, War

SKIES ABOVE SYRIA
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Same crew,
Unknown airspace.

islamick crisis state
Misplaced enveloped craze.

Publicity publishes reports,
Editorial tributes
Dry ink cups.

Suspicious presidential price,
Justice evade hidden paradise.

Expensive peace,
Planting gas on protesting waters.
Reveling of truth,
Closely intermediate to conflict.

Let’s leave together,
You doubt uncertainty,
Rockets wouldn’t kill, if
Hostages deal,
But man melts steel.

Mass grave,
Hours ago, city was lively.
Six in threes,
Execution upon a time
Earth,

Coding parliamentary pledge,
Temporarily spoilt clock,
Little wire and tread,
Strap two batteries
Around her neck
Sprinkle black dust,
Bang !!!!
Bang!!!
Improvised death.

After researching catalyst,
Reality can’t sleep.
Misplaced islamick
Member states
Track support of news.

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JASMINE NO MORE, Poetry by Daniel Hefty

Genre: War, Political, People, Society

JASMINE NO MORE
by Daniel Hefty

I wake up in the night thinking about children
not mine but yours
you broken mothers
snatched from security and comfort
thrust into a divide uncrossable
left at the bottom of the rubble
from a sectarian blanket bombing campaign for peace
and domination

You wanted something you had no right to request
democracy would never replace the Shahs and Kings
did you believe they cared about God more than power
as they hauled off your sons and husbands
in the springtime of their lives
the Arab spring
as fire and brimstone rained down from the sky

I see vast expanses of barren mountain desert
scattered with scant shrubs and giant boulders
hand planted by Allah
moonlight catches up to the shadows
traversing a border into the unknown
where pregnant mothers will give birth to offspring
who will never have a land to call home

Charity packed on trucks
tangled in red tape and cease fires
no medicine exists to quiet screams of pain
brought on by seeking freedom
where none can be obtained
the dream turned on them
and cut them off

If you have nothing you are nothing
no papers no proof, no proof no help
humanitarianism twenty first century style
orphans never fear becoming widows
for they have no fathers to give them away
but how many orphans end up as prostitutes

no one wishes to say

I see a toddler passed out in the noonday sun
slumpt into the depressions of a jet black burka sitting on the street
lifeless, the pose instantly elicits sympathy
until you know the child’s been drugged by the arms that hold them
but nothing is done, no one will stand up for the unwanted
disrupting the balance they never wanted to be weighed amongst
children always receive the shortest measure in war

Slumlords and pedophiles circle like vultures
shop owners become slave owners overnight
schooling is replaced by work, books by brooms
childhood ended when the first bomb fell
which erased their Mosque and blew their school to hell
scattering them to the wind
to fall like debris on unwelcoming lands

Weekly whole families drift painlessly off to sleep
as the tiny UN heaters deliver carbon monoxide dreams
of the paradise that awaits them as they huddle in their tents
freezing and starving
soon the neighbors will want them to move on
with their problems and children
without a home

I have the right to say this because I have been to the source
I’ve seen the agony and outcome of this war first hand
the optometrist has blinded the world to his crimes
killing his own sons and daughters
while westerners watch for an opportunity to cash in
on the chaos they created in the first place
but no children crossed their minds

On the border between Syria and Lebanon I met a man
who had lost everything he owned
he had sent his wife and children on ahead towards Beirut
he told them he would follow soon
instead he turned as they drove out of sight and headed back to Syria
to rejoin the fight
and bury his brother, facing east

Seven million people, seven fucking million people displaced
and Christianity could give a damn
that western greed brought this all upon them
while they withheld aid and intervention
when the civilians were dying by the hundreds in Aleppo and Homs
the news gave them thirty seconds
which most of the world missed

It’s spring time again
the jasmine flower fell from its place of pride
four years ago and has never recovered
it’s roots twisted, it’s beauty destroyed
seeds cast to the wind unable to reroot
to eventually rest in the ruins
of what was a civilized habitation

I wake up in the night thinking about children
my children
and how they better get it right
how important it is they stand up for others
who can’t
because one day not to far away
this all could happen to them.

Daniel Hefty
American Muslim
april 2015

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Who are we?, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

Genre: Society, Life, Political

Who are we?
by Patsy Jawo

To dictate to others
Because of our bothers
To hate and victimize
People’s rightful ways
To live and exist freely
As what they were created to be
Not who we want them to be
Or indeed what we want to see
Disgusted by what we don’t want to see
Really disgusted by our own Selves
Disgusted by our own intolerance
Hatred we know is unfounded
Which we then compound into sets of values
Beliefs we merely create then stand by
As principles we hold dear and true
Pure fiction of the mind and intellect
Imagined based only on fear and lies
Fear of the unfamiliar and uncommon
Familiarity grows through fertile tolerance
And having things in common with others
Is achieved only by our acceptance
Lies so common we believe and trust them
Accept them without question or cares
Lies that started out as rumours
Of what we thought went on behind closed doors
Truth is even if the rumours happened
Who are we to judge others?
Or tell them what to do and be
Who are we to define what’s normal?
For normality of life is all encompassing
Life creates what it wants in us
Makes of us the very diversity that is living
Defines for us through that variety
Everything that is true, perfect and right
So who are we to question?
The very essence of life
That is our collective existence
As brothers and sisters of all
In and through every plant and human
Every vegetable and all land
For within every molecule
Imbued in every atom for sure
Without a single exception
Is the truth in all its galore
We can choose to wholly fortify
And be totally unified
Who are we to do otherwise?
Yes we have many options
Yet we opt for destruction
Self-destruction!

This is dedicated to every thought, feeling and action that calls for equality, equal opportunities, diversity, inclusion and all laws against all discrimination. Thank you for the inspiration and for pushing those of us that need to, into making a stand for our Selves, to be who we want to be and most of all to be who we are and nothing else.

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Terminators, Poetry by David E. Gates

Genre: Rhyme, Political, Society

Terminators
by David E. Gates

The ground is bloody, with the scars of war.
God knows what we’re fighting for.
I can’t breathe, Air’s so thin,
Nothing to stop them closing in.

Hard to tell, what’s real, what’s not?
My memories are all I’ve got.
Guns don’t stop, the noise, so loud,
The tanks they come, standing proud.

This war started in a different place,
When we recognised its face,
Hard to detect, what’s real or fake,
HK’s fly above, earth starts to shake.

Hunter Killers terminating,
Cyborgs on the loose,
Can’t make deals with these machines,
Cannot make a truce.
Metal men, from future time,
Just one thing that’s on their mind,
Killing all that’s humankind.
Death is all that’s here to find.

Can’t make no bargains, can’t give reasons,
The years pass by, like broken seasons,
Winter here, here to stay,
Skynet has more games to play.

Running their programs, through a neural brain,
Firing their lasers. Lightning in rain.
Unstoppable, Unjust, and unforgiving,
They just want to kill what’s living.

They won’t ever stop, they’ll just keep coming,
How long can I keep on running?
So weak, so tired, no fight to give,
Come with me if you want to live.

Hunter Killers terminating,
Cyborgs on the loose,
Can’t make deals with these machines,
Cannot make a truce.
Metal men, from future time,
Just one thing that’s on their mind,
Killing all that’s humankind.
Death is all that’s here to find.

A hope from the past, shows us the way,
We might beat these fuckers someday,
We’ll crush them, until there’s nothing left,
And stop this killing. Stop this death.

©Copyright David E. Gates – Shelley Show Productions – 2015

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FREE DUMB, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Genre: Political, Society, Life

FREE DUMB
by HABIB AKEWUSOLA

Saint of perfumed change
Antibiotic tablet,
Two capsules for a brave.

Who’s the man without
A people?

Internally displaced
Becoming slaves,

Who’s the people without
A man?

Help scream “Mayday”,
Associated spiritualist advertise
“I haven’t been paid”.

Your honesty surprises me,
Confidential skin
Thick saliva baptize thieves.

Wake me at the tail of
My dream
After changes has changed
This regime

Prosperity in advance,
Democratic shepard please
Don’t copy from France.

Operate my coma economy,
Surgeon I will crown you glory.

Black can do what
White handle,

Waxing tenure’s candle,
Mentality might not spark
You.

Cola nut’s crunching native bond,
Munch burger king obesity prince.

The world isn’t ours
Thou becomes a visitor in hours.

My fathers fading love
Talent eventually woke me up.

Precious time with my
Kids
Isn’t mixing ice cream with
Her milk teeth.

Free Africa,

A single broom, only one bunch.

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From the back, Poetry by Juan Rios

Genre: queer spectrum, sensual and political

From the back
by Juan Rios

Back it up.
Only, just a moment in solitude.
A moment suspended in time.
A moment.
Back it up.
Not ready for you.
Keep the volume down.
Shut the blinds.
No loudness.
No noise.
No moan.
Not even white noise.
Live it up and
get wasted.
Every minute, every day…
Someone else will live your live.
Back it up.
Nobody loses it.
Don’t do what they say.
Turn off the music
Embrace the silence
of the floating spirits.
Embrace it.
Back it up.

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