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Our country has a sickness
But it’s not a virus or disease It’s how the corporations Can screw us as they please. Afflicted by their greed We’ve got a corporate STD Martin Shkreli is the worst I think we all agree. This Pharma Bro’s quite deadly With his AIDS drug price increase His gluttony is unlimited Price gouging has to cease. The solution to this problem Is corporate castration Cutting off their balls To save our beloved nation.
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It’s destructive path has decimated
The lives of far too many. Destroying all within it’s way Annihilation unlike any Ripping lives apart A horror to get through To all of those affected Must start their lives anew Rebuild, get help, and find a way To make it through Another day. Texas and Hollywood Won’t be the same When Harvey is to blame. Trump thinks this is a game
And treats it like a joke. Unable to lead our country He uses Twitter to provoke. Bullying any person Who dares decry his lies. On the brink of World War III And our nuclear demise. The bricks are barely balanced Our lives are in unease As we wait and watch our President Give a fatal, strident sneeze. What a year it’s been
For men in high positions Unable to control themselves And their sexual afflictions. Bill O’Reilly and Roger Ailes At the Fox News media station With their sexual harassment And inappropriate flirtations. Harvey Weinstein is the latest In this Powerful Pervert Posse To target pretty actresses He was corpulent and cocky. Let’s not forget Mr. Weiner And his dick picks to a teen This gross old man’s got problems He’s quite disgusting and obscene. Pro-Lifer Rep. Tim Murphy Just got busted by his mistress Telling her to get an abortion His hypocrisy’s quite twisted. Justin Caldbeck is no longer After his sexual attempts No respect for any woman His sleazy actions in contempt. And what about our president The leader of our land With his gross and grabby fingers On his small and wrinkled hands. “Grab ‘em by the pussy” Sexual assault and crude cat calls If they ever try again, I say We “Kick ‘em in the balls!” Senator Corker popped his cork As he listened to Trump’s tweets Astonished at the childishness The President excretes. No one is watching over him And his infantile ways As the leader of our country Goes through his temper-tantrum phase. It was Melania’s turn But she’s been hiding at Trump Tower And Kelly Conway ran away Locked herself inside the shower. There are no “time out” corners Within the oval office For an orange-haired spoiled baby Who makes us really all quite nauseous. No one wants to deal with him He’s a nightmare on two feet So they just give him back his phone And from his booster seat he tweets. But Trump has lost his binkie That kept his mouth from speaking And the diapers only work To keep his bottom half from leaking. Dear lord our country’s gone to hell And the devil can’t stop laughing At the mess we’ve gotten into As the crap just keeps amassing. This poem was written after reading this news story today: https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/trump-attacks-corker-who-responds-by-calling-the-white-house-adult-day-care/2017/10/08/3c6e36d6-ac44-11e7-9e58-e6288544af98_story.html?utm_term=.cfd54ddf7399
When the president
Calls us an “SOB” And we pray that people will finally see, How we fight for our right To equality. Because racism has stolen our liberty. The silence heard ‘Round the country. A peaceful protest In the land of the free. We see what it means to be a democracy. As I stand before you And #Takeaknee. When the fight for justice Is ridiculed and dismissed, I kneel. When voices are silenced over shouts of violence, I kneel. When we fail to support ALL of our citizens, I kneel. When we falter At the feet of liberty, I kneel. When our rights are restricted, I kneel. As ignorance and bigotry lead our country, I kneel. When suspicious fear suffocates compassion, I kneel. When corporations buy our politicians, I kneel. When the age of unreason Resonates across the land, I kneel. When we become blind To the struggles of others, I kneel. When respect and diplomacy Are neglected, I kneel. When a symbol becomes more important than its people, I kneel. This poem was written after watching this video of Rep Sheila Jackson Lee. http://thehill.com/blogs/floor-action/house/352392-black-lawmaker-kneels-on-house-floor-in-solidarity-with-athletes
Opportunity rots in the soil of oppression.
Equality erodes from angry animosity. Justice deteriorates on the scales of ineptitude. Freedom is buried under the ashes of superiority. Liberty atrophies in the depths of despair. The decay of democracy deteriorates solidarity. |
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
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