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POEM FOR MAGA PEOPLE The red hat full of lies he's said,Is somehow glued upon your head. I can never change your mind Because you're choosing to be blind. You don't want to see the facts,You just excuse the way he acts. He spews out lies just lik
I used to follow the crowd, Together, they speak up loud. The media started a fire, The crowd despises Trump for being a liar. I analyzed the truth, Realizing most of this is fake news.
I open my eyes this morning To cry so many tears Then deal with so many fears. I open my eyes and I came to realize that The whole world is in fear. I open my eyes at the TV
The inspiration I have gathered and grasped from the ashes of this exhausted relief fuels a fire untouchable to man Rising up as the fire burns inside
The Wealthy Man made a blunder Did it again No need to thunder for he'll soon be six feet under.
To whom it may concern I think that any Bigotry, Ignorance, Or prejudice You harbor deep inside should burn.
Is it a lynching? Is your body hanging like low, strange fruit Is your family strange fruit with you too On that tree, is there fallen leaves? Can you breathe?
Demigods Demagogues Shamelessly Proudly Praying or preying, Crowds high on disdain But, Did they know? The clock, Is no one’s friend. When they come for you,
Shed the skin of the colonizer As if it is not also mine As if the blood coursing through me did not also pool along the legs of Malintze
The world watches as numbers trickle in. Each state lights up in hues of red or blue. Hope for a female president grows thin. The man governed by hate now governs you.
There is a wall plan, And it is being applied. Then money isn't there.
Dear Mr. President, November 9, 2016 This day will live in infamy,
Dear Mr. Trump, Do you hear the words you say? Does is sound like a roar when you speak? The hate will rot your teeth. The racism will weaken your muscles. The homophobia will wrinkle your skin.
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?
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
Controversial talks aren’t always what they seem Getting to talk about Donald Trump? Oh, what a joy! What a dream. But somehow I’ve began to wonder, I’ve seen the tables turn,
This is to America
I feel emboldened My partisan senryu Bye O'No, hi Pomp
A mother, looking down at her child, giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close. A teenager, acting foolishly and disrespectfully towards his crush, who seems to be uncomfortable.
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
There once was an Emperor with a very short temper who focused his attention on clothes. As his closet did grow, it seemed as though he cared not of the council he imposed.
Sniffing, snorting, sneezing, Sick people wheezing, The children whisper, They don’t know the rules, Don’t listen, Blurt out answers,
I bake carrot cake I bake carrot cake for the birthdays and beyond Even though I hate carrot cake I bake the damn thing and my hands are orange! I do it all for you goddamn i do
Dedicated to the 2016 Presidential Election People still wonder how could this happen. How could the Apprentice leave a job of acting. The most unqualified president ever? Maybe we should understand the game better.
The thought of someone out there Believing they do not matter, Because their president says so. The satisfied looks on the faces of people Who have never valued those different than themselves.
Donald Trump plans on putting "America First." It seems like that could succeed. Depending first, on what "America First" means and exactly what is guaranteed. "America First" would mean supplying our people
I pledge allegiance to the Racism of the United States of America, and to the Rich, White, and Wealthy for which it stands, one Nation under a Christian God, divisible,
A state divided To make America Great We need each other
I will protest againt this insanity Speak up without enmity Even when they set their dogs loose Because I won't tolerate this abuse And we're not backing down I refuse to be led by a clown
We the people We the people divided We the people alienated We the varied We the broken. We who break each other down and hide behind the pieces. We who have bled,
Have a glass with me, sweetheart We'll forget the execution If you don't move a muscle You'll take pride in revolution Raise your hand to your heart Let inhibitions run loose That's the way to cope
Why are we turning back? Was the scar from the trail of tears not deep enough? To plunge another knife, in our tarnished history? We are the epitome of irony, and all our immigrant ancestors would agree.
The land of brave The land of the free The land to be. We stand here in awww as if we didn't vote for this change As if we didn't cast ballets agreeeing to the terms of this contract.
Oh say can you see, the wall being built? The country we once knew now thrown on a tilt.The Dawns early light is from nuclear bombs.People praying in church reading a psalm.For this country, once so strong, now led by a man who acts before he t
The New Omelas by Lilian Ntximhlub Her —after Ursula K. Le Guin’s "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas" In the great city of Omelas,
Dear Donald Duck, We are not rapists . We are not drug dealers. We are not bringing crime. Mexico will not pay for your wall. Mexico will not come to their knees. Mexico is Free.
America is greatbut the people who made is great don't get to experience it when profits are low they cut jobs instead of their paychecksthe only people who feel the burden are the ones just trying to scrape by
A child is leading Our always failing nation We failed ourselves
I cried on election night. Frozen in fear as I stared at my phone, I tried to not imagine my friends being dragged away beaten, bruised, barebacked like the kids in the history books when another man said
If William Owens caught sightof the monstrous tugging at the heart strings of the ChiefTheatric Officer Trump & theso cheap & cynical littlethrow-away line of "TheBible teaches us ..."
Sure as heck wouldn't fall for that "Oh its my favouritebook & I keep it by my bedsidetrick" & gather chubby Christianflunkeys to pray over & anointa fascist idiot child,
Trump has overseas businesses& assures us he has no conflictshere, there & everywhere ...
Trump voters that is,about shady Russian ties to dark oligarchs& billion ruble deals,conflicts of interest,ties made in China,family business entanglements?
Absolutely the worst thingseriously it gets no worse, is to visit Facebook News & then get
Just seeing that dumb red hatgives me the Heebeejeebees,the Holy Camoleys,I get the Willies,the John B. Scrotes,I feel Ben Carsoned,
Somebody Else's Babies ... or a poem for Steve King a Republican Representative of our esteemed governing classes who recently came along with another jaw-dropping piece of White Supremacist bullshit ...
Somebody else's babiesgrew up in this green & pleasant land to go on tofight & die in the American War in Vietnam, & the twounforgivable invasions of Iraq,
ha! yes!sure as heck I'm not exactlyjumping for joy in these enddays of dying planetary life,threatened existences, starvinghomeless 5 year old Mustafa's,engaged Supremacists, murdered
So good with the ethics,the caring, considerate, oh so compassionate Christian way of getting things done ...
It's over, its done ... American Christianity stumbles forwardtoward a cruel topsy-turvy world wherehelp is weakness, compassion is cruelty& divisive isolation is preferable to welcome & concern.
Well ...that's it then,we're officially done,game about over ...
"By the way, if she gets to pick,if she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks.Although the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don't know," Trump said.
Of course it’s a Muslim Banwhen Muslim countries areaffected & 1.5 billion folks perceive it to be so,
Meals on Wheels feeds needyold folks & house-bounds,its not some sort of luxury blue-aproncelebrity-chef at your door in minutescreme-de-brule & lobster fricasee,
The Dalai Lama may not approvewith my pinching the Pure Diamondphrase which is of course usuallyin reference to some Buddhist momentof utter clarity & profound insight,
Trump sure knows how toshare the sacrifices,spread that butter a little thin on his own toast,as say ...when he weekends at Mar-a-Lago,
Would you rather the majestic pure white polar bear had a homein this world or that Paul Ryan took a slow, slow boat to China & then turned around & came back, & then again, & again?
Come back Barack ... oh my how we miss you so, I know you weren't perfect in that Commander in Chiefbombing innocent folks overseas sort of way,
Donald found it quite the final & totally
The pure core of The Donald,that is when he's stripped downto his essential essence much likethe very last doll in the Russian dollset-up where one reveals another is colored green & has pictures of
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars All hidden behind unopened doors Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke Buried beneath the ash in the smoke Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
An outcast and the people’s man Is nothing but a lewd artifice of a leader His white hot rhetoric sears into America’s already scarred skin She weeps for her children
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
Land of the free home of the brave Try and say it at Trayvon's grave
November 9, 2016, 00:00, you open nytimes .comand the American map glaring back at youis red,like Muslim blood, like Mexican blood, like American blood.
BLACK with no Regret I'm Black With No Regret And maybe my shoulders scream it too Or maybe it's in our stride And strong voice and afros I'm Black With Some Regret
I clutch the gun and remember my word is my weapon I’m almost out of ammo The ink is starting to run thin I seal the envelope And envelop in the pain I’m forced to pick my poison, as I remember
"Never again" History's a cruel mystery But how clever a pen Cinema's sentiment's more cinnamon-sweet We're amateur janitors just been sent in to sweep Epilogue for a demagogue when we set him asleep
My dear Joy Dorany,
Let the sun shine down without being scared, let the birds sing free without any care, let there be a languid day, and may it be fair,
Make America great again? I thought America was fine? I would really appreciate it If we didn't leave Muslim behind He says, "Muslims are terrorist, Mexicans are rapist,
I’m opening a restaurant On the corner of Liberty Street And Broadway. New York’s Broadway makes billions, but I got a small loan of a million dollars
This country is a mess. Promises of freedom for the few by oppression of the many taking hold of us, with anger and a sense of injustice
I can't wrap my head around the phrase "make America great again" Our history is drenched with blood Human beings were viewed as beasts Women are still not equals And I only just got my right to marry
The man we hate is riseing acully not we,the entire world. he'l build a wall but ladders can get over wall everyone hates him few disagree.
The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women nasty, and condeming those who do not love as he, Start a fire burning brighter than the sun,
Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported Your skin is stern My skin learns But skin is just a layer of tissue
Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported Your skin is stern My skin learns
Many voices cry out in agony, Many voices are left out. Many voices are heard in the outrage, Many voices are left out. Many voices have many perspectives, Many voices ignore many voices,
Now who am I to say that I am learned beyond my years In time and blood the holy flood of hate and fearful tears Furrowed and scoffed we pawned it off with hopes to buy it back
Bubbles are dangerous- now, let me explain. Not the nostalgic solution, Innocence and iridescence Cherished in childhood Loved by young and old alike. No- these bubbles divide Leaving behind
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
Do not grope me in a car. Do not grope me at a bar. Do not grope, you understand? Do not grope me, orange man! I will build my border wall, and I will build it very tall.
Trump. I Said it. I bet it tasted sour. Did it roll off your tongue with mercuric ease? Or did it linger with a pervading pungency. News heads will babble. The masses will dabble
There's a group of people, living in silence - in the darkenss Many are aware of their existence Many are not Who am I to shine light on them - shine the truth It makes me sick to the stomach
I can still hear the cheers and tears of happiness I can still see the crowds in the streets chanting his name Waving the flag with pride and seeing a ray of hope During a time where we had seen so much tragedy
This past year I reflect that event Where our new president-elect Became Donald Trump. Not only stunned hearts, But shattered faith To the country I thought we could trust.
Setting around a world aflame. The panic is plain. Pain and Scars. Thoughts gone, slipping below radars. Worlds falling. Fears clinging. The tears and shards. Of a world burned and charred.
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,
“A time comes when silence is betrayal”When the government's stops telling you what is happening you are doomed to an endless life of misinformation and lies spread thick and thin on propaganda cloaked as movie posters and pop culture. Because w
I'm white Donald Trump is Daddy
I’m speechless but I must write.
“Mommy, what’s that noise?” I said. She paused the news and cocked her head. “Cheering—from New York!” In awe, We joined with glee the hissing RAWR!
"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,
Dear America A letter to the country of the United States of America. What are you doing? Dear Black America,
Drumpf is like Mussolini,
Donald Trump won the Republican nomination What is wrong with this generation? This is trouble for our future nation
So much of you to see and hear-Too much; I'd rather not.Anything you say or doBecomes a topic that is "hot":
The place I call home -Jessica Jazmin Michaca Silva I come from a place where families are always united I come from a place where music is always blasting at every corner
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
They tell me some of my best pieces were written late night early mornings When the troubles from my past were annoying me like pants creases My troubles are like the freshman fifteen annoying yet creepingThe whole time I was thinking that there
I've had about exactly enough of this Of the big-wigs telling people that they don't deserve to live Because they weren't born with money (Where's that silver spoon?)
Looked on the TV saw trumps tupee. That man has a lot of words to say today. I wonder if he would still like my vote though, i'm gay? Righhht... That's enough FOX for this stud
I am American, Not only American but Hispanic. Cultures joined inevitabley, Treated inequitably; Because ONE of both are immigrants I am the result of their love YET treated unfair
Just wonna live the American dream; Fame, power, riches it’s the American scheme. Everyone is trying to get their spot in the light,
My people, my race, my heritage. I am a rapist. I am a drug addict. I am good for nothing alcoholic That is how one person labeled all of my people. My ancestors.
Now I'm not political. I dont vote. Not even old enough to have taxes to do. But some things have been said that simply aren't true. Now i'm not Mexican. But I am a minority of a minority Black, Hispanic ,Native ,woman and left handed too.
The one-percenter Donald Trump Announced presidential aspirations with hair in a clump. Ironic Neil Young song played on While he looked like a mafia don.