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The election of Trump seemed without rhyme or reason. I couldn’t accept everything has a season. What deep rooted rage had spawned this nightmare so that half of our country would go blind and not care?
Still days to go and his aberrations persist With secret and antagonistic trysts. Conspiracy theories continually endure deception and deceit he will ensure.
He was a merchant selling condos and penthouses Then switched to sell dreams of a new America Let's make America great again was slogan he chose Gullible masses hooked by pack of lies and half truths
Retroismic palaces rise from deserted sands but all I see around me is mental illness A basket of bread and flower, -Lexicon for heartening; Jazz brass and sunburn in the poppy fields
Much like a zombie, a person sans vie prowling around mimicking birds constantly using idiotic words Sleep all day, party all night, constantly cutting short other’s lives
Gil Scott-Heron Question, Did you ever realize who the biggest kingpin is? They say real eyes realize real lies Well the Revolution will not be televised So, I was sent to open eyes
Were we human? Yes, once we were. But not now. Not now. Now we are more. We are one. Unity.
Unmoved by tears Untouched by reason Without heart nor mind But welcoming of the vilest For they bring gifts of gold Triumphant is Trump.
PRESENTING: "Technological Habits." Paid in part by the subliminal masses. (OFF MIC) "We could start by listing all the reasons why we can't have this. For instance, Class.
I flick a cig and it lands on a leaf, Burns to the ground and spins my beliefs, Here is where I see a glimpse of hope, A visual summary. Time and time again, I see this reflection,
Trump made me feel great The MAGA US President Goodbye, status quo
This is us, a black hole for a face.Wear too much makeup and you're a public disgrace.
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist In the eyes of the president, I don’t work for shit In the eyes of the president, I’m a drug user
It is a wonder how they can use their very broad shoulders to carry out the very bad things they are doing to the very innocent children of this country. Maladaptive and malicious,
It’s different than a period Dripping down your thigh - That’s from me: that’s mine. Not the boy at the party who Let you feel safe -
The distance between us was this thin metal wall as the world passes by and no emotion would fall into the distance where echoes were heard but not a sound from people
dear mindless zombies also known as society why do we not learn? from our history following through the commands blindly because of the sly speeches in germany in 1993 till today
We haven’t much to call our own. Not our eyes or our hair, or our X chromosome. Not our face or our fare, or the places we roam.
For The Land: America: With all your beauty and grace, your Miss United States, Your pride and stars and stripes and stunning monuments dedicated to (racist) presidents past
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?
There has alway been a fire in your eyes. No one knows what you are even like. There's a burning sensation, Within your damnation. No one knows what I go through, Even though there's a dew. Under the mist and fog, You're a damn old hog.
Dear Mr. President:
Querida Mama, I hope one day I will be brave enough. Enough to tell you that I see your pain and although at times I have been ungrateful to you. You who have know me my whole life
Dear Mr. Trump, The art of the deal? Well I can see the appeal. But the things that you spout- I can't beleive that they're real. It's like being first in mario kart, and then slipping on a peel.
‘A little learning’s a dangerous thing’In one pretending to be king.Tweets for which he’s oddly famousExpose him as an ignoramus.
Dear friends against the people, I am from the stories of the past Compiled into the present. Chicana they call me.
“Don’t Worry”, said the salesman with the cheap suit and the cheaper grin, desperate to make his last pitch
Dear Mr. Trump, I feel like I’m living in a required reading novel, I’ve been hoping it’s A Wrinkle in Time, but it’s looking like 1984. Please stop goading North Korea, please.
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,
Musings of Trumpian nature. Twisting bloated in the wind Is this man with but his ego as friend He's got it all and he doesn't lose
Hard working father, scraping by, stares at the photo he keeps in his box Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
There was a foolish President by the name of Donald Trump, Elected as a leader as the least of two great evils, Who seldom did much else except for sitting on his rump
They say life is a gift, That love bridges the rifts, They say 'follow your dreams', They ask you to come clean. But what if life is greedy and shallow, Driven by heads and hearts that are hollow,
Anger rises in me today, But angry things are not what I want to say. I don't want to say how I'm angry at man, For doing as much destruction as they can, I don't want to say how I much I hate,
WiTh lIbErTy and JuSTicE fOR AlL is what many refuse to say, how can an old message become less true, our president wanting to get back to old roots, sadly his trees are losing fruit, Muslim Bans,
Nation divided, many improvements needed a more open Trump must reflect upon the wise moon
Trump became President and I got askedAre you proud to be American now?I never boasted that I was AmericanBut by the questioning of "now" and by the given smirk, I could tell that the answerWas decided for me
The land of the free Yet corruption runs rampant Trump is president
First, they robbed, killed, and enslaved the Arawaks, They smothered the indigenous with Smallpox blankets, And they built an economy on the scarred backs of slaves. Then they blazed a trail of tears,
Headlines. Trump- worst president in history Trump ruined America How Trump is spending his money The truth about Trump. Okay, so we hate Trump. How many of us can really say why?
dear you, beautiful black woman you woke up to a nightmare, november ninth
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
Good ole' murrica, Are you Serious Right Now? How can you make me feel dehumanized? To the injustices YOU commit daily, weekly, and monthly? How can you preach diversity and Pro-Life?
I'm not proud to say I'm from here, because I really disagree. Mr. President have you forgotten? What is humanity
The United States of Twitter... I think I need a one hitter.
America is violence. America is a land, “where all men are created equal” But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
at this time of great unrest our nation stands divided in a civil war of prose snowflakes and nazis aliens and terrorists little do our people know pride comes before the fall
Ameica ain't mine if I belong to the wind and rain My state ain't mne random people screaming in the streets California so united, so divided We love you, we discard the screamers
America is the new China I was built up like The great wall of china I am strong, powerful, impenetrable, Fortified heavily until nothing can hurt me. But like the great wall of china,
Imagine a world so unlike this one Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines, And no one experienced the sinking jolt Of panic caused by bad touches Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers
Freedom can be yours in the land of the free This is true, but only if you listen to me Don't open your mouth to speak The best kind of thoughts are the ones that are bleak Oh, the American dream?
When was the last time a young girl wasn’t dress-coded or sexualized just because it was 85 degrees outside? When was the last time an immigrant earned enough money from one job to support their family?
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become.
A group of kids make a political joke This group of kids call themselves “woke” But what if I spoke But what if I broke The silence The violence All you'll see is defiance America the Great?
Our Great & Wise Leader was just so busybasking in his omnipotent all-knowingness& radiating light that reached the four cornersof the world where millions were at this very
Eyes.Accusatory eyes.Staring blankly at meOver their mother's back.Hands.
My doctor tells me I spend fartoo much of my waking life onThe Great Orange One & she may be right but then again what can I do when day to day life seems to mirror his surly & desperate antics.
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 ..."
Did you see it?That brother can do itoh yes indeed he can,
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,
“That’s what America is about,” Carson said. “A land of dreams and opportunity. There were other immigrants who came here in the bottom of slave ships, worked even longer, even harder for less."
"They too had a dream that one day their sons, daughters, grandsons, granddaughters ... might pursue prosperity & happiness in this land."
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
He's all smirking with hissecrets that he knows &we don't but he's goingto bless us with theirpresence as if the shithe's all Wikileakingwasn't already guessed at & yes, thanks Assange
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,
Young Donald got some play-time yesterday whensome big grown menstopped by & let himsit in the drivers seatof their big, big truck,& he even got to tootthe big, big horn,
I'd like them alleach & every onedown to the lastsmug,self-satisfied,smart,oh-so-smartdeniers,
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
"Make America Great Again" The words spoken by our infamous leader This is His America With bombs and threats, Insults and cat calls Racism, sexism, ageism Fascism and imperialism
Yes I can see From the glow of my computer light That I cannot be proud of Our stars and stripes. We stand on the shore and ignore The helpless cries of our fellow man,
Let’s talk about America. Let’s talk about us and that thing we do when our cabernet tastes more rotten than fermented,
I want to love you America, but how can I when our greatest mistake as a nation is preaching to our youth that what is in our textbooks can never happen again we preach intelligence
America, aren't you supposed to be free? A land free of racism, injustice, and just letting me be me? Every day we turn on the news, A man is dead, his wife and unborn baby too.
Oh say can you see? By the dawn’s early light The big wall towering Over us all upright Whose broad bricks And bright clay
How can we be The land of the free And the home of the brave, When we are nothing more than a knave, an enclave, Digging our own grave? You can hear their cries, The millions of sobs very loud and clear, Those of a mother, mourning the death of
Oh say can’t you see, The home and land of the free… The free... Each day one more decree, enforced over me.
America the Great Once divided, continued to push past the stake, With hope, we will rise up and deliver Our founding principles, Liberty and freedom of sake. America, the Great.
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles. He does not know my intentions. Or my dreams. But how could he? For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
I am a feminist and no I don’t hate men, infect if you knew me in high school i did quite the opposite. I am a feminist because even though I know the statistics about eating disorders,
“Grab them by the p***y” Is that all women are to the president? Something to be groped and violated?
Breathe. When you take a breath, what do you feel? Do you feel alive or ready to help this nation thrive even more? Now think.
America is a land of limitless alternatives. But plurality of lies is not progress. Congress won't dig for the answers in the ground. Doubtless or dubitable,
Build a wall! Our brothers and sisters of the South have thrived Under the shadow of oppression, located In the "land of opportunity," now fear for their future as they are
As a little girl coming from South America to this new country, they told us about the "new life" we'd have, the great oppurtunities but most importantly the safety and the acceptance of this loving country.
YEARS FROM NOW, I hope everything is different, and everything is better. I hope that people have faith in each other, I hope people still communicate through the art of writing a letter,
It's more than a tweet More than 37 likes on instagram showing me your #bodypostivity #heforshe scrolling through the void empty scream issues trending on buzzfeed
Have you heard, have you heard, Of this feather-shedding bird, The eagle, our freedom, our country, our cause? It’s sick, it is, sick as a dog, With dried up eyes and ears and tongues for laws.
We fight to win we fight to win We close our eyes We stop our ears We shout to shout Not to convince or tell a truth We fight to win we fight to win
I am a Rapist? I wake up every day at five in the morning Picking the grapes from the vine from sunup to sundown.
I started the year as any other I never thought I could learn so much Or grow so much The year was like an unpaved road But it sure was a trip It started out with Insecurities
I truly believe that every human on this Earth is born with a desire to save the world, and somewhere along the way, we realize that this world does not want to be saved.
A year ago, you didn’t realize activism was in your near-future. Now, more than one hundred lives,thousands of gallons of water,and many other natural resourcesare saved each year becauseYou choose not to put animal bodies or their by-products on
2016A strange year indeedI've grown closer into an adultfrom a small child in need And sure I've changed a lotbut how much can really be new?could I be a whole new personcould that really be true?
“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 am taking a test, but I don't know what the subject is about. I didn't ask to take this test.I flip to the first page. The questions are simple, but I cannot answer them.
Can you see fire in an empty cave? For all its dwellers now swarm My home, gun-ho towards All who have a voice. At least they did... I can see a mirror in the past,
Every four years, We see something so rough that it brings some to tears. It's not a disaster; People come together to pick our political master. First there was twenty, now there are two.
Im sorry if you cant relate. I swear to you this man promotes hate. If you do not believe me attend a rally. Just sit there, dont speak, dont be rowdy. Listen. Listen to what they are really saying.
Imagine darkness Blackness with hints of color Unusual yet subtle... Imagine lonliness, yet devoured with fear Thats how I feel Lost in a sea of whiteness