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What is this, who is this, what is this? 
We want all Democrats to behave As though they truly and genuinely believe In a True Democracy
Democracy is about freedom of speechAnarchy is, without a doubt, the oppositeOf democracy, liberty and freedom to wishTo hope, to dream and to confront defeat.
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts Of the world Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts In this world
Myriads of Haitian-Americans will vote in the next US election We are sending stern warnings to the current administration We will vote for one party and we will rock the boat
Media, the virtual fourth pillar of democracy Celebrated for her impartial and true description Of facts, figures, truth, stats and data Keeping check on govt that often went ashtray
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
There is something I know now that I didn't know then...    Back when recess existed and kids ran  To play games of tag or house or kick-ball   Back when I thought there was only right or wrong
Red flower, Red flower, Do not Rise against with Roses Reincarnate the nation   Here you’ll find no carnage
  We are not living under the third Reich,I march in stride with cogent sign in hand. This is what a Democracy looks like.  We finger through causes, plug holes in the dike,
The pursuit of dreams is fucking bullshit Unless you dream of becoming exactly what the colleges can give you Or capitalistic America Or anyone
On the Day of the Sun, I heard Democracy talk about Shapes and sizes, Spite and spleen, Color and cologne Word and litter Hair and lip.
Ready! Aim! Fire! Nigeria is ready! Nigeria can Aim! But is Nigeria ready to FIRE?
My land is called the “home for the free” But I must be blind for I can’t see Behind the ignorance and bigotry The golden fruit we have called democracy   Can we truly be called the strong and brave
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
All’ hail the Star-Spangled Banner, A piece of cloth that’s hit  the slammer, This American Flag- freedom flying proud, This tapestry of idealism, disavowed, Where Red and Blue stripes should stream in solidarity,
Freedom for you or freedom for me, To die for you, or for country? Is this not a choice, but instead a goal, what does it mean for us to truly be free?  
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." -Statue of Liberty. New York. Independence Day, 1776. Walls, rules. All raised to keep out a refugee, an immigrant. Obstacles, hoops.
These words that were written so long ago They cease to shine. They cease to grow. They mock me now, day in and day out.  For tis nothing but a puppet show,   I wonder why we ignore the past
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.
Twenty score years ago, and some The evil merchants crossed the waves Gleeful as they raped and pillaged Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves
We, the young aged by hate, torn by lonesome longing for days hidden in future history,  Stalked by a past twisted and turned by beliefs and  banter... ugly. We, the few jaded and new,
they say we're voting in a dem- -ocracy but what's democratic about choosing a pres- -ident from two candidates we hate almost equally?
I left this one blank. There is no freedom. It doesn't stop. NOTHING IS EVER BLACK AND WHITE
We are the children of Red White and Blue,
If I could change one thing I would change everything. Politicians wouldn't lie and innocent people wouldn't die. I would change the way this democracy runs, where the people, not the corporations are number one. 
In a not-so-far village,
And so upon her shoulders rest, The uncertainty of her toughest test, In her the many strands of life unite, To work against an evil might.   A pair of wars and a breach of security,
Dear Mr. American History:   Your tie: red white and blue, representing the noose of oppression you pledge yourself to.
Roses are red and I am not a poet and I am not an artist and I’m not the glue that sticks to your shoes andYou should choose your friends more carefully and
Demo-, people, cracy-, government A society for, by, and of the people, But without education, democracy cannot exist, A society endowed with intellectuals provides the true key,
i am disenchanted i don’t care about your world of illusions with its love that isn’t; it’s just romantic
Men killed in battle on a sweltering day Fighting for our freedoms, no matter what we say Killing ruthless terrorists There is no such thing as rest For our men and for our leader.
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