They took our country from us,
They took our lands from us.
Yet could not chain our voice,
Nor silence freedom's poise.
They burnt our homes to dust,
They crushed our dreams unjust.
But still we rise with flame,
With liberty in name.
......
In my infinite wisdom
I tell you this thing,
In this here my kingdom
Will the pendulum swing;
One minute the Kurds
So cute in their garb,
The other the Turks
With their venomous barb.
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God what a mess,
My head is spinning,
Each day more stress,
Am I still winning?
Wall street crashing,
The economy near stall,
The media’s constant bashing,
Pelosi’s new curve ball.
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Now they’ve done it, this is real,
Trying hard my job to steal,
Why they’d want it no-one knows,
This frenzied pack of feeding crows.
Impeach for this, Impeach for that,
A sirens’ song that just falls flat,
They little know I planned the lot,
Goading Biden to this spot.
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The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
......
They took our country from us,
They took our lands from us.
Yet could not chain our voice,
Nor silence freedom's poise.
They burnt our homes to dust,
They crushed our dreams unjust.
But still we rise with flame,
With liberty in name.
......
The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
......
To kill or not the mockingbird?
This is absurd!
Remarked the boy.
Keeps me awake,
With the noise it makes,
Crying for love.
It's not a robin red.
Her voice is dread.
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I saw him depart
Clothed in the evening sun
Western skies in a haze of dull red
He strode through the lamps
As they illuminate the passage to the eternals
I saw him emerge from the east
The horizon all orange
As he shouldered the sunrise
With scars of life's battles
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Poem by /Gharam Alrubaye
Translated by/ Ibtissam Ibrahim , Iraq
A stray bullet
On the remand of pouring pain
And a heart doesn’t escape from all this
Once , I was a cloud
Passed on a poor spot
then , it burst into tears
I was a sun .. decided not to shin
the farmers and workers were sad
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