Politics Poems
Web of Lies
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I hope you choke on yr web of lies
Mr. Trump
And yr spider babies will follow
You cause too much hate
That I want to stay inside
And crawl underneath my bed and hide
For my hope is diminishing
As you keep shooting yr mouth
and we are divided
Because of it
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Life for Hue and Me
by Vincent Margiotta
For a country known for its Red, White and Blue,
We often mistake good for bad in people based on their hue
Sometimes, I feel nature is to blame,
But I can’t, because it is a societal game
Politics is played using the folks of hue,
never really helping our brethren,
only looking for that vote or two
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Breaking News
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Did I hear you say the rocks
Have all been blasted?
And how about such impatient
Waters that must rush from their
Bowels?
We dance to the rough tunes
Of desolate death, here in this
Arid homestead. Gently, we shall
Commence the rituals for the
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Game of Power
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.
You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,
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Load shedding in south Africa
by Robert Rittel
When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog.
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill.
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Web of Lies
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
I hope you choke on yr web of lies
Mr. Trump
And yr spider babies will follow
You cause too much hate
That I want to stay inside
And crawl underneath my bed and hide
For my hope is diminishing
As you keep shooting yr mouth
and we are divided
Because of it
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Last Tuesday
by Kara Prince
I have survived 5 active shooter situations.
At work this morning, my pepper spray was confiscated due to heightened security following yet another hospital shooting, but the security guard told me “a pretty student” like me should keep some in my car anyway.
It didn’t do me much good in the Fall of my senior year.
Even my dad told me to pick up some pepper spray on my way home because he’s nervous about the girls' trip I have coming up.
I wanted to tell him it's just a camping trip, but that doesn’t matter. Walmart keeps pepper spray in the back of the store with hunting and fishing equipment.
I got groped on aisle L20.
In other news, I turn 22 next month.
Messages from Witnesses
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Witnesses abound, like hidden treasures under
The earth —and like common vices upon the
Face of the earth, contorted with the hammer-stare
Of frozen shafts of light descending fast on a
Warmless street.
Good and bad are linked with the chain-graft
Of our wobbling times —a stinking, old robe
Turned inside-out.
The smell of stale beer creases the raised brows.
Witnesses grieve ceaselessly.
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In Republica
by Fidelis Peter Olowu
The penetration of the radiant Sun rays
Into my solemn hiding place
Woke me up to receive an official routine
salute from the captain of the Cocks
Lifting up my eyes to Meta's green Chambers ,
I beheld the omen, that Trousers and Skirts
Are at daggers drawn for the race to the top
Only one stool there is at the mountain top,
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Ode To The Sahara
by Fidelis Peter Olowu
From the dry and dusty desert
Thine father did vow to rule to the sea
And such as his greedy eyes would see
He did vow to move to the desert
When you should brighten up your land
Using the glorious sunlight of education
You rather used religious indoctrination
To build monsters to defend your land
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