Political Poetry

[Havet]

Why can't you see?
We just want to be free
To have our homes an families
And live our lives as we please

Dana Rohrabacher, West Coast libertarian troubadour

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A saint said "Let the perfect city rise.
Here needs no long debate on subtleties,
Means, end,
Let us intend
That all be clothed and fed; while one
remains
Hungry our quareling but mocks his pains.
So all will labor to the good
In one phalanx of brotherhood."

A man cried out "I know the truth, I, I,
Perfect and whole. He who denies
My vision is a madman or a fool
Or seeks some base advantage in his lies.
All people's are a tool that fits my hand
Cutting you each and all
Into my plan."

They were one man.
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Paranoia

This man I never saw before
At 3.A.M. breaks down the door
To tell me my aspirin is LSD
"It says right there on the bottle,
Acetylsalicylic Acid."
I tell you doctor, honestly,
It seems like someone's after me.

I don't think fighting is what I'm made for
But this lottery ticket I never paid for
Sold by a pusher known as Sam
Has won me a ticket to Vietnam,
A twelve months, expenses paid, tropical
vacation
With a funeral, free, from a grateful nation.
But the doctor says I need therapy
For thinking someone is after me.

And then there are things I just can't ignore
Like the little man in our bedroom door
Says we'll be in jail by the end of the night
Unless we turn over and do it right.

Doctor, Doctor, come and see
There's really someone after me.

Then he asks, as he rips off the sheet,
For our marriage license and our tax receipt;
Says "you need a license to shoot a duck
How come you think that its free too..."
Who so blind as will not see;
The state, the state, is after me.

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In Washington there isn't any plan
With "feeding David" on page sixty-four;
It must be accidental that the milk man
Leaves a bottle at my door-

It must be accidental that the butcher
Has carcasses arriving at his shop
The very place where, when I need some
meat
I accidentally shop.

My life is chaos turned miraculous;
I speak a word and people understand
Although it must be gibberish since words
Are not produced by governmental plan.

Now land and order, on the other hand
The state provides us for the public good;
That's why there's instant justice on demand
And safety in every neighborhood.

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So share any interesting political poetry you've come across!

[Rosa Provokateur]

I'm gonna knock it down
Any way that I can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
I don't want to have to use my hands

It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall

You built that wall up around you
And now you can't see out
And you can't hear my words
No matter how loud I shout

It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall

You're safe inside and you know it
'Cause I can't get to you
And you know I resent it
And my temper grows

You better reinforce those walls
Until you don't have no room to stand
'Cause someday the bricks are gonna fall
Someday I'm gonna use my hands
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Screaming at a Wall / Minor Threat

[danyboy27]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAXoZWYIA2M

[Robert]

BAD DREAM

Placards painted, bullhorns blaring
The rebels come a-grumbling
Prices freeze while wages rise,
My profits go a-tumbling!

I go to greet them on my lawn
Before they wreck my roses
I smile and stall, while cops are called
To bring their dogs and hoses.

No need to shout, lets talk about
Mao Castro and Kim Jong
Let’s feast on goose–what’s with the noose?
Those cops should come ‘ere long.

Time will tell if all ends well
Or cappies go a-swinging
This poem is done, to have some fun
How come nobody’s giggling?

-Robert

[Bud Struggle]

'Twas the night before Mayday and all through the town

The Bourgeoise was planning to tear the unions down

They had scabs planted in the unions with care,

Thinking the Socialist would be caught unaware;

While most union members were safe in their beds,

With visions of honest pay dancing in their heads;

But the Bourgeise were planning to destroy their dreams,

With their evil plotting and dastardly schemes,

When out on the factory there arose such a clatter,

The night watchmen arose to see what was the matter.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear

Came the chubby shape of a bearded man

With the Communist Manifesto clutched in his hand,

The factory owners bellowed, the factory owners barked

I knew in a flash it must be Karl Marx,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called his friends by name;

"Now, Stalin! now, Trotsky! now, Lenin and Kim!

On, Che! on Fidel! on, Chavez and Ho Che Min!

To the top of the factory! to the top of the wall!

Now crush these Factory owners each one and all!"

And the cry of the Proletariat grew up like a storm,

And brought in Communism on that Mayday Morn,

They fought with their blood they fought with their tools

Each remembering their lives of hovels and gruel.

And promised a new day was going to dawn

When the master and factory owners soon would be gone,

Karl Marx raised his fist with a bloody hammer

And I heard him exclaim, with a German stammer,

"Each according to his ability,
Each according to his needs."

[RGacky3]

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Suck my balls, douche bag.

(a poem I wrote based on the historical struggle between the man of the flesh and the man of the soul, try and read inbetween the lines)

[Havet]

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Suck my balls, douche bag.

(a poem I wrote based on the historical struggle between the man of the flesh and the man of the soul, try and read inbetween the lines)

lol

is this particular poem aimed at someone specific?

[Robert]

Suck my balls, douche bag.

Gack, I just know you can do better than that.

[New Tet]

Now I understand why you guys are restricted and I think it's unfair!

No one, absolutely no one should be restricted or banned for composing awful poetry!

Shooting would be more merciful...

[Havet]

LAXoZWYIA2M

Awesome song

"Best...You've got to be the best...You've got to change the world, and use this chance, to be heaaaaaaaaaaaard"

lol

[Jazzratt]

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