08/01/2021 - Bonus Poem
In the shadow of giants
Ants grow weary
Of perceived oppression
By forces without power
Fed from the teat
Of rage and hatred
Not by mothers
With love everlasting
But by monsters of men
Filled with self-importance
And driven by greed
For that which is beyond them –
Mistaking fear for respect –
Until their violence blinds
And their blood boils
Entering hallowed halls
Where they belong not
Treading boards indelicately
Puppets, every one
Unwittingly used
By soulless masters
To undermine freedoms
They have long given up
When they allowed their mind
To be dissolved by the bleach
Drip fed to them by traitors
Inside their house
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Friday, January 8, 2021
Monday, November 30, 2020
Thanksgiving
26/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I give thanks that I’m not American
Living in the land of the free
Where people are anything but
And there’s seems to be nothing to be done
I give thanks that I’m not American
With their control disguised as religion
Where women are seen as subservient
And men made all the rules
I give thanks that I’m not American
Where guns are more important than people
And militia are not regulated
Nor trained in any way
I give thanks I’m not American
Whose political system is in disarray
And despotic narcissists can win elections
By conning the uneducated
I give thanks I’m not American
But I give thanks for my American friends
Who fight the good fight daily
And will never surrender their rights
I give thanks that I’m not American
Living in the land of the free
Where people are anything but
And there’s seems to be nothing to be done
I give thanks that I’m not American
With their control disguised as religion
Where women are seen as subservient
And men made all the rules
I give thanks that I’m not American
Where guns are more important than people
And militia are not regulated
Nor trained in any way
I give thanks I’m not American
Whose political system is in disarray
And despotic narcissists can win elections
By conning the uneducated
I give thanks I’m not American
But I give thanks for my American friends
Who fight the good fight daily
And will never surrender their rights
Monday, November 23, 2020
The Angry Man
24/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
There’s an angry, angry man
Sitting in a house
He doesn’t even own
And definitely doesn’t deserve
He’s a man who cannot tell
The truth from a bald-faced lie
And will not be corrected
When he undoubtedly gets it wrong
He’s angry at his colleagues
Who play by the rules
Thinking they should have his back
No matter what the cost
He’s angry at his rivals
For their very existence
And what he sees as
Favourable treatment
He’s angry at his predecessor
For getting so much done
Despite the road blocks put in front of him
And the rising racism he faced
He’s angry at those subservient
When they will not tow the line
Making outlandish, spiteful claims
About their ability and integrity
He’s angry at the media
For uncovering the deeds
He’d rather have kept hidden
From the public's prying eyes
He’s angry at other leaders
Who ask him to uphold deals
That go against his bigoted ideals
So he hangs up on them instead
He’s angry at the intelligence agencies
For bringing intelligence to light
Because it reflects poorly on his image
As a man in complete control
He’s angry at comedians
Who so often take the piss
Creating skits of his administration
That are far too close for comfort
He’s angry at the citizens
Who demand he do his job
Because they ask more than he can give
And he hates to be seen as weak
He’s angry at the courts
Who throw out his frivolous suits
Because he has no actual evidence
And even his lawyers know that
He’s angry at democracy
For standing in his way
And not letting him be the supreme leader
That he thinks he deserves to be
But after four long years of anger
His reign of terror is nearly done
Though he’ll fight it every step of the way
Like a toddler throwing a tantrum
And when’s finally evicted
From the house upon the hill
He’ll turn his anger to fear
When he realises he’s on his own
There’s an angry, angry man
Sitting in a house
He doesn’t even own
And definitely doesn’t deserve
He’s a man who cannot tell
The truth from a bald-faced lie
And will not be corrected
When he undoubtedly gets it wrong
He’s angry at his colleagues
Who play by the rules
Thinking they should have his back
No matter what the cost
He’s angry at his rivals
For their very existence
And what he sees as
Favourable treatment
He’s angry at his predecessor
For getting so much done
Despite the road blocks put in front of him
And the rising racism he faced
He’s angry at those subservient
When they will not tow the line
Making outlandish, spiteful claims
About their ability and integrity
He’s angry at the media
For uncovering the deeds
He’d rather have kept hidden
From the public's prying eyes
He’s angry at other leaders
Who ask him to uphold deals
That go against his bigoted ideals
So he hangs up on them instead
He’s angry at the intelligence agencies
For bringing intelligence to light
Because it reflects poorly on his image
As a man in complete control
He’s angry at comedians
Who so often take the piss
Creating skits of his administration
That are far too close for comfort
He’s angry at the citizens
Who demand he do his job
Because they ask more than he can give
And he hates to be seen as weak
He’s angry at the courts
Who throw out his frivolous suits
Because he has no actual evidence
And even his lawyers know that
He’s angry at democracy
For standing in his way
And not letting him be the supreme leader
That he thinks he deserves to be
But after four long years of anger
His reign of terror is nearly done
Though he’ll fight it every step of the way
Like a toddler throwing a tantrum
And when’s finally evicted
From the house upon the hill
He’ll turn his anger to fear
When he realises he’s on his own
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