Liberty Poetry (Almost Kinda Rhymes Itself, Doesn't It?)

[Salvial]

Post your liberty/anti-establishment/political/whatever poetry here! Give feedback to others!

I'll start with this one...

I’ve sat with some of the warmest straight up people.
And tried to mend some tattered souls
I’ve seen ascension and I’ve seen a steep fall
I’ve met a miner with lungs full of coal
That pay for his daughter’s clothes
And keep their stomachs full

When those bankers call you more
Then the friends that you adore
And those capital cockroaches lied again
C’mon man, let’s turn on a light and scatter them,

Am I waiting?
This doesn’t feel like an end.

Yet, in this time, where there is so much pain
There’s so much space
For redemption.
If we just pay attention.
Maybe it’ll all go away
I’ve sat with some of the warmest straight up people.
And tried to mend some tattered souls
I’ve seen ascension and I’ve seen a steep fall
I’ve seen a child sewing bargain bin soles
Tring to pay for his mother’s home
And keep his heartful of gold.

and

Terrorism is dissent
According to a wild card in the West,

Whose wonderful wealth
Withers away
Each passing day
So slowly
In such a way
noone noticed today
So slowly

The gravy train is keepin’ it’s rusty wheels in motion
And the bankers, not your friends, keep getting’ new deals, promotions.
Can I find a free life, somewhere far across the ocean.
Can I find a group to speak out? Put a movement into motion?

From the noise a gentle soul again
Flowers reachin’ through the weeds for somethin’

Now I wallow it’s all o-ver here,
Conspiracies have names,
Conspiracies have names.

I’ll wallow that it’s all o-ver here
Those roaches lied again
Can this one stay contained?

When the bankers call you more than your friends
And your labor seems to have no end.
When you’d kill for a significant moment,
When you’d kill for a real friend.
Is there an end?

[eOs]

Osama Bin Laden. If I ever find you I will rip out your eyesocket and tie your spine around a tree. Fin

[BuddyRey]

Everlasting fight
a daunting aim to achieve
rare, sweet liberty!

[Original_Intent]

The most important thing you learn in school,
is to obey, to play the fool,
Your team's the best, you'll hate all others,
Rise and shout against your brothers.

The conditioning that you're receiving,
Ends with fathers, mothers, grieving.
The team spirit you felt as you watched the cheerleaders,
Becomes false patriotism led by fear leaders.

As faceless men keep track of scores,
on football fields and endless wars,
we need to learn who gets the gain,
from bringing other people pain.

We'd find much in common with the other team,
our teachers all we'd find obscene,
They plant in us the need to hate,
based on boundaries they create.

Male vs. female, young vs. old,
black vs. white, we've all been sold,
a new kind of slavery, the chains they are making
are forged from the rubble of nations breaking.

We outnumber our masters ten thousand to one,
Once the wakening has begun,
Then those who truly we should condemn,
Will hold no power o'er their fellow men.

[UtahApocalypse]

mine....

Lady Liberty
She stands proud and tall
symbol that we will not fall
blue the water in the bay
green her dress that never fades
freedom is what she speaks
a tear she sheds in hope of peace
her soul the nation for which she stands
Lady Liberty so sweet and so very grand.

[April1775]

SINGLE CRACKLING BLUE FLASH
---
All my dreams
And all my schemes
any chance
to use my things,
all the moments with my wife
all the cats I've had in life
gone from me in an instant.

All my family
All my friends
All my data.

The skies will end
in an instant.

All my skills and
All my bills

Autumn trees crackle barren
stunning sunsets
stolen kisses
hits and misses
love and fame and

all my books and all my notes and
all the junk I ever wrote

Doesn't matter, I carry on
I'm too alive not to,
Even after my heart stops beating.

Everything gone in a single crackling blue flash
It's all gone
But I carry on
You'll carry on
We'll carry on.

[April1775]

Salvial - listening to your solo project now. Good stuff.

[AZJoe]

[kcchiefs6465]

Economics in Rhyme: the Illuminating Poetry of Wilford I. King

The Minimum Wage

To make a horse drink
It is foolish to try;
It’s fully as hard
To make customers buy:


So, when prices are raised
By law or decree,
That sales will fall off
Is as sure as can be;


And if minimum wages
By commission are set
Above what the worker
Would naturally get,


Those worth the money
Alone will be hired,
While the lowest-grade labor
Will surely be fired,


And the jobless will sit
And wonder all day
Just what they have gained
From the high legal pay.


https://fee.org/articles/economics-i..._source=zapier

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