Do you dream?
Of the memes
Orwell’s Group Think themes?
That you find?
Is this why?
It is better to use them
Than thoughts and ideas
From your own mind?
Or is it a design
To go viral
By the Divine
Memes
Wolf-Man
On a cool winter night
The Full Moon shines bright
Beware the old gypsy’s tale
Of which only a silver bullet
Can prevail
In the dusk
A troubled man
But in the moonlit night
What a frightful sight!
The terrible transformation began!
Why the scowl?
And loud maniacal howl?
By God!
A Wolf-Man!
Beset to blood lust prowl
Appalled at Medicare For All
Oh! Can you hear the Roar from Howville!
How will you pay for it?
Flinched the Democratic Government Grinch
Aghast the Republican iconoclast
Isn’t this Socialist?
Liar!
Shouted the Progressive Host with the Mostest
What do you mean Corporate Advertisement Meme?
With the underlying fascist theme!
The same as we account for The War on Others shore?
Bibi against the Palestinian grandeur
That has so wonderfully transformed
The economic life
Of the American Middle Class and Poor?
The Poet
The persevering poet
Creates from pure thought
Distills emotions into feelings
Long-sought
Provokes positive/ pessimistic reaction to lessons
Prior taught
Challenges the lies the general public oft bought
Content in the sublime knowledge
All fame and fortune
Whilst one is still breathing
Is all for naught
Resolute that his/ her conviction
Willed forward intuitively must wrought
The most delightfully exuberant future for Mankind
Proxy of the One
Once the writings have begun
Set sail free!
To the creative seas
Poems brought forth as Mother Nature’s honey
To the searching probing bee
Relief!
To the qualitative indistinct
Competitive nature of the working class life
Strife!
Filled with socially injurious turmoil and economic fraught!
Acknowledgement typically arrives for the toiling poet
As she/ he resides in an inconspicuous casket
As an ancient artistic after-thought
Moved To Action
Brothers and Sisters, if it was not for people like you unafraid to be moved to ACTION not just mere thought or internal prayers, NO SOCIAL CHANGES would have ever happened to right the wrongs of injustice that have always been a part of our history, although it is not taught in schools.
The mere idea , for example, that black people were somehow freed from bondage through prayer is a slap in the face to all of those bloodied, whipped and killed who urgently HOPED AND PRAYED daily for RELIEF and a capitulation to their and their babies subjugation to the pernicious economic political and social policy.
Blood and Moral indignation followed up with courageous action IS THE ONLY THING that literally changed that cruel system and it still took many, many years.
Anyone who professes this fact of history to be false, practices the worst kind
of moral cowardice, cloaked in prayerful “magical thinking,” that precludes
them from performing any material acts proving their zealotry to past social leaders like
Jesus of Nazareth, Joan of Arc, Harriet Tubman, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Jones, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X and John Brown.
Raising doubt as to their spirituality being nothing more than a mere canard.
Floating on the wings of fantasy.
Hard work, prayer, and positive thinking have their place.
Just not as government policy.
Yet none of them trump empathy.
Trump empathy is what it shall be
The Appeal To Safety’s plea
Unless we are moved to action
Groundhog Day
A groundbreaking weather struggle
Has evolved today
Over the length of this years chill
Early Spring!
Said Staten Island Chuck
Forecasting through the muck
Whilst he was disparaged as a quack
“Winter still has the track!”
By Puxstawney Phil
Whichever rodents predictions
Fits you best
It might be time to second-guess
Whether Puxstawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck
Need to take a new meteorologist test!
Life Under The Sun
The old ways are dying
As a tree fades gently into the night
Nevermore for its leaves to shine bright
A new dawn is arising
The harbingers of the past
Keep clawing
Yet they will not cease
To feel the weight of the world
Fall into its destiny
Voila!
A new day has begun!
The new creative sojourn before
The final journey from the physic to the quantum infinitum
Nahasdzáán
Where the working class
Can relax
Create
Meditate on an ever improving society
And enjoy
Life!
Under the sun
Forrest Trump
Life is like a concrete border wall
Standing alone
Against the Winds of Time
Paying not a hint of attention
To the squall
Nor the federal workers call
For pay checks
The only thing that matters
Is thine Celebrity
And political status
The symbolism of the Superior Structure
Practically shouts to all
Bring not your poor
Destitute
Freedom searching souls
Unto my shore
Our hearts are as hard as steel
And concrete joined
Empathy toucheth me not at all
I Am Your Noble Ruler!
Ruling via tweet
Democracy beseeched!
My decrees reach
The cities and hinterlands
Sent out fort-with
Authoritatively!
From my Golden Stall
The Invisible Hand Out-of-Hand
Any Investor worth his salt could have told you the Bull was high
The top of the mountain reached
Then comes The Bubble
The Bear Market nigh
The Apprentice President was assumed to have such astounding Business Acumen
Propped Up
By the Working Class!
We have our Billionaire Celebrity to run The Show!
Somebody cue up Etta James
At Last!
Alas – When will we ever learn that a sound economy
Is not built on Financial Flash
Simple Supply and Demand
What can be bought at the store and picked up from the worker’s hand?
Giving gi-normous tax breaks to billionaires and corporations
Only widens The Bubble
Unemployed workers have nary a concern
For the seeings of the Hubble
Creating far more Space and Time
For the Stock Market to unwind
For the crashing economy!
To land
Creating once again hardship
For those who must survive
On the toiler’s grind
Why do you surmise the CEO’s
Put the majority of the money into their own stocks to climb?
Their multi-billion dollar bonuses
Regardless of the market’s gyrating maneuvers
Arrive every year
Right on time!
The “naturally” benevolent Invisible Hand
Has workers and the poor paying once again
Robbed blind
No bailouts
Free Market sharks for the Oligarchs
Out-of-hand
Santa’s Elves
Did you know?
A long long time ago
There was born
In the North Pole snow
A baby elve
Her red-cheeked face
All aglow
Little did she know?
Her tiny Momma
Had perished
In the Arctic cold
Santa Claus smiled at his newborn child
Despite losing his was-to-be elven wife
He could not bring himself to imagine the business strife
Her tiny baby’s eyes
And his entwined
Taking his mind
But for a moment
Off of the momentous morbid woe
From the depths of his consumer-driven jolly heart
His tears signaled a resigned goodbye
Amid a fresh newly charted start
Knowing the path must yet go forward
For him and his wife’s wonderful gift
Of a healthy and vibrant daughter
Mr. Claus managing a smile
Burst forth a tenderly sympathetic
Yet lovingly empathetic
Ho Ho!
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