Showing posts with label Political. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Political. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 August 2018

Accepting Reality (August 23, 2018)

You demand
I surrender
To your Truth.


Regardless
Diametrically opposing
Personal/political values.


Branded
Antithetical heretic
Condemned sinner.


Sight-dogmatically blinded
Eyes-Heavens above
Walking-feet affixed
Mortal plane.


What if
You're wrong
In male-centric
Orientated world?


Male enforce
Nigh death-then life
Forgotten life's passion.


Rejecting change
Slipping reality grasp
Corruption institutized.


Paradigm shift
Only solution.


Therisa © 2018

Author’s note: This is my 3000th written poem. Written for Poets United’s midweek motif writing prompt: what if....

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Donald Trump (January 2, 2016)

Bill Day, December 15, 2015



The world is
Unfolding
Around me.

It feels like
I'm watching
An old Movietone Newsreel
From the 1930s. 

Instead of
Being shown
In black and white.

It's broadcasted
In Technicolor
On a cable news network.

As if
The world is
Experiencing
A bizarre case
Of deja vu.

With Las Vegas, Nevada
And Richmond, Virginia
Taking the place
Of Nuremberg, Germany
And Rome, Italy.

Even though
Today's date is
December 15, 2015.

In replacing
Jewish people
With Muslims
As the scapegoat
For America's problems.

As the level
Of vitriol and hatred
Is being spewed
By this crass billionaire.

Playing upon
The nation's xenophobia
And want of isolation.

Believing
That distance
And closed borders
Can protect them
From extremists.

Never realizing
This rhetoric is
Providing recruiting material
For the fanatic
On both sides.

Only thing missing is
The sound of jackboots
Marching down
The streets.

As the people stand
With stiff arm salutes
Chanting:
 
"Sieg Heil".


Therisa © 2016


Author Notes: Sigh. This poem took longer to write, than I care for, but I could find the right headspace needed for it. Especially, given the recent events, in Europe and North America. I do hope, the American voter realizes, the fear that Trump poses to global peace, with political stance. I say this, as a child of an immigrant, who came to Canada, in 1952, as a teenager, barely speaking any English.

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