Corruption
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A smile is illicit in this city
Where policemen hang their hats
On the beaten bodies of little boys
And bribes
And just not giving a shit about whoever
Whatever
It's not their problem
The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air, an aftertaste with dry cracked lips.
Gritty and hard to chew as you gnaw on your cheek, with a metallic saltiness and kinda sweet.
The man on the corner with nothing to spare.
But who would pause to help him?
Watch as people stride past,
They do not dare look him in the eyes.
The driver died, the news was seen nationwide
Many questions glided across the shores to the master's bedside
In a foreign haven he occupied for his ailment to subside
Long have l been away in hibernation, retreating in my closet and regurgitating on the antics of the political waywardness of a country sinking in the ocean, rudderless, careless and order less.
Now I’m JUST Planting Seeds Through Verse And Poetry...
That I Now Use To Speak On Yes... REALITY... !!!
So Of Course My Verse Deals With DIFFERENT Beliefs...
Like JUSTICE, PEACE And EQUALITY... !!!!!
My DEFIANCE of Compliance Is A Poetic Science... !!!
So REJECTS TYRANTS Who Seem To Be Reliant...
On Embracing VIOLENCE Instead of Environments...
Where PEACE And SILENCE Deal In KINDNESS... !!!
Now When It Comes To What People DESERVE...
There Are LOTS of Words That Should Be OBSERVED... !!!
Because MANY Are Called But Are Part of The HERDS...
Whose Lives Are Reserved To Get Their Just Deserts... !!!
Well It’s Clear That We’re Letting...
A WHOLE LOAD of CRETINS... !!!
Nobody thought the man could win,
that King of Broken Things,
but he showed his vulgar mind
and gave our demons darker wings.
America knew this man was evil
just not to which degree,
To know thyself
is to self destruct
out of luck
Crying out in newborn desperation
People watch in fascination
Called to discrimination
Ears filled with litigation
One nation
The cancer of my brain
Makes the world insane
Who am I to blame?
For the lame
Calamity that consumes this sphere
of biodiversity
A world of adversity
People grow in masses
George Lammings' Definition Inspired THIS INSCRIPTION ...
Which Delves Into Descriptions of SLIME Within Our Vision ... !!!
The American Dream
A run in fear
The sprint to safety
A jog for a dream
A race with death
So What Does It Mean To Be .... " Corrupt " .... ?!?
Well These Days It Would Seem ...
A Good Place To Start Is Within GOVERNMENT ... !!!
Well CLEARLY Ruth Kelly ....
Something's ... A Bit SMELLY ... !!!
Employment For PERVERTED Sorts ... !?!
Now Then Dear Ruth What Is The TRUTH ... ?!?
It's Time For Scores ... Say CERTAIN LORDS ... !!!
To Become English Citizens It's Been ... " Alleged " ...
Some Women Are Willing To ... S P R E A D Their Legs ... !!!
I Guess You Really Can't Blame Them ... !?!
" Lunar House " ... Down There In Croydon ...
So Many CLAIM They Want To HELP ... !!!
But Seem To Me To ... " Help THEMSELVES " ... !?!
From Charities To Families ...
Who Help Long After ................... " TRAGEDIES " ..... !!!!!
Well Well Well.....
What Can You Smell ... ???
ME I Smell A Crock of LIES ... !!!
From TOP LEVEL Policing Guys ......
(Pt. III) ... After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is the 3rd part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
He wants the one whose Whistle blew,To lynch him and to beat him blue. The donald never stops to think,He neither reads & has no Clue. His Fall will come and Soon and Swift. We will soon have a Seismic Shift.The donald then, will be exposed,He
The sky was shining blue above,
all the people one in love,
it was almost as if they never heard of
SELF
Image credit: Bad Panda | by Balazs Solti..China charges 1 million annuallyFor each panda in our zoosIf we won't pay in full
Kindergarten kids don't understand
corruption. They don't form secret
plots. The worst they do is
gloating about themselves to every other kid
at random, telling prideful stories. Some want to
Our world is filled with too much violence, corruption, greed and injustice. It's why I versed it,Earth Battlefields. We been neglected,and abused in many forms. For too many years. What ignorance refused to understand.
The sun
Set on the King,
His crown gleaming as he,
Shrieked with hatred
That the sun was commanding the attention
Of the world.
Whispers sit wistfully in the shadow,
The silence as sublime as the outflow,
Of darkness and danger from not long ago,
Every voice vocalizes with no audio,
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals. So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
Bad news bends me down
Like snow icing a birch tree
How much more can I take before I break?
Splintered into a thousand shards-
I can't melt my heart anymore
We live in a world so corrupt, evil, and gross
That countries can't help themselves, let alone the ones that need it most
Such darkness there
You find yourself in solitude
Who are you to disrespect your mother?
And be so impolite and rude
Your demeanor must change
If you are going to get somewhere in life
Steady growth in ignorance brings forth naive hardship
Constantly educating the United States with misleading information
Such an abundance of corruption, camouflaging the harshness
Seed of Time.
Stem of innocence.
Song and rhyme
come to be.
Then sliver the branches
of vice and temptation.
Corruption and combat bloom.
The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.
Dear Eskinder Nega,
Before today your name held no meaning
I did not think of you for I was still naive
I foolishly assumed that I had such great wisdom
But Eskinder, that I can no longer believe
If being a "liberal"
Means that I can plainly see what's wrong with the world
Then I'm a liberal
If being "evil"
Means that I believe women have the right to choose
Then I'm nefarious
The Black (pt. 3)
In the farthest field there is a deep pit
A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches
Of sweeping grass element
Which now and again bubbles and
Blossoms
The world is at its true point…BeautifulNo more, for the world now seems ever so TwistedWe now know what’s to comeBecauseThe media even says the same thingSo it must be true
I walked below
The neon lights.
Dark sky flashed
against the green of slavery.
I puffed a cigar
My jeans have holes
My shoes are split like pistachios
With my black socks
I'm Into beats
That start up is sweet
So I'm ready to leap
Not to compete
That's for survival
That's not a lie though
You know you gotta show
How flows can leave your foes froze
When will I see
Fruitions of being happy
What happened to respect exactly
What's intact is that I watch my back
Wondering when one close
Decides to hide inside
The lies of emotional ties
Isn’t it funny how everyone walks around with fake smiles on their faces?;
Fake ears to listen to others’ fake cases;
They made up in hopes that someone could possibly care;
Dear America,
You call yourself great,
but you’re built on ignorance and hate.
Your flag colors are red, white, and blue,
but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
I see no point
In going through this maze.
It is filled to the brim with traps,
cloaked in a dulcet haze.
Must I play a part in this senselessness?
This deceit that plagues us all?
In the home of the brave and the land of the free
Greed
Corruption
Lies
Are what we do not see
We fight wars because "freedom is not free"
Money
Power
Oil
Black Birds
Black birds, black birds
fly in the sky.
Oh black birds, black birds
why aren’t your words being heard.
It funny how the CPD claims that every new hiring is a step closer to securityBut they’re not even securing us.Betty can look outside her suburban windows and see white snow on asphalt
What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days.
Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
My thoughts are too loud to
not let out,
But I don't
know what to
write about,
the rhymes spout
but they all sound the same,
they fall from
the clouds where
my soul hides,
Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think
The American Dream may be corrupted
Not what it used to be
When we once dreamt of being free
For some in America
In the land of the free
In the home of the brave,
We are no longer
The ones who save.
When our flags burn
America the Great? More like America's a fraud,
Stealing from the poor, trying to keep up their facade,
Polishing their shoes with the sweat of hard workers,
Blaming us for their troubles when they're the real shirkers,
You know what you're doing
You know what you've done
Please here my plea
I can't possibly be the only one
Our country has lied
Our men have died
Yet we hear nothing
Except what they say
God Bless America!
Where the grand homes spit on the peasent who make the ground they walk on
God Bless America!
Where black infestation is eliminated by the wonderful cops who are suppose to be protection
Oh America, I love to call you mine.
If I had the courage I would fight for this land.
I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land.
For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.
Why do they hate us?
They sit upon their skyscrapers
With eyes malicious and green with lust.
They feast like kings and hiss like serpents,
Come Princess,
Claim your crown of lies.
Take your throne of poison,
Lay in your bed of snakes.
Come Princess,
Claim your Kingdom of falsehoods,
Wear the gown of power,
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption.
My story is an introduction to society’s disruption.
My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,
This is the shit I wait for,
Obey and work for,
The law is all torn
Shredded but still worn
Corrupt and we're all poor
The richest are no more
Land of equity
And philosophy
Given to me
Beautified by mountains, lakes and wildlife,
Africa is innocent in alluring sunrises and sunsets.
She is that child born beautiful and strong,
Loveable in majestic dances and laughter,
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
Help!
I did it again.
I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain.
I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!”
“Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
I had a strange dream last night,
I was a cop in a lengthy firefight
I was scared and the long awaited back up was just not coming
Bang! Bang! The shots rang!
And all my mind kept shouting was “run Charles run!”
I say a prayer for the departing warrior,
Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines,
To fight a war he doesn’t understand,
To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
Something about the thunder crack,
Something about the bloodred dawn,
The withins of the color black,
The early morning sun is already gone.
We have an imagination so creative and unique,
Can't you hear me,
give me achance,
hear my screaming,
I'm begging you now.
When did this happen?
It happened so fast,
one night you're winning,
the next one you're smashed.
A heart can be corrupted,
Suffocating under the malicious hand of darkness,
Its armor chipped away piece by piece
By the thoughts that torment our souls,
To be scared is to be alive.
It is the thing that stops us,
Prevents us from harming ourselves.
It’s why we don’t jump out of windows,
Why we don’t stab our eyes,
Why we leave spiders alone.
We did it! Lo Logramos! by Christian Betancourt
In the midst of being misled by corrupted crooks
We rose above and gathered in peace
Worthless.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Fat.
Words I see portrayed every time I step in front of a mirror.
I say to myself, "Lose weight and he will like you"
Blood drips from murderous assaults
Onto the rich soil of the earth
Its crimson essence cries to all
That Life will no longer give birth
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real.
WE
We are known for being ignorant, and dirty,
Known for being weak, and unworthy
Known for being corrupted and inconsiderate.
and we know
1. All hail the glorious leader
He who guides the world with his hand
He is the way, the truth, the light
And in his hands are keys holy
Hail to the almighty of men
Hail to the everlasting chief
If pride is a sin.
And a sin is pride.
Then why is it?
That people often don’t have a reason…
To take pride in pride.
To take sin in sin.
And to combine the two?
Together they make.
The common place routine fornicates
foul truths of the mundane.
We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Scared screams fill the streets,
As they watch their city torn,
From the roots of the trees,
To the fields of corn.
Their small homes fall,
And burn to the ground,
With flames so tall,
Your eyes Benjamin, why do they droop?
Why new quarter, do you feel like plastic?
Why, paper dollar, are you so thin? What makes you valuable?
Money.
We kill trees for corporate needs.
Can I escape?
What would I like to write about
The profane
My love
Shall I write about what I'm happy about
Or something else
How about my machete injury
Sometimes I run wayside down a trickling sky.
Like a fool with no bearing,
I’m swallowed by the passing time.
I don’t know what we are doing.
I think we’re waiting…for something.
Like a spiral,
its a world hidden behind
the appearance of intertwind
shinanigans and crime
i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme
see its not just fun and games
to get their names
The Revolution Will not be Televised.
Hope will not be energized
The mask covered his imperfections.
The mask hid his hatred with a smile.
The mask hid his corruption by showing him as just a city worker.
The mask hid his evil tongue by showing him as a good man.
Oppression...
Suffering, Corruption
Reaping, Gaining, Destroying.
Shameful, Abominable.
Authority, Truth.
Justice...
Have you ever,
Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work.
Taken a step back,
For the appreciation of the piers.
For a wider look on the world,
A look that digs underneath false notifications.
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure
the vices that mold our souls into monsters,
or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead
when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
There is but a tapestry
Woven over the years
Laced with the delicate lives
Of all those who lived before me
I am but a single thread
Spinning endlessly until
My end, just a piece
Hush little baby close your eyes,
Hide from the world of darkness and lies.
Hide from the fear that plagues your day,
Hide from the world that shuts you away.
What will I tell my children
15 years from now?
My brave 8 year old boy and his sweet 5 year old sister?
"Why mommy, is daddy away all the time?" They ask:
"Because he is catching the bad guys"
There is change great and small,
At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all.
So many things that go on
That could fill a hundred songs,
Never get to see the day of light
There once was a sheriff, corrupt in his heart for what he did he knew it was wrong.
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
My pockets have been picked
But why mine?
They are nearly empty
The paper goes as it comes in
There must be a hole in there
Who would do such a thing?
It's sad in our day and age
we have carelessly turned the page
on the beautiful book which is our history
Dream of a world in which the seas do not shove,And in which the tide never declines offers,And where the clouds are more reliable.Dream of where the grass can be whatever color you please,
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
A man walks down a white road.
He sees a child fallen on the street corner.
He tries to assist, she's too afraid- of what?
He sees a man with a sign
- black with white letters-
"in need"- of what?
Despite being gallantYou are so flippantNow you have crumbledUnder the weight of your own bundleWhich is filled with avariceAnd governed by men of malice
The Crown
The bearer of the crown is not the same as the wearer
Perhaps sometimes they can be the same, if the wearer is
I asked myself, what the FUCK is education? A nine letter noun that involves complete concentration... I ended up searching the actual definition, the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction.
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
In the beginning
this land was calm and peacful.
Harmoniously
it co-existed
with the world surrounding it.
Neighboring lands though,
tainted by evil,
began invading our own;
I once did wield
a sword of light
and a crested shield,
these I carried into fight
society's worst nightmare.
I gained, after long, the upper hand
a simple trade it were,
Each word clung
to paper thin pages with some particular tenacity
the teachers teeth
cut against soft palpable ears
The floors knew these lessons
had heard more words
could tell them more
I imagine myself cultivated in the mind of blind guru
Where color doesn't matter, where I can seek the truth
The hair of the free Shall abscond in fear of bondage. The brow of the worry-freeShall furrow in apprehensiveness. The eyes of the candid Shall avert in deception. The souls of the blushing
I was born into a world in which I don’t understand,
A metaphysical dilemma portrayed as wonderland.
Consistently told what to do,
But we call this the “land of the free”.
If these shackles weren’t holding us,
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
Earth Where injustice and immorality are the norm Where bloodshed and betrayal occur daily Where the few dominate over the many Where war has become reality and generations are raised in conflict
People in this world are so damn corrupt,
Tossing and turning, flipping and flopping.
Isn't there a price to pay for losing our humanity?
My hope, my faith, my wish,
Is it too much to ask that we just be kind?
Everything can be handled to ones desire
We are given dominion over all that lies in front of us and that remains in us
Somehow some see most things as corrupt or tainted
what were those things before they were mishandled?
Feeling terrible
Melt your ashes on my tongue
Tasting them like nothing
I walk to walk, stiff joints crack,
Bone-tip
The time that knows no bounds
Knows them indeed.
wake up one day take a look in the mirror
i have something to say my message must be clearer
i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic,
theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
The world is SPINNING OUT
I have no utter doubt
That history repeats itself
And its happening now.
Do you think for a moment
That this would not happen?
Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories
I don't solve the worlds mysteries
And I am not their story keeper
I am no mans scribe.
That is not my life.
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You can’t watch, follow, or listen to that
Those politics full of evil whether you’re Republican or a Democrat
Don’t listen to those unholy people, they are no good
Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun.
How could you not understand?
How badly the rich has the upper-hand
When everybody is chasing the dollar
They will always have us under their collar
And under their commands we holler
America is the land of Paul Bunyan and John Henry.
Where politicians don't drink, lie, or cheat;
They have such high moral virtue.
They fight for truth, freedom,
And pursuit of happiness.
The ground beneath my already unstable legs is roaring with an ominous vibration.
The uneasy earth is foretelling the fall of the sky.
You called me beloved
Yet you were so irrational
Mama you can’t handle it
Them dogs who be so watchful
Mama why you give yourself up so easily?
Can’t you see you getting played
So abruptly
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential.
And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain.
There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
Cold metal is no longer terror,
‘Till cold metal becomes warm,
Cold metal is her weakness,
Yet a friend that always warns.
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
The World ending in Fire,
or perhaps in Ice,
Possibly Darkness,
Maybe Light.
The Fires of Passion.
Glaciers of Hatred.
The Fear of Darkness.
Light of Acceptance.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven
As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase
On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth
Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.
One brain for admission
Two to commence the submission
Three for a laugh track
Four the media is out of whack
Bashing is on my resume
You want my soul, how much will you pay
The infinite death.
The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea.
The price of the Earth is pride.
Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing.
The soul is green.
The Earth was once true and sweet.
Selfish desires
Thrive in our society.
Lurking in every human mind
Slowly
Slowly
Tearing all compassion away.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left.
To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why.
Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
Bang, bang.
No sleeping tonight.
The Sand Man won't come,
No child will dream.
Blasphemy on sight.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried.
"He's been killed," they said, "execution style."
She'd just found out her first-born son had died,
Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
what do you do when life is hard
and you have nothing left to give
it just keeps hurting
cause you know you hate to live
what do you do when you dont know what you live for
because everythings the same
I am a story with no ending.
I wonder why you did what you did.
I hear to many lies.
I want it all to stop.
I am a story with no ending.
My mother and father gave me birth,
they said I had extreme worth.
No brothers or sisters; no family or friends.
This is where my story begins.
I wish my phone would ring
I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams
my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time
I can't escape it I'm
waiting
and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves
the people who grieve
Is it worth it to have
a weapon that leaves people so sad?
We need them to hunt
we need them to survive
but some people just have them
The world is on fire
Amongst all the lies
should we give into desire?
For what do they yearn
leaders so greedy
can they not see us burn?
Lily sighed and Lily cried, when she heard that her father died.
Lily prayed and Lily swayed that he was still alive.
Lily’s rage and Lily’s cage began to grow and expand.
Welcome to this place
Where judgment is our game
We'll chew you up and spit you out
You'll never be the same.
Cast out from the world,
You wander through a dark forest.
The cold wind snaps and bites at your cheeks,
While your tears fuel the icy fire.
The bright white snow is the only thing that gives you light.
He haunts me.
Like a ghost, my husband haunts me.
The red-tailed hawks that cry out over head
taunt me mercilessly.
That was his favorite bird of prey.
Cardinals that whistle and sing as the day wakes up
The weight of the world is on your shoulders;
The way to success is your path.
You don't want to be a dissapointment,
For the tears of the victims would be your bath.
You shout for the people to hear you,
My Life, my one true love,
The one thing that makes me happy to wake up to every morning.
My uncontrollable consistency, the one thing I want to commit too.
I love you Life. I promise not to fight, push or shove.
we are living proof,, so here it goes, the living truth, said uncoated without any cuth. I remember looking out the window staring through bars watching , but the window was to blurry to see the stars.
Falling from the sky
As if to watch the clockwork
of every person shuffling by
to understand our differences
and always know our consequences
but there is one thing we haven't learned:
It's everywhere
All around us in the broad open
Yet the blind can't see
What's under their nose
Fallout
Listen to the children cry
As you watch their mothers die
Empires fall before their eyes
Led by a power who all despise
