Poetry Relevant for Today

Vigilant

Kingfisher
Woman
Protestant
Ladies & gentlemen, please post poetry that provides insight for us in our day, and feel free to discuss it.

The Effects Of Two World War Victories in 2021 In Three Stanzas​

They delivered all mankind from the evil foreign Hun
Now Stockholm burns, London bleeds, and Paris is undone
Global Democracy, then defended, by bayonet in Battles like Verdun
Safe havens now for Mosques, and Minarets to reside in the West
And safe for Bankster tribal interests to swallow up the rest

Safe for the elimination of borders in favor of a New World State
Safe for the rise of the nowhere men the Money power will create
To serve as slaves on the grounds of the New World Order estate
So salute the Dough-boys, and G.I. Joes, who kept the world Free
So that their lands could be invaded by third-world refugees

Raise a cheer, and throw ticker-tape on this grand Memorial Day
The Boys of Normandy swarmed the beaches, so their grandsons could be Gay
They fought the Bulge, and Coral Ridge and the West turned Christ away
In favor of a melange hybrid faith suitable for the living damned
Fit for turning all the West into one Global urban London-istan

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Kitty Tantrum

Kingfisher
Woman
Catholic
Presented without comment - or title, for that matter (yet):

"In the dark, there is some light;
in the wrong, there is some right."

That's the LIE the World will try
to tell you.

"You can have everything;
make yourself into anything."

That's the SCAM that Satan shills
to sell you.

When I was a little girl,
they told me I could change the world;
that anything was possible, if only
I would try.

"Be the best that you can be,
then be the change you want to see."

They never thought that I would stop
to wonder why -

Black and White, pawns and kings
all dance on the same puppet strings
and the bishops, castles, knights and queens
must die?

Slated for enslavement,
I was born on checkered pavement -
but when they came to call,
they never knew my name.

And I've been running from the devil
like it's a game.

(Doesn't mean I haven't fallen,
all the same.)

I've been trained like a dog,
to be cooked like a frog
that is boiled degree by degree.
I've given the tokens
The passwords are spoken
The seals are all broken
Now I've got all my eyes open, but I
don't see what they want me to see.
 
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