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Rainbow ButterfliesAll men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!

Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul

All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?

Yet, a lot of th

TrustSometimes it’s better to build bridges then to burn them,
Some might say it’s better to take the respect then to earn it;

Because we learn to be mean,
But not how to lean,
We learn to bust,
But not how to trust;

The system creates justice,
But not how to trust us,
Because we make the right moves,
But we don’t know how to choose;

This is the system that molds us,
The system we use to stand,
But for the few that break through this,
We will make our demand.

Snowy Days and Drunken KidsHere we are- barricaded in the broken down bric-a-brac store,
With gloomy eyes and examples of perfect abrasiveness,
There they all stand- bulging stomachs and bulging pockets,
Heavy from the work load, of another stealing day.
That day-like today- with snowy tendrils and monster, limb-gnawing winds,
With the grotesque kitten-like mewling gurgling sounds,
That often erupt from a stomach, now empty,
It’s contents of underage drinking and toffee cake now on the floor.
And here- its parents, wailing in some corner of the room,
One a beaten, broke woman, spewing acid as she sings,
The other a man, his fists in balls and his bruises shown,
Like medals across his face.
It is days like these, these snowy days,
That I’ve learnt to hate the most.

A Family ReunitedShe stood, looking down, precariously on the ledge with toes gripping the vertical concrete edge.
Long ago, at the word from a doctor, she lost all will to try. All she could will now was to not cry.
She listened to the city that was mostly asleep, then she screamed her secret she could no longer keep.
“Broken liars, all who live without hearts and pain. Greedy, filthy, hurtful bastards, you're all so vain.
You could have saved him in that alley so dark and cold! He was frail and frightened, tired and old.
My father, a kind man, he lived on only hope. To war he lost his family! He lost all, he could not cope.
You spit on him for his

Pequenos Detalles Además de las veces en las que por cansancio después de una larga jornada de ejercicio no podía ver con claridad, nunca tuve buena vista. Supongo que este es el colmo del detallista, tanto resquebrajo, tantas pecas, tantos borrones, tantas cicatrices, tantos defectos que surcaron mi vida sin yo nunca percatarme de ellos. Lo cierto es que nunca tuve buena vista, de lejos nunca pude distinguir entre un 0 y una persona, y de cerca solo veía la esencia de lo que fuese que observase, veía autos pero no veía transportes, veía gente pero no veía personas, veía pinturas pero no veía arte, veía letras pero no veía palabras, veía caras pero no veía rostros. Nunca me afectó, nací con este defecto y bien viví viendo lo que podía ver, no puedo decir que era feliz ya que sentía que me perdía de todo lo que rozaran mis ojos, motivo por el cual un d

BNPBNP

A face in the crowd
Unlike your own
Your mind fills with dread
And you fear a time
When white isn’t right

So at the next election
You vote for the BNP
No more than pseudo Nazi’s
There the only ones that understands you
The only ones who care

They gain your vote by fear
Distortion of imagery
And twisting of truths
They make you believe
Without showing proof

Focussing on insecurities
They prey on the weak
Convincing you it’s all “their” fault
They have taken your jobs
Their the reason your poor

All the fascist propaganda
Spreads throughout the land
Turning neighbour against neighbour
To suit their own ends

One worldOne world, one culture
That is the future
Pushing us together
To make us all the same
United under one flag
All part of the USA

From Beijing to Zagreb
They’ll all drink coke and smile
All languages will fall to one
A coarse American tongue
Soon the day will come
Where Mother no longer understands Son

The subliminal jack boot marches
Expanding the empire
Where many armies have faltered
Ronald enters unhindered
In Moscow’s Red Square
The colonel sells his fare

Globalisation
Wraps us all in one blanket
Smothered by the same ideals
Culture is lost
In the name of convenience
Every city is a clone

Soon we must act
To stop monocult

An Old Way of Doing ThingsA man does not break
Boots laced, he marches on

His smile might turn down
But he won't even break step

When his blood flows forth
He will wrap it away

He doesn't stop to clean it
That's not what the bandage is for

It's to soothe the minds of those
That might feel the pain he won't show

His smile returns
His past is tucked away

Nuclear FutureNuclear Future

News time is here again
I recognise that guy
The one with the smile our beloved PM
The man with the grin concealing the lie

He’s on our screens to show us the way
He’s being honest this time
Or so he does say
Now that he’s dealt with terror and crime
Now saving the Environment is his new crusade

At this news I perk up and wonder
Can he be serious in this plan he does forge
The man who made the Iraq blunder
Is the decision made without a nudge from George?

Alas my hopes for change soon die
His plan to go nuclear is more than just wrong
Again he stands their, Again he lies
He says nuclear technology had real

Worshiping a new GodWorshiping a new God

Cast away your texts and scriptures
Burn the churches and the mosques
The Stock Market is your guide now
The corporations your saviour

Look up; Look up to the scrapers of the sky
Marvel at these bastions of commerce
These Idols of the capitalist dwarf the little guy
The modern priest’s who dwell within play with the fates of men

Teach the children to worship their possessions
The more they have the better
Remove the sense of guilt they feel
Remind them of this mantra
As long as I feel ok the world can go to hell

Need you not the care of another
Nor the shelter of a tree
You can pollute your seas and rivers now
F

All 'isms'אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרת
מצאו שרידים
זרעים של גראס
עד פה הדמיון
אך שאלתו פתוחה
ועוד השאלה חופרת
האם לתת

Luna RojaAnoche tuve un sueño…
Soñé con un mundo maravilloso,
un mundo donde los malvados desaparecieron
un mundo donde solo los honestos prevalecieron
En ese mundo que soñé
todos éramos perfectamente iguales,
viejos y jóvenes, blancos y negros, mujeres y hombres,
al fin todos como una gran familia
En mi sueño que tuve anoche
las armas fueron destruidas,
los ejércitos de todas partes disueltos
y cualquier otra fuerza de orden.
Soñando este mundo veía
a todos con una misma riqueza
subsistiendo del esfuerzo fraternal
y de todos un dadivoso actuar
En mi sueño alucinante
los jueces y abogados, políticos y administradores
inútiles en esta gran nación sin líder
donde todos los Estados habían desaparecido
Soñaba este mundo utópico,
nadie recibía más que otro,
el gozo y la dicha era universal ,
y aún las penurias de uno correspondían a t

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Woman

by ~puddintane, Feb 20, 2013, 7:09:08 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

Weak like the rest of them
Only a girl
Marry her off
Ain't she adorable?
Now go upstairs and let the grown-ups talk

We can be strong, stronger than you
Oh, really?
Maybe I'd rather not let you decide
Adorable is curse when you say it like that
NO!

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