THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY
I saw their soothing smiles-
Very near they are in far miles.
They promised us promises
But we can’t near their premises.
Our heads are washed of their lies-
For we have bought their true lies.
I am not nominated by my evils
I am not coronated by daredevils
For God has blessed my struggles
His blessings fall on my miracles.
My words are not deceitful,
My words are beautiful.
They are the leaders with cunning words.
They fed us with lies, not just once.
Gunless hunters that kill lion
Even those that run to Mount zion.
The eat the fat of the land
And left us a yellow fallow land.
©JAMZY DE LORD®
Victims of injustice
But judges that fight for justice.
Their weeping passion is ironic
Their pious smiles are demonic.
Feeding the state with chaff
And grain for them and staff.
They bumped off our dreams,
Seized our souls and silent screams.
They poured their plights on our clothes
And sealed our poor mouths with worthy notes.
We are shuddering in their chains
For they didn’t give the notes but pains.
They are the looters, the greedy
While here we suffer, the needy.
With their head and feet abroad
Their anus excretes fume here aboard
They pledge to to defend our dignity
But they depict criminality with Dexterity.
How do you plead?
“Not guilty” I plead.
The defense rests;
“I find you guilty.”
Time— ten & twenty.
My mouth Defenceless
I stand before you; helpless
Life in faith as Life
I will survive
I’m the Accused
For to lie I refused.
I’m an innocent criminal but condemned,
Found guilty and blamed,
For shedding the blood of poetry,
While searching for her mystery,
This is my fate,
Will justice still help lest it’s late?
©THE GREAT POET®
Was I supposed to laugh
When you said you wanted to change?
Wasn’t what I said enough?
You made crime
To sound so sublime.
Wailing won’t abandon the pain…
©THE GIVEN HEART®
They are who we say they are
Working for the ones sitting afar
On high sit , grilling peace through
The ones, who know what’s true.
With known truth; still chose to do
What will be good for them too.
In wellsprings of their flattery
They drowned our souls in jittery
These innocent criminals shed smiles of misery
And suit themselves in vows of proprietary
Rich-dom is our vision of a failed memory
Living this life is slavery
On that very day of election,
Was when we reelected corruption,
they dished and served us promising lies,
now pains flow in our bellies.
I hail you; my honorable minister of robbers,
For tormenting the rich paupers
I said I am not guilty,
But the accuser makes me look filthy,
It was all nothing but a lie,
That was framed to see me die,
Now I need you to believe in me,
More than what their mere eyes can see.
The Didactic Writer
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