Browsing Sociopolitical on deviantART

[x]

You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

Your legacy lives on, hope was born tJackie!3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Zugang zu den freien GedankenDemokratie verschleiert
verfälschte Gesetze
verwaltet von Privatfirmen
beschnittene Rechte
die Ausgestoßene kontrollieren

Demokratie lebt von fiktiven Filmen
- grafisch bearbeitete Plenarsäle
vorgetäuschter Anwesenheit
verführt durch Zauberreden
inszenierter Freiheit

Demokratie der Politfamilien
im Postenschacher der Hinterzieher
der Arbeit-MACHT-frei
Geschäftsbereiche mit Anstalten
Nutzlose zu Tode zu verwalten

Demokratisches Entsorgungssystem
Utensil abhängiger Schulden
Freibrief der Vollstrecker und Jagdhunden
im 1 EURO Sklaven-
Haltungsproblem

Demokratie der ökonomischen Waffe
Bankräuber die Staaten schröpfen
Hierarchie der elitäreZugang zu den freien Gedanken1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Comments Disabled

amends We still oweguilt not gilded
flown over - enfolded
plain still
unfairly the fight

at cold frosty dawn
slow-softly it came
came heedless
to darkly alight

our war torn mid-West
in tee-pees intense
we murdered them
wrongly - left right

reserved and forsaken
twelve steps seldom taken
brave dignity
bottled in blight

too much after money
we've never done sorry
weak heart-ed
diverted our freight

freedom misguided
fault undecided
lip serving
too easy - too late

llp - dA - may2013amends We still owe4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

revolutionsrestore our iron roots
lose soul in revolts
never tire;
rise, run
no rest over nervousness
ties tie no lion
ties never tie us
no virtue
no rules
soon it's our turn
to evolve
into revolversrevolutions3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Fruit of my LaborsIn these woods so little known
I've found a man up in a tree
--but whom is he?

Should I prod him with this stick--
send him wobbling?

and how did he get up so high
with no low branch from which to hang,
how did he climb?

I suppose that's no matter now,
how he came to be up there,
where, I guess, he
could have used his length of rope
to rise beyond a mortal man
(I notice that with the one I hold
it may be both he and I that can.)

And yet he, he chose to swing
from the thickest, lowest branch,
the noose to here with which he came,
the same
kind of tool I've come here with,
given before the wood told to walk.

If I toss an end up over him
anThe Fruit of my Labors5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Phalanxes

The Phalanxes

Their souls seal the seeker,
Their minds melt the matters,
Higher, they march, further,
Faster, fight, foreseers.

Ere,the elite elbows,
Its way wiggling toward,
The foes, fending forward,
Vying to vouch their vows.

Sacred Sparta, section,
A pure pyre pushes,
The Phalanxes 5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

the true republicthe true republic lies beneath the sea
a single bound will take you straightway there
it's our first homeland where we were born free

look where the master will not let you see
far past the fictive kingdoms of the air
the true republic lies beneath the sea

no effort's needed for each one to flee
just leave right now and be at ease from care
it's our first homeland where we were born free

where we learnt justice at our mother's knee
return' so easy we just have to dare
the true republic lies beneath the sea

not far at all we note the mango tree
the purple bloom the old man on his chair
it's our first homeland where we were born free

the pthe true republic1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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 tLuna Roja8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Beat of Wardarkness come
with the beat of the drum
women cry
good men die
the children be drunk on rumThe Beat of War13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The coldest equation always winsThe coldest equation always wins,
The abhorréd shears curtail;
The solace of memory barely begins
To refill the desolate grail.The coldest equation always wins6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

End of Results