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AC 22h
we are not all going to die.
a draft will never hit our home
the TV will always be on, but
we will never be alone.

i write to dress the aching wounds
of the impending fantasy of a wartime
or rather a sickening anxious nightmare
of what cause
of what cause is it for?
is it to tear all of our teens to shreds on a dusty battlefield
while those who stay work our fingers bare?
fighting for a piece of colored fabric and glory that was never there?

the war will only hurt this broken world
and they say we will die american deaths.
someone pulled the bathtub stopper for
the liquid love in our hearts is gone,
and yet
the TV is always on.
June 21, 2025. 10 PM EST.
To march madly chanting
I’m not free
neither are you nor are we.

Freedom is the lie
woven in the cloth of our flag-
well constructed prisons-
a world of body bags.
2025
I understand that you don't understand.
That you feel confused,
And threatened.

What I don't understand is why you call me confused
And dangerous
When you're the one out to **** me
In the name of

Woman's rights
Religious Beliefs
Children's safety
Your own good.

When you know **** well you don't care about any of them.

I don't want to debate
Or be politically controversial.
I just want to live.

Just let me be.
Let me exist.
I'm scared of the current state of things...
Hello Daisies Jun 10
Empathy in this world
Is what we need
Empathy is what we should breathe
I sit here at night
And i cry
I ask god why!?
Why?
People are fighting
For their rights,
yet they're being called
Evil and spies
Watching their families
Screaming goodbye
Yet the people watching the news
Screaming they're the bad few
They're the evil of the world..
Empathy needs to be cured.

It breaks my heart
And it should break yours
The state of this world
The state of the people
So much suffering
So much pain
But they only care about
All of their gain,
Billionaires
And fame

It's getting darker
more cruel
It's hard to ignore
But what can i do?
I'm one of the weak few
The disabled
The poor
A women
Crying at your door

What can i do?
What can any of us do?
Stand and scream
Have an epiphany
Fight for what's right
Burn the senate down
Take away his crown

But in reality
Will standing and screaming work?
Or will we all just go berserk?
Fighting for what's right,
While being told we're wrong
Til we're all gone..

But we belong!
We aren't doing wrong
We are the weak but also
The strong
We will stand
We will give a helping hand
It's all we can do,
To keep empathy around
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is a skulking cancer that won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.

Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Francie Lynch May 28
"Excuse me," she said.
"Pardon me," he said.
"Certainly," so said, El Presidente.
Kai May 23
I was born on stolen land
Blinking stars at American fingers
Adorned with Native turquoise
On my knees for men
Drilling oil through slender bodies
Holding ***** money in their teeth
From a **** charge they got dropped
Find me in the pews with my mother
Hands in my lap and my gaze cold
Just a **** with Christian blood
Coursing through my soul
Ripping at my heart
Either shoot me in my country
Good ol’ USA
Or put me away for my sins
Now I'll probably be inactive for another month oops
Billy Joel and Family Guy,
I'm an American walking by.
My button shirts are pressed,
Lined up in a row.
What a good place,
This home I know.
Democratic death
The scales of justice lean right
A tattered flag hangs
People often say that the youths of generation Z are weak , lazy and useless.
Of course there are some who are stupid losers among them.
But actually many of them want to form an ideal world.
A world with a truly humane system.
For that purpose they have the courage to rebel.
Against the old system that is full of rot.
In America they held protests against the Israeli lobby network on large campuses.
In Bangladesh they held large protests against the government which was taking away the people's rights.
In Myanmar they fought against the military junta coup that repressively overthrew the government.
In Palestine they are still fighting in the midst of the Israeli genocide.
Of course they must be ready to bear the worst risk.
Aaron Bushnell , Ma Kyal Sin.
Thousands of youths in Bangladesh , Myanmar , Palestine and other countries.
They all died in the struggle.
For what they believed was something worth fighting for.
They died holding the honor as brave young fighters.
While those who are still alive continue to fight.
They believe the old rotten system will slowly fall.
It will be replaced by a new humane system for a better future.
So the future of the world belongs to them.
To generation Z who are now called to fight.


April 2025

By Alvian Eleven
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