Category: Politics

Game On

Just a game to you

You played because you could

Your unfiltered words and actions

a green light to those who contained

their hatred

No thought or dedication

or ability to multitask

Let alone read

Communication skills nonexistent

Your statistics will be great indeed

Destined for the history books

Headlining

The Biggest loser of all time

You are the antithesis of a hero

Orange is the new black

and you will wear it well

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Game

Multitask

Hero

Orange

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History Repeats

History Repeats

The District is not Caesar’s Rome

The Hill is not one of the seven

Yet the Senators

are deadly and evil

as they were BC

These devils hide and reside

in hallowed halls of DC

with daggers cloaked

unseen

Preparing to execute

their dastardly deeds

Hell is in our politics

disguised in grey hair

and old man suits

Standing on the shoulders of women

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Prompted by Dead Poet Prompts from AllPoetry.com

My chosen prompt

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” – The Tempest, William Shakespeare

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Wake Up Call

 

Wake Up Call

What a yarn you can spin

I don’t know where to begin

Cursory words spoken

Your dialogue broken

Audience shrinking

It is not wishful thinking

If we object to your prescription

You have a conniption

You manage to appall

And persecute all

How can you manage world affairs?

When you clearly have nothing upstairs

Your being in charge

We wish to discharge

It is coming to a head

All those things that you said

The day of reckoning is close

You will not like your dose

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Word Prompts:

Cursory

Yarn

Conniption

Persecute

Being

Independence

I must admit, not being a born American, I have always had a problem with July 4th, Independence Day.  I just never quite got the hang of it!  Thanksgiving was much easier.  It was like Christmas only earlier.

However this year it is much more meaningful.  Not because of the food and fireworks, but because of what independence and freedom means. I was not a refugee and I had no language barriers, so for all intents and purposes it should have been an easy transition, right?  Yes, the paperwork and interviews etc. were easy.  But leaving behind family and friends was daunting even for an adventurer like me. Immigration can be quite an isolating experience.

So this year as I witness the cruel and unusual treatment the immigrants are receiving at our borders, I feel ashamed. How could this wonderful country, which opened it arms to me and the people from the other 84 nations that stood next to me at my naturalization ceremony, behave in such a way?  Babies, yes babies, torn away from their mothers and put in cages.  It is truly shocking.  These immigrants are just wanting a better and safe life for their families. They are escaping tyranny and dictators.  A concept hard for the average American to wrap his arms around.

So on this day of independence try and put yourself in someone else’s shoes, for just a moment.  Imagine their plight, their heartache and their longing for independence and be grateful for what we have.

Thank you for listening.

Today’s poem is in response to  Word of the Day Challenge – Independence

Independence

Not American born
I come from overseas
An immigrant you would say
With no communicable disease

I am white and English speaking
What could be better than that
I do not look at it that way
I am no aristocrat

The plight of immigrants today
So poor as a church mouse
Treated like animals
Waiting for the slaughter house

They want what we have
There is no villainy
As did your forefathers
They escape the tyranny

If you can be anything
Be thoughtful and kind
It’s the independence they crave
Lady Justice is blind

Christine Bolton

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