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Of the nominees for the
Supreme Court submitted
by Leonard Leo and the
Federalists
all seven are
are executioners
... everyone on the list
saiom shriver
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Revenge is up for sale today,
‘cause fate took a loved one away,
We had forgiveness in our hearts,
But traded it for "bigR’s" part,
In helping evil win the soul,
Of us and those it can control,
Our human frailties win again,
They call us all "American",
We kill with pride in our great chair,
All suckers to the word despair,
We’d rather see the wrong in things,
Hear only what good gossip brings,
We won’t accept pain in our life,
So we’ll just help to cause more strife,
‘cause being too compassionate,
May cause our minds to soon forget,
About how good it feels to be,
Proud owners of revenge.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise….
By closing off reality,
We shut doors on humanity,
And lock ourselves within a hell custom designed,
Only to sell the highest bidder one more way to kill again,
To "save the day",
And we escape from taking fall,
The highest bidder wins it all!!
Election day the leader’s crowned,
And lies throughout the land resound!
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
The children learn well how to buy and sell but soon condemn,
And fate will ring true bells of freedom handed down to them by
Sacred rooms that tell the story of the way our minds get twisted,
In confusion when ignoring "human"kind(s).
And many "heroes" of today will be seen for the first,
In light that makes it all too clear how we did at our worst,
But for today we’ll all go on and wander in the dark,
The highest bidder takes it all,
And leaves that shameful mark.
The chair, the needle, or the fumes, the future calls them "sacred rooms",
Until we learn the sound of lies, we’ll blindly bring our own demise…
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/prose/953553
Copyright 2002
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God bless you. God please bless us all.
Lullaby of Death
By Liz Peterson-Braveheart
You have no right
To bear your silent wish of death
Upon my brethren’s door,
You have no right.
You have no right
To cast your world of hate
Before my child’s eyes,
You have no right.
The wickedness you offer
On the table isn’t just,
And as you rant of guts and glory,
Your heart is cold,
A breach of trust,
You have no right.
To scowl, or render judgment
On such lies and fabrications,
And then gloat,
While bathed in rapture
Once more,
Hungry for ovation!
Then slay again!
You have no right.
To mothers and fathers,
Daughters, sons,
…and innocent babes,
Your desperate gnawing helps
To seal their lips
But not their might,
The beastly seed in you ignites,
And they lay naked on your platter
You call justice
As you feast with sheer delight?
You have no right.
Love and freedom suffocate,
In our ears the sound of silence
Is their last hurrah,
As you claim the spiteful anthem,
Your self righteous Lullaby of Death.
© 2010