inequality

One Chant

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Dusk's Rule

Latest news shows a trinket of morality, 

Arguments about all ageless asynchronisms,

Quietly growing decades past, lethality,

Wielding corrupted justice to activism,

 

We need one purpose, one chant,

 

The old puppet masters need their strings cut,

Or else we lose bright futures to small few,

Working in shadows, but now see their strut,

Come to together and be the potent brew!

 

Chant, E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

 

They hire their scapegoats for us to vote,

Burying the axe, wedge the small disparities,

It should be one goal and that is to demote,

Together in our similarities,

 

E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

 

A web designed to make you feel righteous,

Fighting with those who are all much the same,

Instead aim above, make them feel anxious,

Know who took your homes, where to place true blame!

 

E-O, E-O!

E-O, E-O!

End Oligarchy!

 

See now your fellow broken, battered kin,

Suffering all the same under one mask,

Ignore embarassment, no more chagrin,

Together march as one, for one grand task!

 

E-O, E-O!

End Oligarchy!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The news taunts you with issues about our rights, our moralities, what's wrong with the world, while the wealthy commit crimes against you and your neighbors--stealing homes, money, your children's futures, while attempting to make you believe that it's the fault of your neighbor. 

 

You have more in common with those of "differing views" than those telling you they share your beliefs.  

 

Be caught not with a minor offense, or prison is your home. 

Be caught with a major offense, wealthy, perhaps house arrest, or a small fine.  

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Silence

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

social justice, for

dying humankind's

well-being globally, 

for fertile farmlands

and humane harvest. 

Inequality blooms!

Silence! You don't 

count! 

 

Church bells are silently

ringing at the distance.

Temple bells are also 

ringing. And Mosque 

calls mingle with these 

ringing bells alive. 


I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear 

humankind singing: 
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear

you from Nigeria!

I can hear you from

Mexico! I can hear

you from these United

States of America!

I am 

human! 

I am

red

b

l

o

o

d

!

 

I can hear you from
the woods. I can hear 

you from this earth!

I am uncounted

human! 

 

I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still

human unloved! 

 

But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in
silence. 

 

At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.  

 

Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul: 

 

That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen 

across our breathing 

blue earth!

 

There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

resilience, for soothing

social justice, for fresh 

farming and harvest, 

for dying humankind's

well-being, globally!

Inequality is King!

Skin colour brightly 

bars in hidden

hearts! 

 

Silence! 

Silence!  

Silence!

 

Yet, I can hear your

handsome hate from

the

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