POLITICAL Poem: What divides us, by Leah Sutton

You might have to share your time,
Between one child and another,
You might divide your assets,
If your partner finds another.

Work might make you feel
That you fractionate your time,
While you disjoin your life
Just to earn a dime

You could slice down the middle,
Of a freshly cooked up steak,
If you’re feeling really generous,
You could halve your chocolate cake

You could cut down trees to timber,
Chainsaw trees to a stump,
Could segregate your feet and earth,
Simply with a jump

Well Moses divided the waves,
Of the beautiful Red Sea,
While Jesus became separate,
From God for humanity

But what I can’t believe,
Or begin to understand,
Is how divided humans are,
Upon this very land,

The news reports that children,
Are being divided from their own, .
That arms are being ripped away,
When bombs drop from a drone.

That nobody is sharing,
The safety of their home,
The UN’s attempting caring,
While people starve to skin and bone.

The puzzle pieces need
To be set back into place
So we can see the bigger picture

So our minds
and thoughts
and lives
can embrace.
After all, aren’t we the human race?

POLITICAL Poem: The Matter with Words is they Matter, Their Words, by Nancy J. Klein, Ed.D

A man and a woman are running a race
to be our next leader and win in first place.
A sparkly-eyed woman with kindness to share,
an orange-faced man with the upside-down hair.

She follows the rules and does what is fair,
she looks right at people which shows us she cares.
He shows off in crowds and sometimes talks late,
yelling and shouting “I’ll make this place great!”.

“She’s ugly and lazy and dumb as a rock.”.
Spitting out words to shame and to mock.
Where are the parents, the teachers, the postmen, the cops?
Where are the grown-ups demanding he stop?

His hands and his arms swing with floppity flips,
teasing a newsman through fast twitching lips.
“I could stand in the street and shoot someone dead,”
I remember his words; they live in my head.

Cheating and lying and breaking the rules,
If he were a kid, he’d get kicked out of school.
He makes angry fists, he hollers, and pouts.
He never gets punished, no jail or time-out.

We know what we’ve seen and what we have heard.
The matter with words is they matter, his words.
Sooner or later, his words will all reach us.
If he’s in the White House, is that what he’ll teach us?

Her words think of others with “Are you alright?”,
She chooses her words to make us feel bright.
“We’re not going backwards, we’re moving ahead,”
Hers are the words still alive in my head.

She lived in a house with her sister and mother,
I guess she’s like me, we’re like one another.
She had a best friend who was hurt really bad,
she invited her home so she wouldn’t feel sad.

We know what we’ve seen and what we have heard.
The matter with words is they matter, her words.
Sooner or later, her words will all reach us.
If she’s in the White House, I want her to teach us.

Dog-eating people and those who eat cats,
who could believe there are people like that?
Those are the words from the orange-faced man,
who says what he wants ‘cuz he knows that he can.

“Fat, lazy aliens, get out of town!
He says that to people with skin that is brown.
“You poison our blood; you murder and steal.”
He says all those words, does that make them real?

Why do the leaders who have so much power
spread all those lies each minute and hour?
Mean words and lying words soon start to reach us.
Are those the words that you choose to teach us?

He lost the election but said that he won.
He couldn’t believe that his job was all done.
He hated to lose, said it made him real mad,
He made up a plan to do something bad.

Lots of his friends thought the big boss had won.
They stormed into town with their sticks and their guns.
They crashed through that building, they just wouldn’t stop.
They hurt tons of people, many were cops.

We know all we’ve seen and all we have heard.
The matter with words, is they matter, their words.
Sooner or later their words will all reach us.
Why choose those ones as the words that will teach us?

Maria Ramirez, my friend since first grade,
loves to play baseball but now she’s afraid.
Afraid of the bullies who go to our school,
afraid of the kids who were taught to be cruel.

“You fat, lazy alien, get out of our space.”
Screamed all those big bullies at Maria’s scared face.
They kicked and they punched and they tossed her around.
Maria, my friend lay in blood on the ground.

We know all we’ve seen and all we have heard.
The matter with words, is they matter, their words.
Sooner or later those words will all reach us.
Are those the words you’re choosing to teach us?

What is so great about words that put down,
about screaming and yelling “You get out of town!”?
What is so great about kids in big cages,
not seeing their parents for ages and ages?

A man and a woman are running a race
to be our next leader and win in first place.
We’re begging you please for a future that’s great,
Not flooded in lies with mean words and hate.

Please bring our country together as one,
that sparkly-eyed woman will get the job done.
That orange-faced man, I know will make two;
the good one, the bad one, the red and the blue.

Think of your children and their children too.
The matter with words is they matter, they do.
Please vote for the person you want to teach us,
Sooner or later their words will all reach us.

POLITICAL Poem: Nachts unterwegs, by Livia Schümann

Nachts im Dunkeln,
Gehe ich ungerne raus.
Doch wenn ich unterwegs bin und
Subjektiv gefährliche Wege entlanglaufe,
Halte ich meinen Schlüssel fest in der Hand.

Ist es noch nicht zu spät,
Rufe ich jemanden an,
Der mir eventuell irgendwie helfen kann.
Falls etwas passiert.

Doch ehrlich gesagt,
Was kann die Person am Telefon tun?
Die Polizei wäre erst da,
Wenn alles vorbei,
Etwas bereits passiert und der Täter geflohen.

In 99 Prozent der Fälle sind es Täter,
Deswegen bleibe ich hier bei der männlichen Form.

Und alle die jetzt sagen:
„Deutschland ist aber besser als andere Länder“.
Hört auf es zu vergleichen!
Es ist nicht optimal,
Also muss daran gearbeitet werden!

Es geht darum,
Frauen und somit allen Menschen,
Sicherheit zu garantieren.

Man sagt ja auch nicht:
„Deutschland ist im Fußball gut, also müssen wir nicht die Besten sein“, oder?

Das bedeutet:
Wir sind noch lange nicht gleichberechtigt,
Wenn wir nachts noch Schlüssel oder Pfefferspray
Für den Heimweg in der Hand halten müssen!

14.04.2024
Livia Schümann

POLITICAL Poem: When Poppies Burn, by Muqitha Ismail

range, red, black
once a life, now into ashes,
dreams dreamt-
now turned to dust.

the price of a soul,
the price of a people–
melatonin, creed, and all that
which does not bleed.

the fragility of morals:
immorality tainted into divinity.
how profound;
surreal, unreal, lies–

white lies
of white lives,
and all besides white
now lies
six centuries and six feet deep
across six continents.

how futile-
lessons from history
remain in a story;

documented, recorded, live streamed
to eyes turned to stone,
hearts – forever frozen to the bone,
what can break these calcified souls?

if not mountains of bodies,
nor rivers of blood,
if not embers of flesh
turning orange, red, and black

then let it be a thundering curse
or a desperate prayer;

may the flames that shroud
these souls of gold
be a spring breeze
from where poppies bloom.

POLITICAL Poem: “Special” Interests, by Winter Prosapio

I get it; my interests aren’t that special
I got no lobbyists there to take you to dinner
Got no judges I can fly
To a private island right nearby
Making sure my voice is heard
It’s pretty damn hard
Cause I’m not special
I’m just not special

I’m tired of being told it’s my own damn fault
For not being born on the top
It’s not hard they say, and point to the ladder
But we all know they’ve greased the rungs
The fix is in before you’re done
but they get in without a climb
Because they’re special
I guess they’re special

Took me a while to realize what that word means
Special’s got nothing to do with you and me
It’s just a little code word for money you see
The smoke and the mirrors will make your eyes sting
They distract you with every little thing
‘Cause you’re not special
You’re not special

Millionaires they pay no taxes
I’m putting coins in the jar for Sally’s cancer
Down here, we’re all going broke
Choking to death on all the back room smoke
Falling for every line and crook
Because we’re not special
We’re just not special

They keep pushing my Retirement further away
Even though they told me all I had to do was pay
You can’t really trust what a Fox face says
Felons running and pretending they’re friends
They take away my rights at the very top
Cause I’m not special
I’m just not special

They make it seem like you can’t trust your neighbor
All along acting like they’re doing you a favor
One day you see the fake promises told
It’s time to walk away from that fools gold
We did it before and we can do it again
Because you know what?
They’re not that special
They’re just not special

They only have a power we give them
So what if we take it back?

POLITICAL Poem: Say it Twice, by H. M. Heffernan

“This culture void.” The Martyr says. “This fake economy.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” The Advocate says.
“Field of Dreams, you hear?—Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“That’s 20 miles east of Columbus.” The Historian says.
“A bunch more factories in Ohio.” The Narrator says.
“God.” The Advocate says. “This Hell.”
“Rebirth of pride, Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“Yeah right, more like Birth of a Nation.” The Advocate says.
“Yo, this Amerika never existed and never will—it’s always been an ego trip, this, idea,
but never actually realized.” The Martyr says.
“I want to die.” The Student says.
“No, Joe.” The Narrator says.
“Rust Belt can’t simply just stop being Rust Belt—that’s what it is, Joe.” The Historian
says.
“My God.” The Student says.
“Don’t you know?” The Narrator says.
“I am so unmoved except to anger.” The Martyr says.
“Rage.” The Student says.
“Disgust.” The Advocate says.
“Not even disappointment. Because to be disappointed means you believed in something
in the first place—something good.” The Martyr says. “And I was let down a long time ago. I
couldn’t tell you when, probably somewhere along the war on terror.”
“Or drugs.” The Student says.
“Or the culture wars.” The Historian says.
“Or what they did to something I did believe in.” The Martyr says.
“Twice.” The Historian says.
“Jesus—I could go on.” The Martyr says.
“All the old decrepit motherfuckers. Out of touch and tone deaf as hell.” The Martyr says.
“Just a minute ago, they were chanting USA! USA! USA! like high school boys.” The
Student says.
“I hate all of these people.” The Martyr says. “They make me sick.”
“Deficit, Joe says deficit.” The Narrator says.
“Christ.” The Student says.
“Joe says, I’m a Cap*tal*st. Yeah, and a proud one, he adds.” The Narrator says.
“I want to die.” The Student says.
“Buddy! Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“Nothing is sacred in this country.” The Martyr says.
“Responsibility, Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“The State of THIS Union? The worst it’s ever been…” The Historian says.
“We all hate all these people.” The Martyr says. “And there is no one there to unite us all
as to why.”
“Being an American is ruining my life.” The Student says

POLITICAL Poem: The Eyes Have It – A Cento, by Eileen Coughlin

last night I dreamt that I could 1
pick breadcrumbs from each citizen ‘s eyes2
underneath my lids another eye has opened3
a white line, blade-sharp, streaks the floor,4
a pair of eyes, the most remarkable lies5
this is the poison in repetition6
and washing us all down the valley7
with eyes not squinting or narrowed but held wide open8

1 Invasive – Ada Limon
2 4 a.m. Bombardment – Ilya Kaminsky
3From the Prison House – Adrienne Rich
4 What Was the Thought? Robert Penn Warren
5My God It’s Full of Stars – Tracy K. Smith
6Repetition -Kay Ryan
7Telescope – Ted Kooser
8The Shooting Lesson – David Wagoner

POLITICAL Poem: Lady Liberty, by Jason Ranieri

Bright eyed lady, spin the thread, sew the flag
Fife and drum marching across the land
Hear the creed in far off places
Democracy’s seed, Lady Liberty
Needle skipped, would’ve cried for a penny
Rain fell, the liberty tree, into the lock, the treasury key
Out of mind, never knowing here or there
Untied shoes, American blues
Keep it free, Lady Liberty
Freedom lives and always has despite me
Hiding inside the corners, state lines, pushing thru
Time zones, rippling borders for you
Paved in gold, a capital dream
Walk the steps, Lady Liberty
Hand on heart, passing by you were steady
Uncle Sam’s pointed finger to his children for worse or better
The next leaders buried in knowing the weather
On the wind, stars and stripes, with allegiance, Lady Liberty
Feelings reveal, hey, it’s going to be alright
Red, white and blue flying high
Colors melt, kiss the flame
Broken arrows, each generation be saved
Spread your wings, a dove’s feather, wink to me, Lady Liberty
One love gives should I receive I am ready
Into the deep eyes of the nation
Clear and bright, the torch light
History’s turnstile, God willing we shall rise above
Grace we’ll win, let it begin, Lady Liberty
Spread the word from henceforth to ever-after

WAR Poem: Break in case of war, by Travis Harman

They sent us there as kids,
We came back as men.
We stood shoulder to shoulder,
Our country we’d defend.

We saw the good,
We saw the bad,
Even the ugly too.
And when the war was over,
Our flag still flew true.

The sweat, the blood, the tears,
We shed with one another,
A bond forged in fire,
We’ll always have each other.

Now we sit and ponder,
About the ones we lost.
Was it really worth it,
If you tally up the cost?

But if our country needs us,
To storm another shore,
They’ll shatter the glass of freedom,
It’ll break in case of war.
We’ll answer the call,
Like we always do.

And if our country needs,
We’ll lay down our lives for you.