Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest. dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel
Dear Leaders There is no life in you, you who are nothing more than a husk blowing in the winds of rebellion, I see your guns and gas uniformed in fear of decency as you sneer at the sensitivities of ordinary people concerned for some semblance of democracy midst the pious, honeyed corruption you pedal to steal the dreams of our children as you piss in our waters and foul our fields with your poisonous rhetoric so religiously flavoured as to make God vomit, while you continue to kill your own as if blood stains down your highways is some note of triumph for the totems you bend to in your spineless dereliction of humanity. You can kill my body but you will never kill my enduring spirit that is me, we, together naming your legacy of fetid lies and murder, and we will make a road of integrity to pass right over you without memorial or reward save for some flowers to mark the hollow graves that you are. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Amen, Brother.
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Thank you Pat 🙂
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Amen, Paul. Righteous anger well expressed.
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Thank you very much VJ really appreciate your comment.
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Welcome Paul. You are speaking for many.
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I’m glad to hear that, I’m never sure where others are at.
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True.
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God vomiting 🤮 is quite a visual!
Well done!
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I’m certain everyone but a tiny number are vomiting in many countries, gah. Thank you Ruth.
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My pleasure
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Tell it, brother!
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My pacifism is sorely tested these days, yearning for change. Thank you very much Ana 🙂
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It’s interesting to me that right now not only we two but many workers on the front wave of human ascension are reporting bewilderment at their own sudden zero tolerance for falseness in any and every form. Be not wroth with yourself…
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Thank you, I will be more self-accepting, nice to know that others are awake too. 🙂
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It really is, isn’t it? Time for the money changers to go.
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Yes, time to clear the temple indeed.
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Indeed, yes.
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😉
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Okay, now tell me what you really think!😂. Not to make light of this, it’s all true, but I am getting tired of fighting. I watched an NOR report in QAnon this morning and was so upset about a state of Georgia politician winning using it as her belief. Now she is backpedaling a bit, but the damage is done.
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Yes, insidious. What disturbs me is that years of education hasn’t taken the stupid out.
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Paul, I have always resisted involvement in politics. I make it a habit not to hate anyone. I find myself outside those half-century-long parameters. Your poem expresses my feelings so well! 🙂 Take care, Cheryl
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Yes, I moved on from political involvement years ago, I was involved, but felt powerless to effect real change, it consumes those who get involved. Thank you Cheryl. 🙂 have a delightful weekend.
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I hope this rightful expression of rage means it’s no longer inside you eating you alive.
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Just a little, I don’t think I’m done yet, I couldn’t even face my local politicians right now. 😉
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Hopefully, they’ll get their comeuppance sooner rather than later.
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Oh wow, this is powerful! Kudos
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Many thanks Beverly 🙂
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You tell it like it is, Paul!
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Thank you so much Eugenia, my blood is boiling.
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Powerful rage in the letter. Really well done specially this part:
you pedal to steal the dreams of
our children as you piss in our waters
and foul our fields with your
poisonous rhetoric so religiously
flavoured as to make God vomit,
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It came out of that centre that feels powerless but can see, I must admit, it did surprise me too. Thank you Grace.
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Thank you for the phrase “honeyed corruption” . I’ve always had this tussle inside where I felt corruption is evil but there is evidently some gain that people seek which is fulfilled by corrupt acts. I could not give a term to this feeling. Thank you for summarizing it so beautifully.
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Many thanks for sharing that, yes, it is something almost indefinable, my pleasure.
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A profound piece.
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Thank you Rupali 🙂
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This is so powerfully delivered and I share your sentiments. I try to stay out of politics as much as possible but we are at an unprecedented time in our world today. Thanks for the great poem and vomit for though.. ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you Cindy, I’m hoping for change, but it cannot be ignored, it presses in on me. Much appreciated. 🙂
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You’re welcome and I appreciate your plight. for the love of all, we have to while “lives of our stomach churns”. ugh
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Yeah! Absolutely.
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We need some rage… but it seems just to bring on more rubber-bullets and tear gas.
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Yes, so true, but to stay the course, so difficult yet necessary. A rock and a hard place.
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This is righteous anger. I have it! Thank you Paul for putting it into words.
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boom boom, nailed the snails well!
Just wish they would get to read it 😦
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Wow what a powerful poem – I love it – your ability to string words so powerful with such a powerful message but said so well
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