583. Disinformation and Lies

If truth hurts someone’s feelings,…

It’s disinformation,…

Though hurting you for it’s the state of the nation.

Politicians start race wars,

While blaming you and me,…

And praise morality,…

While spreading bigotry.

The masses tally point-cards,…

In games of victimhood,…

Then throw help away,…

Victimizing victimhood.

–People grow ever more tired and cruel,

Behind screens,…comments, texts, and tweets.

Trashed for each typo and misword,…

Passed with nary an eye to meet.–

What good’s a mouth that’s muzzled?

What good’s a mind, unwise?

What good’s a human heart,…

Where love can not arise?

K. Aldaya, 5/19/22

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577. A New World Endeavor (Not Order)

Why are those with the least vision,

Always given control of humanities’ fate?

They, who strive to build division,

With a lying smile, and call themselves “Great”?

Have we yet to learn our lesson?

Must we keep on repeating the same old mistakes?

When will we join and take action?

And end this irrational loop?… For God sakes!

It’s time for a better future.

One built on the hopes, loves, and freedoms of all men.

A vision, clear, as to never again obscure,

The human rights inherent to all men.

A world with a vision for tomorrow,

Replete with expansion and new innovation,

Where, without and within, we thrive and grow,…

Not a perfect, but at least, a free, world-nation,

Which forsakes destruction, for creation.

K. Aldaya, 2/24/22

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552. My Government is an Abuser

My government is an abuser,

And I, its’ unwilling victim.

Some people tell me I’m wrong,

I should give in,

And go along.

My government is an abuser,

Who hurts me all the time.

Some people tell me to like it.

I should enjoy,…

And commit.

My government is an abuser,

And I should love my abuser.

Some people say I have to,…

If I want a life,

And acceptance too.

My government is an abuser,

Who tells me I’m ungrateful,

And guilts me into staying,

And taking it,…

And praying.

My government is an abuser.

I sit in the corner and chant,

“It’s okay…okay…okay…okay”…

But don’t believe it,…

Not today.

My government is an abuser.

I tire of being its’ toy.

It loves to mess with my head.

It hurts so much,

I wish I were dead.

My government is an abuser,

And I, its’ unwilling victim.

Some people tell me it’s okay,

As it calls me names,

And tries to rape me with shots,…

And covers my mouth,…

And locks me away….

But it is not. It’s not okay!

Not in any time in history,

And no,…Not Today!

K. Aldaya, 7/28/21

(Reimagining of 273. Life is An Abuser)

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550. Criminal Empire

Until we change the world,

It threatens to destroy us.

We, the victims of life,

Huddle in this great necropolis,

Imprisoned by ourselves.

Look at what we’re doing?

Criminality is normalized,

And normal feelings criticized;

While victimhood is psychologized,…

And for what “greater good”?

Does this help anyone?

Other than the criminals?

Who stomp on others’ rights?

As the arbitering sentinals,

Of human destruction?

Why aren’t thugs called insane?

And offered rehabilitation?

Instead ‘different’ means insane,

And victims get mere indignation;

And all the social shame.

A society’s wrong,

That lets criminals go free,

And others pay for crimes.

Understanding criminality,

While misunderstanding mercy.

For no mercy will come,

When it’s assumed that bad is okay,

And being good is ‘just too bad’.

The most innocent will always pay.

The road to hell’s been paved,

With those society chose to lay,

At the feet of those it saved.

K. Aldaya, 6/28/21

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545. Social Division

You look down on those who think differently than you,

And judge and criticize them for being themselves too.

You say to them, “You better love me as I am!”,

And then turn around and say, “You’re wrong, and a sham!”.

Never recognizing the sham as you.

Part of being accepted is being accepting,

Of what you may feel is formidable and upsetting.

You don’t have to agree with everything others do,

But if you truly want freedom, you must grant it too;

For respect’s propagated by respecting.

You may tell me the sob story all humans have to tell.

You may tell me how you feel, and I will feel for you as well,

But don’t condemn me for not dying for you on your cross.

I’m not a God on earth, and have to carry my own cross,…

Along with my personal, all-consuming hell.

All pains are not equal, and life’s a tragedy.

So, why are we infighting? And why can’t we agree?

That life’s far too short, too difficult, and too cold,

To bicker endlessly as our bodies grow old.

You are not a social category.

I am you, and you are me…

The heart of humanity.

K. Aldaya, 6/10/21

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