Anti-Fascist Poetry

Takin’ it to tha STREETZ, baby . . .

Who’s gonna stop this fascist nightmare ?
WE’RE gonna stop this fascist nightmare !


Militant Commitment to DIRECT ACTION:

TRUMP/PENCE 2020 !

TIME TA GIT DOWN WIT DA PEEPLZ STRUGGLE !
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Revelation thru Agitation

HO HO, HEY HEY —
Donald Trump has GOT to STAY !

WHY ?
Because he is the only true poet and humble philosopher-king we have.

Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
defend me from them that rise up against me.
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
and save me from bloody men.
For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul:
the mighty are gathered against me;
not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O Lord.
They run and prepare themselves without my fault:
awake to help me, and behold.
Thou therefore, O Lord God of hosts, the God of Israel,
awake to visit all the heathen:
be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. Selah.
They return at evening:
they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Behold, they belch out with their mouth: swords are in their lips:
for who, say they, doth hear?
But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them;
thou shalt have all the heathen in derision.
Because of his strength will I wait upon thee:
for God is my defence.
The God of my mercy shall prevent me:
God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.
Slay them not, lest my people forget:
scatter them by thy power; and bring them down, O Lord our shield.
For the sin of their mouth and the words of their lips
let them even be taken in their pride:
and for cursing and lying which they speak.
Consume them in wrath, consume them, that they may not be:
and let them know that God ruleth in Jacob unto the ends of the earth.  Selah.
And at evening let them return;
and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Let them wander up and down for meat,
and grudge if they be not satisfied.
But I will sing of thy power;
yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing:
for God is my defence, and the God of my mercy.

Psalm 59 (KJV)

Marching to Hell

Dedicated to all the enlightened women,
progressives
and social justice warriors
marching, disrupting,  and having public tantrums
in and around our nation’s capitol
up to and including January 21st.

Auguries of Inauguration:

Masked back-packing militants descend on DC. The instigators’ antics indicate true agitator’s instincts. When the rest buy it, the best…riot?  Putin set the precedent by rootin’ for the President. As for the protestors—are they seeking to serve justice or just the Secret Service? Joined by thousands of patriot motorcyclists, the black-masked boast of hikers may be lost on a host of bikers. Hmmmm… the silent verve of our veteran friends proves that the violent serve wicked ends. The verge of silence may mean a surge of violence.

While snowflakes melt down, the state will clamp down as militants storm town. Eastern sages know: a mean Taoist turned teen Maoist may raise the base rating for race-baiting just to get a rise. Erasing a different face is not the same as facing a different race (and many of these mad Taoists seem a tad Maoist to me…) Opening the trunk, one forgets that elephants remember: when the mob rules, they rob mules. Democratic icons are stubborn things. Until the bandits are punished let’s banish the pundits to the hinterlands of fake news.

It’s inauguration time, Dumbo.

 

music credit: Daniel Johnston

Deplore THIS

 

DONALD shall reign where e’er the sun
doth his successive journeys run;
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.

To him shall endless prayer be made,
and praises throng to crown his head;
his Name like sweet perfume shall rise
with every morning sacrifice.

People and realms of every tongue
dwell on his love with sweetest song;
and infant voices shall proclaim
their early blessings on his Name.

Blessings abound where e’er he reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want are blest.

Let every creature rise and bring
peculiar honors to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud Amen.

Please use LOTS of profanity
as you vent your righteous anger
against your new president-elect ,
your Lord and Savior,
the windswept Wizard of Wonderful.

(Don’t forget to bring a Mexican flag to your riot ☺)