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Trumping the Homeless | Dennis E. Rager - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Trumping the Homeless | Dennis E. Rager

Into the largest homeless settlement in Manhattan,
workmen advanced like troops of General Patton.
Dastardly avoiding demolition in broad daylight,
for fear, advocates would say, “This is really not right!”

Because the billionaire developer now owned the land,
from the railroad yards all squatters had to be banned.
The henchmen made their move in the approaching twilight,
hoping advocates wouldn’t admonish, “This is really not right!”

The crew was ready to begin construction,
so the shantytown was doomed for destruction.
With orders to clear everything from the site,
as advocates protested, “This is really not right!”

The hard hats remembered the riots in Tompkins Square,
when they were only doing what they were told was fair;
so they prepared themselves for a possible fight,
as the advocates warned, “This is really not right!”

Demanding all squatters promptly vacate the spot.
and anticipating someone might possibly get shot,
they worked in advance of the dawns early light,
over advocates repeating, “This is really not right!”

The bulldozers were coming. The danger was great,
so banishing the trespassers could no long wait.
Ordered to remove all remnants of urban blight,
they ignored advocates chanting, “This is really not right!”

The squatters were given no time to pack,
but they moved on, and they didn’t look back.
When none of the homeless were anywhere in sight,
the advocates plea echoed, “This is really not right!”

With few belongings in hand, they all took to the streets.
The developer was victorious. They accepted their defeat.
The homeless resigned themselves to this grievous slight,
disregarding the advocates’ cry, “This is really not right!

Before sunrise, the abandonment was complete,
after all the former settlers made a hasty retreat.
The billionaire, who was not in the least bit contrite,
ignoring advocates saying, “This is really not right!”

Reluctantly, they retreated, this homeless little band,
desperately searching for another piece of vacant land
to settle until their eviction some entrepreneur would incite,
while the advocates still insisted, “This is really not right!”

The Fall of America | Truth Teller - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Fall of America | Truth Teller

The fall of America
Didn’t happen because
Of outside forces
It happened because we forgot
What democracy means

We stood by and watched
As religious zealots
Worked tirelessly to take away
Our fellow citizen’s rights
Denying them equality

We watched as gun worshipers
Redefined the constitution
And sold us the falsehood
That we should all be
Very afraid and violent

Too many of us believed the false narrative
That government is the problem
Rather than a reflection
Of who we are
An institution that can help people

Too many of us watched and listened to
Propaganda pretending to be news
Telling us to be afraid of each other
Supporting the creeping threat
Of authoritarianism

Too many of us bought the lie
That money is everything
And corporations would
Fill the holes
Making all our problems go away

Too many of us believed patriotism
Was waving the flag
While hating immigrants
And anyone who
Wanted equal rights

Too many of us stopped caring for each other
Labeling people who didn’t
Agree with our aggressive/regressive
Positions the enemy
Spitting on people who believe in love

We destroyed ourselves
By letting the people who
Least care about our country
Run everything
For their own gain

Emancipation | Bhuwan Thapaliya - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Emancipation | Bhuwan Thapaliya

I look around
but see no one behind me.
All are in front of me.
“Will it make any real difference
if I finish last or if I don’t finish at all?” asks my heart.

I smile. Now I’m feeling better.
I can do this. I can run many more miles.

I look around again
and see everyone behind me.
No one in front of me.
“Will it make any real difference
if I come first leaving all of them behind?” asks my soul.

I smile. Now I’m feeling better.
I smile. Now I’m feeling much better.

I see everybody around me.
I see everybody around me.

Paris I've Never Visited | Ananya S. Guha - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Paris I’ve Never Visited | Ananya S. Guha

Paris I’ve never visited
only the uncanny wind
whispered how a city
was embattled with ashes
coming out of a theatre.
Where music thundered
to heart beats
where men sieged a house
set it on fire
immolated a lost civilization, and meanings
of life, beauty, love were
left smouldering, in ashes
of ruin. Where politics did not comprehend love and
boisterous laughter, celebrating living.

Only I know the truth
that a Paris which I’ve
not visited, never will
will remain firm in the
iron soul of my body
wringing desperate hands,
feet, as a weeping
manifestation of a world
surrendering to phantoms.

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