People Over Politics, Country Over Capitulation, World Over Wealth!

Time Bomb ~ Philip Brent Harris

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(The words of this minor poet and statesmen from several eras.)

1816

I feel the fool tonight, though certain
I hope we will crush in its birth
My words, sentiments echo
The aristocracy of our moneyed corporations
Statesmen, leaders long dead
Which dare already to challenge
Why should now be otherwise
Our government to a trial of strength
Yet otherwise it has become
And bid defiance to our laws
We’ve reached finality: change or die

1953

Imagined I a poem or story
Every gun made, every warship launched
Written only with names of weapons
Every rocket fired signifies
Overwhelmed, a downpour, a deluge
In the final sense, a theft
Drowning in guns and ammunition
From those who hunger and are not fed
Till I melt beneath the weight of fear
Those who are cold and are not clothed
So many makers in so many nations
This world in arms is
Profits over people
Not spending money alone
Death over life
It is spending the sweat of its laborers
Hate over love
The genius of its scientists
Year after year after year
The hopes of its children

1941/1932/1864

Can I walk you in my thoughts
The liberty of democracy is not safe
Around misshapen, greedy gnomes
If people tolerate the growth of private power
Those who only understand the lust for gold
To a point where it becomes stronger
Despite words of elder statesmen
Than the democratic state itself
Statesmen and megalomaniacs at times
That, in essence, is fascism
Villains of the piece recall, recount
Ownership of government
Share thoughts with the brightest and best
By any controlling individual
Able to contravene reality for self alone
Group or private power
Occulted and obscured by disinformation
Fascism should more appropriately be called
Tragedy’s mask we have donned
Corporatism, a merger
Eyes covered, no justice, only blind
Of State and corporate power
Above us and around us
Wealth is aggregated in a few hands
Too few and soft for honest labor
And the Republic is destroyed

1912/1967

Flowing with shed blood
Behind the visible government
Of war-slaughtered children
There is an invisible government
Screaming  agony of raped women
Upon the throne
Hiding families, bloody, battered, hopeless
That owes the people no loyalty
In the rubble of bombed, neglected cities
Recognizes no responsibility
Homeless, starving  people
This union between corrupt business
Who die before your walls
And corrupt politics
Until none are left to die but you
What lives we could transform
What a world we could create
If we were to cease killing

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VOTE, November 3, 2020!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

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