Category Archives: Poetry

‘What You Do’

 

You raise our taxes

Want to take our guns

Dictate what moral choice is

Prohibit our fun

Jack up gas and claim it’s due to crisis

We can either walk, or pay the high prices

Farmers’ troubled with plowing land

You give with one, yet take with the other hand

Low Grade Credit with S&P

Head so far up your agenda you cannot see

You’re blind to the needs of the people you govern

Can’t compromise because you’re too damn stubborn

We the People, just pawns in this game of power

Rhetoric, lies, and scare tactics to make us cower

Have you forgotten who you work for?

You work for US!

Acting as if WE have no right to fuss

Do your job or get the Hell out!

You’re inept ~that’s no doubt

Never Forget:

A Revolutionary Right is certainly ours

To come and disassemble the White House of Cards

Our best interest should be yours

If it’s not, we’ll be happy to show you the door

And, don’t underestimate our passion within

We are bound and determined America will be Great once again!

 

Proud American & Tired of Bureaucratic Bull

Stephanie Ann Kinzel

January 1, 2013

 

 

 

 

MOTHER EARTH SPEAKS…

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MOTHER EARTH SPEAKS

 

Long ago

Beautiful and pure

Carefully created to sustain and endure

Every breath was fresh and clean

The most amazing thing ever seen

Animals were strong and wild

   Only the fittest survived

Oceans, mountains, and Rain Forests thrived

One day a creäture appeared

    On two limbs it walked

With rocks, arrows, and guns

    The animals they stalked

The creatures evolved and so did their tools

Invented machinery to make profit

     The pride of the two-legged fool

These creatures built cities

    With buildings high

Each day blowing emissions into

     Mother Earth’s eye

Drilling holes in her core

     Spilling oil in her ocean

Not realizing it set disaster in motion

Now,

Mother Earth’s foundation is shifting

      Her ocean a rage

The two legs are frantic

       Those buildings their cage

The bodies of their dead float by

Ears hear nothing but the sound of cries

Scientists explain

     Christians pray

The dead are dead no matter what they say

Quit polluting her air and the ocean so deep

Because what we are seeing…

       Is Mother Earth when she speaks!

Stephanie A. Kinzel

Please quit killing our ‘Mother’!!!!

WHEREVER GOVERNMENT MEET…

 

Wherever government meets…

 

 

Like the wind their lies endlessly blow

Mankind fell from my pedestal long ago

 

Rapist, murderers, liars and cheats

Crooked politicians wherever government meets

 

Families are riddled with hunger, struggle and strife.

A father loses his job, then takes his own life

 

That mother?

She tried to raise those three girls but it was no use

She could not see, they were being molested blinded by her drug abuse

 

Now, three more children are condemned to the streets

Yet, they are not discussed wherever government meets

 

For children, hunger, and society lost

Are never the topics of the day

War, control, and money are all their lips spray

 

It’s always their business what God you serve what you believe

It’s their job to dictate, it’s our job to concede

 

There are logical answers to the world’s suffering, bureaucracy, and red tape

But without confusion our wallets they could not rape

 

I say we stand up, don’t accept defeat

Then, one by one cast them out wherever voters’ meet

 

Stephanie A. Kinzel (2011, January 22)

STEPS…

STEPS…

 

Forgive you

Where would I start?

The hunger for justice has filled my heart

Since I was young you’ve haunted my dreams

You are still victimizing me –

Or so it seems

I pray and scream into the night

If only someone could make it right

But what you have done cannot be erased

The innocence you stole can never be replaced

 

Understand you –

There is no excuse!

I won’t accept annalistic theories for your abuse

I want you judged for your perverted desire

Tormented by the same in HELL”S FIRE!

 

Pity you –

Where was mine?

The night you raped me

You filthy swine

So –

Forgiveness, understanding, and pity you’ll never get from me

One day –

Your face I will no longer see…

(By Stephanie A. Kinzel)

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