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Poetry

In this Land

I live in a land that boasts its Christian values

Values it didn’t create, but did twist to its own whim and will

This is a place that hosts a multitude of races

Yet it’s natives are the minority’s with ever smaller growing territory,

I’m sorry family,

This land is filled with the descendants of immigrants

But it’s current leaders wish to expunge them like their parasites

In this land those with melanin have less rights than a fetus conceived through rape

It’s become harder to feed our kids than it is to Vape

Our land is the land of the free

Unless you’re talking of speech, expression or religion

Oh this land is so unique

This is the place where email location is more important than experience doing a job

Our flag proudly waves Red, White, (Black) and Blue

Especially if you let our cops use a baton or two

This is the land for you and me!

Wait that’s only if you don’t want skittles and tea

But you should seriously come to this land

Where even today there are systems in place to make you feel more beast than man

All of us no matter the color suffer the same fates

We’re citizens of these Great United States.
-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Dusting off…

It’s been a while since I picked up a penA long time since I used ink to sin

It’s time I stood up and fought

With the ultimate power, thought 

Or should I saw the power of knowledge 

Knowledge isn’t solely obtained in a college/

Sometimes a higher IQ belongs to a dealer in the street/

We’ve reached a time where the minds need to meet/

The scholar and the thug must join

A political tyrant threatens our education health and coin/

We need unity against the mental illness of racism/

Heroes to stand against fascism 

Warriors to defeat political bigotry

So our country can reclaim its dignity

It’s time to fight together against what they have in store/

For the betterment of our humanity, we go to war!
But only as a unified force will we succeed in bettering our land. Then and ONLY then will it be Great again.
Poetic Ice

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Poetry

The Holiday Spirit

broken-christmas

The Holiday Spirit has long since taken form

Not only becoming sentient but sadistic

Becoming an unholy menace enveloping you in a storm

Inducing emotions that corrosive and caustic

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since become malicious

Twisting your jolly joy into sadness and torment

Choosing now to abscond with your loved ones in ways most vicious

Making sure every time you see the colors of red and green you only lament

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since become a heinous being

Taking you through Hell, making you lose faith in Heaven

The loss would make you want to go on unseeing

Laughing manically as you even wondering if there is even a sentience in Heaven

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since forsaken us

It’s lost its luster, leaving a dark around your soul

Mourning our woeful losses is the holiday’s plan for us

The Holidays are a punishment meant to leave you less than whole

 

-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Angels rejoice, mortals mourn 

How are you supposed to feel

When the angels rejoice and the mortals mourn/

The seraphim welcome new members with zeal/

Yet the mortals aren’t to wallow in they scorn/

Their loved one is now free of pain

Yet I can’t look up and smile

The best I can do is yell your name as I cry in the rain/

Recovery is going to take a while

Powerless, devoid of strength, weak/

A piece of your heart has ascended

Knowing you can’t perpetuate life can make one meek/

Death puts cracks your hearts armor no matter how well defended/

Now the heavenly host has two saints looking down on us/

I should take comfort in that when I look up/

But I’d rather have you with us

Is that an idea so corrupt?

I’m just saying I miss you

But I’ve yet to say it aloud

If I do I accept life without you

I should man up and make you proud/

But I’m not strong enough yet I need time/

You would say things happen when the lord wills them

Normally that would quail my mind/

But it brings me rage and sadness and honestly I blame him/

I know that’s wrong

But it’s my emotions at the most raw/

I’m sorry lord but for now that’s my song/

A hurt hymn that calms my quivering jaw/

I’m searching for my solace as the angels rejoice/

Crying angrily as the mortals mourn/

It’s a part of life I must accept with no choice/

I miss my angels, and I’m torn…
Pray for us…. 

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