Poetry by The Frontier Man
In halls of smoke, in screens of light,
The Empire wears a face so bright.
It smiles in films, in news it speaks,
Concealing well the pain it wreaks.
Yet listen close, you'll hear the cries,
Beyond the reach of public eyes,
of justice stolen, peace undone,
In countless lands under the sun.
They say it's normal, say it's fine,
The endless wars, a grand design.
But what of Yemen's children’s plea?
Iraqis’ deaths and poverty?
We’re taught to look, yet not to see
The Empire's hidden tyranny.
Beneath the mask, what horrors dwell,
In hidden vaults, we cannot tell.
Let's turn our gaze to what's been hid,
Unveil the truths the strong forbid
By breaking “norms”, we might reclaim
The normalcy of love's true name.
So point and say, "Look, there it is,"
Each hidden shame, each dark abyss.
For justice, love, and peace should reign—
Let’s pull Empire from its plane.
Dismantle myths and cast them down,
From Hollywood to every town.
Let’s learn the truths we didn’t hear
And see the world with eyes so clear.
For what's been normal can still change,
If our love expands its range.
So let's unmask Empire’s spin,
And build a world worth living in.
by The Frontier Man
In a land where liberty once took its stand,
Constitution’s word was the law of the land.
By the people, for them, or so was the plan,
Now, in shadows dark, these ideals are damned.
Truth was once our bright shining star,
Now the lies stretch both near and far.
Forgotten and lost, truth and trust,
Become outlaws, as facts turn to dust.
Deceptions unfurl, from whispers to gust,
As government cloaks us in web of mistrust.
A narrative shaped, deceptions so sly,
Blinding the nation’s public eye.
Wars without an end, under darkening sky,
True culprits in hiding, facing no outcry.
Privacy stolen, surveillance our bane,
Three letter agencies, freedom's dark stain.
Our trust, our faith, in democracy's name,
Eroded, corroded, in this covert game.
In the corners dark, they watch and they wait,
Rulers unknown, deciding our fate.
Yet in this dark realm, heroes arise,
Whistleblowers and journalists, cutting through lies.
Snowden, Assange, their lives’ sacrifice,
Truth ...
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In battle's fog and cannon's roar,
Where death is near, life's unsure.
Do we ignore the victims cries,
Or lift our gaze to spare their lives?
A wise man said with keen insight,
Some eyes are opened to the plight.
They see the pain that others bear,
A world of anguish, stark and bare.
Yet others choose to look away,
Ignoring those who plead and pray.
Their anger fueled, close their eyes
To demonize, and break all ties.
Amidst the death, our choice is stark,
To close our eyes, ignore the dark.
Or open hearts, and stop the plight,
That steals from life its precious light.
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by The Frontier Man
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