Politics
Do you think they all lie
And not tell us the truth
Making me want to cry
You must be a sleuth
To figure out the falsehoods
Because they all tell them
Ruining our neighborhoods
Thinking we are dumb
Immigration
Too many immigrants are not good
Especially when we have laws
We have known since childhood
But it supports their cause
Build a wall
And enforce the statutes
Construct welcoming halls
And perform interviews
Teach them English
And United States history
What skills do they distinguish
And they will not be a mystery
Who are these people
Why do they come free
Make them townspeople
So we welcome them with glee
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Poor
Too many impoverished and poor
Not earning enough to live
Live in grandeur
Or even to thrive
Why
Why can they not make a living
Where they can be healthy and spry
Is it our fault for giving
And not making them earn with grit
But there should be a safety net
But not permanent dependence
Where they act like a house pet
Giving too much
And not making them earn it
We gave many a crutch
With too much dependance
Healthcare
People deserve healthcare
Which does not make them broke
But I must swear
It is just a big joke
Redo the healthcare borders
Allowing it throughout the nation
Not prescribed to regional areas or orders
Or to a persons credit station
Putting people in debt
So they can be healed
Is a poor bet
Leading to the paupers field
Every problem can be fixed
If people want them fixed
Do politicians want them fixed
Or do they want bank accounts fixed
Lobbyist protecting their turf
Paying out gigantic sums
While we all burst
Fighting over the crumbs
Everyday people are left with poor choices
And listening to politicians is a waste
Because they do not listen to our voices
Leaving me with a bad taste
Category: Conrad Birmngham
Injustice
Injustice
What is injustice
Do we really know
Or is it trust us
Just go with the flow
The flow of slavery
Was the cry
Requiring bravery
Resulting in many to die
A Civil War
Many killed
On Americas shore
The Union fulfilled
A mighty victory
Freeing the slaves
Lincolns valedictory
Following him to the grave
Abortion a cry today
Millions killed before they are born
A legal fray
America torn
Do unborn have rights
Or they live beings
Shining living lights
With thoughts and feelings
Many do not think so
But they thought that long ago
Slaves had no ability to grow
Grow their intelligence past Jim Crow
Unable to vote
Unable to own
Unable to integrate
Unable to relate
But they were alive
And they were given birth
A dream to strive
On this earth
But not the aborted
Never given a chance
Their lives thwarted
Before given a chance to dance
Dance with breath
Dance with a cry
Dance with a hug
Dance with a kiss
Why
Why do they not matter
Abortion is a lie
It is not a womans right
A baby in the womb
Is a God given life
Give the unborn a chance to bloom
And end this strife
Seek the justice
A living human being deserves
Our consciousness should confront us
And upset our nerves
Our nerves need to tingle
And know what is true
A fetus is a living human
Just like me and you
On Trampled Ground
Over Trampled Ground
Visit and enjoy
But what is it
Just a clever decoy
A tourist pit
Not songs of old
Beautiful places of the unknown
Or stories told
Of luscious home grown
But overcrowded masses
Seeing what is made for them
Looking through tourist glasses
The not authentic ho hum
What was
Is gone
A faux pas
Just a yawn
Days long ago
When it was exquisite
A local partisan show
With sentiment and eloquence
An old charm
With genuine people
Living simply with no alarm
On the side of the steep hill
Vineyards and orchards
Olives and grapes
With no ill words
Living with what it takes
To be simple
And kind
With no one to swindle
Or steal you blind
But today
There are plenty
Battling the fray
Too many
In these tourist traps
Marketed as something special
But just ridiculous scraps
On a monetary hijacked vessel
Barometric Pressure
Barometric Pressure As the pressure drops Like a stone from a tower My health flops By each minute and hour I lock up Slowing down Drinking my death cup I flounder and drown Unable to function Unable to comprehend Unable to function Unable to live A robotic zombie Floating along Unstable and wonky This is my song A song of lostness A song of worthlessness A song of smallness A song of nervousness How long will this go on This morbid journey Until my symptoms are gone And I am back in lifes tourney Functioning normal Thinking and talking Not feeling abnormal Functioning and walking Living a normal life A life of normality No continuous strife Just a life of vitality Once again I am patient and await The barometric train To steam forward reducing its weight Arriving at my station Which it always does Creating a new period of gestation And my symptoms fizz I walk and wake from my stupor As the train passes Slowly reducing my stooper Not slow and thick as molasses But normal and bright Clear headed My symptoms in flight Completely broken and shredded Back in the living Where life is good Another season of thanksgiving Living as I should
Barometric Pressure Nightmare
This is my latest book. It is personal. I suffer greatly when the barometric pressure drops.
When the atmospheric pressure drops, it influences my body. The swollen tissue presses against my joints, making them very painful and difficult to move. My arthritis in the ankle and right and left legs from knee and hip replacements and my eleven blood clots make it even worse when the barometric pressure changes. Blood flow is reduced due to constricted veins, which result in dizziness and confusion. When this happens, I become lethargic, not wanting to talk or socialize. This leads to me becoming grumpy and gruff.
Barometric Pressure Nightmare