I have a question
What did they do
In the 1930s
To cause them to target you?
See, nothing happens for no reason
You can follow the lines
That lead from just minor opposition
To a nation taking lives
Back stories are important
Because they shed light on the lies
They show why those people did that
Why did they choose to take your lives
Whole nations don’t go crazy
They were incited into their crimes
But if you did nothing
My question is, why?
Why did a world war rage
Thousands losing their lives
What did you do
To incite that
Genocide?

Now, there is the Middle East
With people on both sides
How can you tell whose right
Whose wrong
When both sides are alike?
You call the world a Goyim
You call the world a Infidel
As you both claim the right
To genocide
You show history was a lie
Written by the Victor
As every nation that wins a war often do
Both sides are the same
That’s the final message
I’ll leave with
You

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

I don’t know what it’s meant to be
Why do you say you love me
I send messages to you
Just silence ensued

I don’t know why I do
Care about you
When it’s plain to see
You don’t care about me

I’m forced to be
A friend zone freak
You’re there only when you need
Something from me

But you don’t need me
Im only there to feed
Your ego, you see
As you use me

Lost in a haze of your need
But it’s not about me
When the silence ensues
I’m left a friendzone freak

The truth I see
As you ghost me
The facts are clear now to me
I’m just a friendzone freak.

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Lost in a  red war
With a blue enemy
I’m standing here with Tulsi
And Elon
Donald and JD
Said we are going to fix it
And drain it
Show me the American dream
On TV
We will drill it
Build it
A new era just for me
Getting rid of the illegals
Fraudsters
Wokesters
Changes that I will see
Gas gonna get cheaper
Eggs cheaper
More jobs just wait and see
We will be winning
If we don’t lose
With Soros coming after me
As my blue friends
Lose their minds
And burn my EV
We wanted to save it
Renew it
Constitution back to what it used to be
The opposition
They want to resist it
Lose it
As the Globalist rob me
Told me about Islands
And lists
Celebrities running that hate me
I had a red dream
With my blue friends
Its all red, white, and blue to me
Will we lose?
Will we win?
It’s all the same in the end
If we are not together
But divided
No one wins
Think about it when you are gloating
Or burning
Or screaming on TV
Did you win?
Did you lose?
Looks the same
To
Me

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

I am so damn poor
Is it wrong to want the American dream
Not to live on the street
While illegals get given some more
I watched my friends fail
I watched as they lost some more
It’s tough when you ain’t got
Told you are unfortunate
As the government spends more
While you are so damn poor
The right says it’s getting better
The left burns another Tesla store
None of it means a damn thing
When your homeless
Without food
Because you told you didn’t work hard enough
That’s why you are so damn poor
Guess I should have learned more in school
Or was born with the golden spoon
But it’s day to day
Nothing changes
When you are
Hungry
When you are
So damn poor
People come, say they will help
People go
You have become a burden, youself

That’s what your told
Because you are hurt and old
And
Because you are so damn
Poor

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Lost in the moment
I’m mad at myself
As I watched , they burned it
Standing amazed at the control
The Globalist had over the fools
Feeble minded who listen to criminals
As they stole their future
The idiots of humanity
Burned their own cars
Own neighborhoods
Cursing those who showed them the truth
Uncovered the thievery
The blind ones cried foul
Demonized the messenger
Even as the message ruined them
They held their signs,
As their leader killed it
Killed the dream
A department at a time
Stealing until their was nothing left
Yet , the fools shouted their ire
As their world burned
In the colors of the Woke
Democracy
Died

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Hidden in plain sight
The lies and the fear
As Hollywood curses them
A Cadre of the damned
Who act to curse the innocent
Who witness their dialectic of demons
Promising salvation
As they drag you to hell
The shining angel they show distracts
From their devil horns
They feast on the innocent in private
Possessed by the devils of their own actions
Rape, kill, and cannabilize in the darkness
As they pretend to be human
In the light
Reviled in their own greatness
Wealth , prestige
Not seeing their own filth
And soul decay
As they dig their way to hell
One shovel full at a time
One performance at a time
Forging the chains
Of their own
Damnation.

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

I was born into this darkness
Where people stand for war
Killing the innocent
To get rich off their misery
A place where violence
Is warranted for exposing the deceit
I witnessed the devastation
Mental illness has wrought
As the so-called leaders encourage murder
To water their withered souls
Using the propaganda to fan the flames of discontent
As they try to kill the country
To kill freedom
To kill liberty
Feasting on their corpses
Cannibals of society
Demons of the Globalist Horde
Cursing common sense
As they spew their ideology of devils
Awash with the blood of the innocent
Your time will come
When you answer for your barbarism
Your brutality
In the name of power
Wealth
Position
The blood remains on your hands
It is the sign
The truth will come out
Regardless of the subterfuge
The fake hysteria
You damned yourself
A dollar at a time
An innocent butchered at a time
Everyone will witness your downfall
We will televise it
The demise of your agenda
Livestreamed
Just like you did
As you murdered the American dream
For profit
Psychopaths of the New Century
You wanted fame and recognition
You have made Mao proud
Lenin salutes you
Hitler gives you a standing ovation
As you tried to burn down the world
And
Depopulation of the planet.
That is the legacy
Of the Fallen
Who hides in plain sight
Hypocrite Heretics
Pretending to be angels
As they hide their devil wings
A legacy of evil
In the name of good
They stood for democracy
While they destroyed it
The darkness
Continues….

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

They spit on your flag
They spit on your way of life
They come to your country
With a murderous sight
They call you a bigot, a racist, a liar
They hate you for existing
As their religion guides their ire
They call themselves a victim
When their numbers are small
The demand Sharia when their majority sprawl
They take what is yours when they own the region
Kill in the name of Allah , you accept it like sheep
They are told to lie until they have power
Then they show you who they really are
And you see the truth in your final hour
They never immigrate
They only invade
You will see…
The symbol of the Crescent moon and star
When they end you on their blade

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

He is a man
I don’t have to compete for your attention
I don’t have to compete to prove I’m stronger
I don’t have to prove I’m a better lover
I don’t have to provide for you because of it
I was born a man
Unlike all you women, I was told not to show my emotions
I was told when I was hurt mentally , emotionally, or physically to walk it off and man up
All you women experienced love… while I had to just survive… alone
To understand my pain, you would have to walk a mile in my shoes
Though I don’t recommend it
Because we were born alone, grew up alone, worked alone, and even in families, we were alone
You judged us by our looks, our bodies , our jobs, our bank accounts,  and criticized our emotional maturity
Though if you had had to endure the road, we had to walk
You wouldn’t be here having this conversation with me. You would be dead
So the next time you look at a man and start to criticize him, remember  the life he has lived
Then have respect, for the path he  has  tread
The pain he has endured
As well as all the anguish he left unsaid
Just because
He is a man

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe

Contemplating the past
As I sit in my room alone
So many have died
So many I ve known
If you live long enough, you find
You see the errors that you’ve made
The wrong paths you tread with conviction
All the sadness,  all the pain
You see the actions you could have done
As your journey plays in your mind
You miss all the lovers , you had to leave behind
The gray in you beard, the gray in your hair
Reminds you nobody gets to remain here
You come for a season , you dwell for a time
Then you have to move on
Then you will wake a final time
Was it worth the effort?
Did you learn the lessons life taught?
Did you eventually grow wise?
Or did you waste the time given?
Waiting for death,
Spent your life ….
Just killing
Time

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe