I spend my days living
In a fantasy world of electronic dreams
Created to blind my continence
Delude my emotional state
Toward Sympathy for shadows
Smoke and mirror aspirations
Created personalities meant to
Mislead, to control , to extract a
Fiduciary future
Phantom feelings
Lies of verbose deed
Repetitious sentiment
Regurgitated in Redundant fashion
To elicit desire
To elicit action
As they electronically whisper their solidarity
Promise their love
The demons of the matrix
And, I but one of their charges
Damned in my belief
That their illusions
Were never
Real
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Genocidal Justification
Lost in ideology
Hypothetical hypocrisy
Holding your moral flag high
In the face of righteous indignation
To justify misdeeds in the name of societal solidity
As calls for genocide are framed as righteous
But, only if it’s one sided
We are left to ponder the value of a people
Or a thought that can so easily justify
Bloodshed in the name of a religion
While discounting an entire people
Terror from on high or terror in the streets
What constitutes morality if you can use those you represent as a ward against retribution?
If life means so little how can you claim
A moral superiority?
To create the very bloodshed of the ones
You claim to defend, are you the really protecting anyone at all?
Accept your own agenda?
People reduced to cattle to be herded, used
Their lives nothing but expendable for political gains.
Tell me how your cause is just as you murder, hurt, rape and maim
You attack , then blame victims for your actions
Narcissistic to the extreme
As you gaslight the world to agree
That your barbarism was justified
As you demonize those you brutalized
Toxic in the extreme
Like an abusive spouse shouting to justify your means
You only show the true darkness in your souls
As the victims fight back you can’t
Hold your moral high ground
And trumpet your righteous actions
When first it was their blood you spilled on the ground.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
We Stand
I am the one that the Marxist hate
Because I’m White, not racist
They try, to blame me, but they can’t
Americans are family, race isn’t a thing
I follow an idea, called freedom,
With it’s statutes given by God
Spelled out in the Constitution
I believe in the Oath
I believe in the Flag
I support those who have stood
As our vanguard, defending our
beliefs, their souls our bulwark
Their lives our legacy of Freedom
Our colors don’t run, our Liberty
The shield that defends our honor
Though, you may hate our history
You will witness, us Standing in
The end, you may think you succeeded
In squelching the ideas we espouse
But, as the smoke begins to clear
You See us on one knee, your victory
Taken, as you hear us, as one voice
Echoing Amen..
We rise as one, and now the real fight
Has just begun.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Hidden Secret
Funny, how control takes so many
forms
The girl next door, the teachers who
pretend they have authority, yet just
indoctrinated
The coach who threatened to destroy
your future
Control
Just the secret, no one sees yet it is right
in front of you
Everything, is meant to imprison you
Your body, your heart, your mind, your will
The prison is the world, believe what your
told…Control
Believe, your heart, learn what you are taught
do what you are told
Control
Physical Love is all there is, the Physical world is all that there is
Control
Believe what the church says,
Control
Except, the program you have been given
Control
You are Free, remember that, You are Free
Control…
Slave.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
