Activism is not dead.
I can stab people with my
words
My tongue and my pen are
like sharp swords
The truth-seeker will
never stop questioning
Because one's mind always
in the mode of wondering
The betrayed people shut
their mouths and look away
They'd leave the area to
move to somewhere far away
My heart pounding with the
very fast but orderly rhythms
I got soul and the music
with the loud passionate drums
I grew up win California
and got the education about freedom
Sex Pistols, NOFX, to my
current favorite, Berny's „Za Dom“
Democracy no longer exists
without the security checking us
If you own a knife,
probably you'd get caught before the use
I use my camera for the
evidence collecting and the documentary films
And I keep my words in the
film for the memory of my claims
My words stab people with
the critical hits
The sensation is more than
a banging by my bare fists
Peaceful protesting to the
cutting-edge literature
I'd rather be the Thought
Criminal with blight new future
Punk is not dead, it was
the slogan from the 70s.
For the new millennium,
I'd act like ever-20s.
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My new poetry book is almost ready for the publication. I'm looking a better publisher now. I'd post the link here for the people who want to read these political peoms and some passionate ones.
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