Hear The People

I wrote this poem in October of 1980. My astronomy professor in college was a big No Nukes freak and Einstein fan. He convinced me...


On one occasion, There came an invasion,
Without preparation,
On the People

They squirmed in frustration,
Cried of starvation,
Damned the duration,
Did the People.

A once sovereign nation,
Faced obliteration,
"God save your creation,"
Cried the People.

There was then a sensation,
Complete devastation,
No more evasion,
For the People.

The Ninth Revelation,
Einstein's equation,
Ensured elimination,
Beyond recreation,
Hear the people!

Hear the People?

No more People.

Copyright © October 1980
Kevin Mooney

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Stop The Drama

Stop the drama, Mr. Osama,
You're never gonna win.
One day God will find a way,
To payback all your sin.

The world's a better place you see,
As long as you're a refugee.
Good will win in the end,
Justice will prevail.

Stop the drama, Mr. Obama,
False promises you send.
We all pray for the day,
We all work again.

We've lost our hope and dignity,
Playing games of wait and see.
How much worse can worse be?
We shout to no avail.

Stop the drama, Mr. Osama,
We no longer care.
Your the face of Islamic disgrace,
Stir hate everywhere.

One day we will find you,
Huddled in your scorn.
That's when we'll remind you,
Of that September morn.

Stop the Drama, Mr. Obama,
Do what you foretold.
The politics make us sick,
The rhetoric's getting old.

We all want the wars to end,
Give us back our children.
Let God be the judge of them,
Do what's right and fair.

Stop the drama, Dalai Lama,
Can't we all be friends?
Find a way to take away,
The suffering of men.

Let us find peace of mind,
Help all heartbreaks mend.
We all search for better times,
Can't you tell us when?

Stop the drama, Mr. Obama,
Lead us back again.
Rise above like a dove,
In search of new dry land.

I suppose the man we chose,
Is not the one who won.
Don't give in and bow to those,
To whom you're bound to run.

Stop the drama, if you want to,
Be the best you can.
Faith's the cure to endure,
God is your best friend.

All our dreams and all our hopes
Struggles with which we all cope,
There's no better anecdote,
Then fortitude and prayer.

Seek salvation for our nation,
Prosperity and care.
Love thy neighbor without waver,
Know that God is there.



Copyright © October 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Trick or Treat

I'm a ghost that everyone can see,
A spiritual guise, a flesh tapestry.
A vaporous cloud of orgasmic debris,
A family's cursed plasmic monstrosity.

I'm a ghost no one wants to see,
Conspicuously disguised as the world wants me to be.
My parent's once proud scholastic delight,
Now a nightmare of disappointment and fright.

Every morning I wake and rise from bed,
Go through gyrations without words ever said.
My room is my haven, my cryptic lair,
I look in the mirror but nobody's there.

I float down halls and stay out of sight,
I lurk in the dark, avoid the light.
I am a shadow, a wisp of cold air.
Turn a corner and I might be there.

The masks that I wear are my own flesh and blood,
I'd shed my skin if only I could.
I cloak my identity, hide unaware,
I invoke anonymity with makeup and hair.

I haunt my oppressors, terrorize their sleep.
I am fraught with transgressions, its retributions I seek.
I'm distraught with beseechers that criticize and preach,
I'm fed up with teachers that do more than teach.

I am an apparition in most peoples' minds,
In perpetual transition, my soul left behind.
Torment's my legacy, my skin is my shroud,
I'm on a different frequency, shouting out loud.

My friends all fear me, my parents don't hear me,
Those I'm around can't stand to be near me.
Everyone looks and peers right through me.
Its the gawking and staring that always gets to me.

My parents don't beat me, mistreat me or speak to me.
They'd rather ignore me, deplore me than adore me.
It gets pretty lonely when there's no one to share,
The thoughts and emotions a lost soul has to bear.

I am a ghost both conscious and alive,
I live in most households just trying to survive.
A teenage ethereal being with no voice or dignity,
A vision worth seeing, a conspicuous reckoning.

So remember when you're out there on October 31st,
When you ring certain doorbells expect the worst.
Behind every door there may be laughter and screams,
Ghosts may be after more than candy it seems.

Count all your blessings, avoid spectral beings,
A spirit can mess with your hopes and your dreams.
Don't be surprised if the apparition you see,
Is one all too familiar this Halloween.

Trick or treat...



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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