The Million Dollar Poetry Project

to me it’s not a popularity contest

by Wolfgang Nibori

an erruption of bold and vibrant spirit, spraying colors across
a dark ceiling of far off stars burning cold and lonely
boom after thunderous boom of declarations of individuality
coming together as a glowing palette to prove that even differences
often compliment their own polar opposites
a night sky stretched over a wide land rich with promise
a land scarred by the same troubles as anywhere else
a land rich in the fundamental building blocks of civilization
this place where the sky’s become a gateway to worlds unseen
where we worship the same ladder we work to uphold
some of us climb, some of us crash, many of us do both
for all the ugly scars to be expected, all the clear faults
i know of no place else i’d rather stand at stare up
at the neon announcement that our hope yet refuses to die!

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up our sleeves

by Wolfgang Nibori

never have i been troubled by my own fervent support of my people
never have i questioned the value of the soil i live from
while politics pollute everything, patriotism isn’t measured in votes
nor contributions, nor salutes, nor bumper stickers and jazzy slogans
patriotism cannot be seen for it exists within our flesh shells
patriotism remains the intangible drive to defend not land, but people
in its mature form its a deep realization that death beats slavery
without firearms, we have hands and we have voices and our own plans
a spirit can be derided, downplayed, mocked and totally disregarded
yet no force on Earth can conquer spirit, human or otherwise
when all else fails it’s our true Ace in the Hole

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