Raps
- Clare Rosenfield
HYPOCRISY
by the “Nana who raps instead of naps”
Hypocrisy
Autocracy
Undoing all democracy
All ‘cause you cannot seem to face
Putting self in another’s place
Like pregnant women in dire straits
You claim some power to control their fates
But won’t let doctors vaccinate
‘cause that for you controls YOUR fate.
You think the unborn it’s wrong to halt
But baby wolves you’ll kill to a fault
And go to battle and kill full adults
And make of guns full-scale cults.
Why don’t you look at all this stuff?
This hypocritical alt-right bluff?
You couldn’t care less for women’s rights,
You only care for bullying and fights.
Well, time is up for hypocrites
‘cause women are done with your hissy fits.
We make up half the human race,
Without a mother you’d lack a face,
You’d lack a body, a life on earth.
It’s up to HER, your earthly birth.
And every birth is HER own choice.
She owns her body and her voice
And you do not, do not, do NOT.
Women’s rights aren’t sold or bought.
If you are Taliban or Texan,
Your bullying is just as vexing,
Imposing your will onto me
Forgetting that each one is free.
Just like you who refuse the mask,
Protecting all is all we ask,
But why do you say NO to that?
Because it feels imposed and flat.
So can you FEEL how women feel
When you all claim to take the wheel
And put controls on someone’s life
And cause great pain and untold strife?
If you believe this land to be
The “Land of the brave” and of the “free,”
Then take your mitts off others’ lives
And go back inside your own beehives
And contemplate the wrong you’ve done
By trying to armtwist everyone.
And make amends and a new day
When all of us, we all can say:
I respect you and you respect me
And let us all vow to agree
That all of us all equally
Deserve to be, just to be just free,
Free to be you, free to be me,
Whoppee!
“ELECTILE DYSFUNCTION”
(A term borrowed with permission from Swami Beyondandanda)
How can we
Ban the he-man style dictatorship
Exploder-ship
The kid who’s wrecked our mother-ship
Not just our nation and disgusted our notion
Of what a democracy should be
A denier of O say can you see
The Constitution in shreds, contusion and confusion
And the courts of law
Heehaw he’ll draw
His own line in the sand all planned
Thanks to his lies ‘cuz he defies
The truth
Flies in its face
It’s a disgrace
It’s a real case
For disqualifying
A predator from days of yore a dinosaur
Who marched on shore
Crashed in a door
And dropped the floor
Out from the pundits
Who had fun till it was no joke
To poke a hole in all his arguments
All substance-free
But then there’s those who care to follow
And to wallow and go ga-ga over a celebrity
Who has no care for you or me
Who wants the throne to own
And blab forth his uneducated predicated form of dessicated spiel
O the weal of our well-being
Is on the chopping block
No talk can stop it
Just the voting booth
Forsooth let’s let Congress find out the truth
Yes urge it do due diligence
And send him hence
For impeachable offenses
For which there’s no defenses
A clear and present danger
An enemy of the stranger
A provocateur
Who continually creates a stir
What if he does cause a war?
What for? What for?
Where’s old style diplomacy?
Where’s poise and meritocracy?
Where’s calm collaboration
With all the nations
Who want peace
Who want these threats to cease?
Which lead to regrets
For lack of reason
It feels like treason
A pall’s appalling
Calling all of us
To stand up strong
Speak in a throng
Speak up! Speak out!
The people’s clout
To strike him out
This ain’t no game
To play with shame
Upon our country’s reputation
For voters’ poor miscalculation
So now’s the time
For us to climb
Up to the height
And light a light
Not for the Alt-Right
But for the True Right
And bring this country
Turned round right
We’ve got a lot of work to do!
Whew!
FORCED MARRIAGE
Forced marriage
It’s a miscarriage of justice
A must for us to protest
To stop the pest
The pestilence of forcing
Coercing
Immersing the unwilling
Into fulfilling a parent’s will or
Be killed
It’s still a sin that’s commonplace
In East and West it’s in your face
Do you see it or do you flee it?
Will you be its opponent and
Own it? it’s not fiction
It’s an addiction
Of a belief system
A thief system
Stealing human rights
Of girls who set their sights
On living life their own way
Not victimized by daddy’s way
Who says do as I say or die
His mind has surely gone awry
That’s got to go
It needs a blow
To naming honor
As the stigma of dishonor
What her father wants
And so he flaunts
His right to force
With no remorse
“Do what you oughtta”
But she says “I gotta
Get outa there
Legally and instantly
Give a shout not bear
The pain of shame
It’s not right
To blame me
Or shame me
For wanting to live
My very own life
And not be the wife
Of an unwanted guy
Or face the knife
Of my father
Or brother
Or uncle
Or mother”
Something’s really wrong
And no rhyme or song
Can right this wrong
Without throngs of wise ones
Women and men
With the stroke of the pen
Make illegal this force
Until it’s taken its course
And come to an end
So all will befriend
The suffering one
To suffer no more
She can breathe once more
Feel safe once again
Feel protected from men
Who would hurt or force her
Into a corner
So thank God for Britain
Which has clearly laws written
To ban these marriages
Which true justice miscarriages
And instead to criminalize
Such immoralities and lies
All such acts which would end
In the death of a friend
So instead of cowtowing
She can choose not to bow down
And live her own life
And halt all the strife
Over honor/dishonor
And be free
Whoppee!
FRACKING IT
Something’s really wrong
And no rhyme or song
Can right this wrong
Without throngs of wise ones
Women and men
With the stroke of the pen
Make illegal this force
Until it’s taken its course
And come to an end
So all will befriend
The suffering one
To suffer no more
She can breathe once more
Feel safe once again
Feel protected from men
Who would hurt or force her
Into a corner
So thank God for Britain
Which has clearly laws written
To ban these marriages
Which true justice miscarriages
And instead to criminalize
Such immoralities and lies
All such acts which would end
In the death of a friend
So instead of cowtowing
She can choose not to bow down
And live her own life
And halt all the strife
Over honor/dishonor
And be free
Whoppee!
Something’s really wrong
And no rhyme or song
Can right this wrong
Without throngs of wise ones
Women and men
With the stroke of the pen
Make illegal this force
Until it’s taken its course
And come to an end
So all will befriend
The suffering one
To suffer no more
She can breathe once more
Feel safe once again
Feel protected from men
Who would hurt or force her
Into a corner
So thank God for Britain
Which has clearly laws written
To ban these marriages
Which true justice miscarriages
And instead to criminalize
Such immoralities and lies
All such acts which would end
In the death of a friend
So instead of cowtowing
She can choose not to bow down
And live her own life
And halt all the strife
Over honor/dishonor
And be free
Whoppee!
Fracking it’s whacking
It’s common sense lacking
How the way to get gas
Is to slice the earth’s ass
A mile across and a mile deep
Polluting the waters and killing the peep
Who live near it
Who hate to hear it
Who are clear it’s sheer
Nonsensical
Disastrical impractical
The ground it quakes
Yes many quakes
In states
Ten Lives of the Buddha: Siamese Temple Painting and Jataka Tales by Elizabeth Wray, Clare Rosenfield, and Dorothy Bailey. (1972-05-03)