poem thing, imagery 

silence the voice
rejoice don't remorse, endorse
every single source, enforce
complete your course, use all your force
then no longer will you hear the voice,

don't mourn once your done
rest a sure you will explore,
a world thats all yours, and much more

streets turn into golden floors
hoods become diamond stores

this world is full of open doors
options, opportunities, and no wars
just open your eyes, realize
the world is what you make it

don't starve from starvation
stop with the hesitation, this is your nation
spread good like if its contagious
show you courageous, dedication
dont listen to the people that call you an abomination
cause in this world your just as important as obama to our nation.  

by William Butler Yeats

'In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.' -Thomas Mann How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.

The Sentence

by Anna Akhmatova

And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live again—

Unless . . . Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house