Labor Lu
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Labor Lu
@laborlu.bsky.social
HATE free, OPPRESSION free, LIVE free, BRONZER free Writer.
This is a weird ass trophy—even for him
December 6, 2025 at 12:56 PM
November 24, 2025 at 9:20 PM
Brave Heroes
(Part 7)

We, the Needy People, numbering as many as grains of sand
Deserve heroes to defend our rights in our fair land

Listen to the endless foghorn
She beckons a memory of that Bible sworn.
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Brave Heroes
(Part 6)

Defend with hope, with valor, those in need
Or your brothers and sisters will be left to bleed.

In closing, don’t forget whom you serve
Not the mighty, not the powerful, not the greedy…
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Brave Heroes
(Part 5)

We sit alone, yet we are the Republic
The Rich purchase courts and Congress
We can only assume you have a plan
But continue to delay
To liberate this fair land
We won’t be here, instead, put away
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Brave Heroes
(Part 4)

Bury the dead, earned rights, friends and neighbors
By hijackers who laugh at misery enabled
You are The Brave, you are The Might, you are The Invincible
You have yet to lift a finger to keep us visible
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Brave Heroes
(Part 3)

Although Generals summoned to endure humiliation
Surprisingly received with silence, no retaliation

Lest hope be knowing that you are the Front Lines
Of removing demons who destroy repressed lives
You are hope, relief
Reasonable accountability has no place in grief
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Brave Heroes
Part 2

If only we knew what The Brave were thinking
Lest we hope our Thoughts reach that inkling
Of desperation, hopelessness, sadness
That can alleviate with simple resistance

Nonetheless Brave Ones who dictate
Know the Job to Protect Humble People’s Interest…
November 24, 2025 at 9:19 PM
THE FILES, a #Poem
Part 4

Although you hid
We. Know. What. You. Did.
November 13, 2025 at 9:36 PM
THE FILES, a #Poem
Part 3

And not heard only by those who sit on the left.

Our future is clear
Under a cloud of hidden secrets

A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears

We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.
November 13, 2025 at 9:36 PM
THE FILES a #Poem
Part 2

Can we abide by the desire to know
For those who need certainty
Of what appears as a show.

We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them

But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent…
November 13, 2025 at 9:36 PM
lol!
November 7, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Love your handle!
November 7, 2025 at 3:01 AM
Love your handle
November 7, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Maybe the E-files are in her podium. No one would look for it there.
October 20, 2025 at 10:38 PM
Black Robes. #poetry
Part 5

Human Rights will longer exist
Freedom belongs to the elite and those who submit
What use will you be, Black Robes, when oppression is said and done
You’ll serve no purpose, so be gone.
October 17, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Black Robes #poetry
Part 4

Cowardly acts prevail
Until the Brave step up
Against the corruption
Tearing our great nation apart

Why sellout your institution
For a buck or video proof in a file
Will you be discovered
As one of those pedo—?

Contd…
October 17, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Black Robes #poetry
Part 3

Cowards snatch Our Rights away
Leaving us confused and in disarray

Their future is certain
Their history is written
The tyrant and his robed subjects
Their actions unsuccessfully hidden

Contd…
October 17, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Black Robes. #poetry
Part 2

Collectively they confer
Law degree a waste and absurd
We know how they’ll rule
Rights of the Constitution blurred

To steal basic Human Rights
Free Speech among them
Earned history by brave, righteous men

Cont’d
October 17, 2025 at 1:08 AM
Our future is clear
Under a cloud of hidden secrets,
A place of denial, darkness and evil
We open our eyes to forget our fears
We lean in to listen for the inevitable surprise
That day when all doubt dies.

Although you hid
We. Know. What. You. Did.
October 10, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Of what appears as a show.

We can’t see them
We can’t touch them
We can’t read them
We can’t witness them

But we hear about the escapades
Even if our ears are deaf
We listen to screams of the innocent
And not heard only by those who sit on the left. (Cont’d)
October 10, 2025 at 12:52 AM