T.H. Rogers
@authorth-rogers.bsky.social
Poet with a passion for politics. Reader of worlds, seeker of truth. Words are my revolution. 📚✍️
Macklemore’s new song is here—watch the full video on yt.
February 14, 2025 at 1:12 AM
Macklemore’s new song is here—watch the full video on yt.
Y’all ever heard of a plutocratic coup? It’s when a billionaire takes over a country—not with guns, but by manipulating government systems, financial controls, and policies to serve themselves while skipping over democracy.
And uh… Elon is literally doing that right now, and no one’s stopping him.
And uh… Elon is literally doing that right now, and no one’s stopping him.
February 4, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Y’all ever heard of a plutocratic coup? It’s when a billionaire takes over a country—not with guns, but by manipulating government systems, financial controls, and policies to serve themselves while skipping over democracy.
And uh… Elon is literally doing that right now, and no one’s stopping him.
And uh… Elon is literally doing that right now, and no one’s stopping him.
The Line We Draw
Some cross deserts with hope in their hands,
While others won’t cross where mercy demands.
It’s not walls or borders that make us great,
But the choice to love over fear and hate.
Some cross deserts with hope in their hands,
While others won’t cross where mercy demands.
It’s not walls or borders that make us great,
But the choice to love over fear and hate.
January 28, 2025 at 3:51 PM
The Line We Draw
Some cross deserts with hope in their hands,
While others won’t cross where mercy demands.
It’s not walls or borders that make us great,
But the choice to love over fear and hate.
Some cross deserts with hope in their hands,
While others won’t cross where mercy demands.
It’s not walls or borders that make us great,
But the choice to love over fear and hate.
Let Their Voices Be Heard: Use TheShotline.org to allow Gun Violence Victims to Speak Directly to Your Reps.
www.theshotline.org#send-a-call
www.theshotline.org#send-a-call
The Shotline
We are using AI to bring back the voices of children who have been lost to gun violence so that they can call on Congress to make change.
www.theshotline.org
January 22, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Let Their Voices Be Heard: Use TheShotline.org to allow Gun Violence Victims to Speak Directly to Your Reps.
www.theshotline.org#send-a-call
www.theshotline.org#send-a-call
Reposted by T.H. Rogers
Take back your attention.
January 21, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Take back your attention.
Trump’s comeback is a threat to democracy, justice, and progress. We can’t afford apathy-resist the chaos, fight for equality, protect the planet, defend our future. America deserves leaders, not demagogues. Stand up. Speak out. Act now. #ResistTrump
January 21, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Trump’s comeback is a threat to democracy, justice, and progress. We can’t afford apathy-resist the chaos, fight for equality, protect the planet, defend our future. America deserves leaders, not demagogues. Stand up. Speak out. Act now. #ResistTrump
First, we went from Twitter to Bluesky. Now we’re going from TikTok to RedNote. Guess banning vibes just reroutes them? Classic U.S. government—cut the cord, forget the Wi-Fi. Anyways, see y’all on RedNote, I guess. #TikTokBan #RedNote
January 13, 2025 at 8:00 PM
First, we went from Twitter to Bluesky. Now we’re going from TikTok to RedNote. Guess banning vibes just reroutes them? Classic U.S. government—cut the cord, forget the Wi-Fi. Anyways, see y’all on RedNote, I guess. #TikTokBan #RedNote
Allow me to rephrase: “It must be a fragile system if it can be brought down by an app.”
January 13, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Allow me to rephrase: “It must be a fragile system if it can be brought down by an app.”
The end of a year is a bittersweet farewell, a quiet burial of dreams unfulfilled and moments lost. Yet in the first breath of the next, we plant the seeds of hope, daring to believe that the future holds the courage we lacked, the joy we missed, and the strength to try again.
January 1, 2025 at 6:05 AM
The end of a year is a bittersweet farewell, a quiet burial of dreams unfulfilled and moments lost. Yet in the first breath of the next, we plant the seeds of hope, daring to believe that the future holds the courage we lacked, the joy we missed, and the strength to try again.
Luigi Mangione’s alleged act wasn’t just a crime — it was a loaded message: ‘Deny. Defend. Depose.’ When the system treats lives as profit margins, rage stops asking for permission.
December 9, 2024 at 10:31 PM
Luigi Mangione’s alleged act wasn’t just a crime — it was a loaded message: ‘Deny. Defend. Depose.’ When the system treats lives as profit margins, rage stops asking for permission.
Some CEO said they get paid so much because their lives are in danger.
No, sir, your life’s in danger because your greed has no limit. 😂😂
No, sir, your life’s in danger because your greed has no limit. 😂😂
December 6, 2024 at 6:52 AM
Some CEO said they get paid so much because their lives are in danger.
No, sir, your life’s in danger because your greed has no limit. 😂😂
No, sir, your life’s in danger because your greed has no limit. 😂😂
"Deny, Defend, Depose"
A leech in gold, his crown vile,
He fed on pain, heaped high in piles.
Three bullets screamed, their fury loud:
Deny the sick he left to shroud.
Defend the rot, his throne of lies.
Depose the bastard—let him die!
Let fire rise, let tyrants fall,
His fate a lesson to them all.
A leech in gold, his crown vile,
He fed on pain, heaped high in piles.
Three bullets screamed, their fury loud:
Deny the sick he left to shroud.
Defend the rot, his throne of lies.
Depose the bastard—let him die!
Let fire rise, let tyrants fall,
His fate a lesson to them all.
December 6, 2024 at 6:40 AM
"Deny, Defend, Depose"
A leech in gold, his crown vile,
He fed on pain, heaped high in piles.
Three bullets screamed, their fury loud:
Deny the sick he left to shroud.
Defend the rot, his throne of lies.
Depose the bastard—let him die!
Let fire rise, let tyrants fall,
His fate a lesson to them all.
A leech in gold, his crown vile,
He fed on pain, heaped high in piles.
Three bullets screamed, their fury loud:
Deny the sick he left to shroud.
Defend the rot, his throne of lies.
Depose the bastard—let him die!
Let fire rise, let tyrants fall,
His fate a lesson to them all.
Wishing you a wonderful belated Thanksgiving! Here's to gratitude, good company, and a perfectly crafted cranberry Manhattan to keep the celebrations going!
November 29, 2024 at 10:10 PM
Wishing you a wonderful belated Thanksgiving! Here's to gratitude, good company, and a perfectly crafted cranberry Manhattan to keep the celebrations going!
Passing by
Happiness is a stranger
I wave to from across the street.
It never stops,
never sees me.
Maybe it’s my fault
for standing still.
Happiness is a stranger
I wave to from across the street.
It never stops,
never sees me.
Maybe it’s my fault
for standing still.
November 26, 2024 at 5:36 AM
Passing by
Happiness is a stranger
I wave to from across the street.
It never stops,
never sees me.
Maybe it’s my fault
for standing still.
Happiness is a stranger
I wave to from across the street.
It never stops,
never sees me.
Maybe it’s my fault
for standing still.
For Palestine
A child calls out—
her voice lost in the smoke,
homes swallowed by ash.
The earth trembles,
the sky weeps,
and the world looks away.
Dreams lie in ruins,
hope clings to the edges of silence.
Yet Palestine rises—
scarred, unbroken,
its courage louder
than the world’s indifference.
A child calls out—
her voice lost in the smoke,
homes swallowed by ash.
The earth trembles,
the sky weeps,
and the world looks away.
Dreams lie in ruins,
hope clings to the edges of silence.
Yet Palestine rises—
scarred, unbroken,
its courage louder
than the world’s indifference.
November 25, 2024 at 4:08 PM
For Palestine
A child calls out—
her voice lost in the smoke,
homes swallowed by ash.
The earth trembles,
the sky weeps,
and the world looks away.
Dreams lie in ruins,
hope clings to the edges of silence.
Yet Palestine rises—
scarred, unbroken,
its courage louder
than the world’s indifference.
A child calls out—
her voice lost in the smoke,
homes swallowed by ash.
The earth trembles,
the sky weeps,
and the world looks away.
Dreams lie in ruins,
hope clings to the edges of silence.
Yet Palestine rises—
scarred, unbroken,
its courage louder
than the world’s indifference.
Unseen
We carry wars beneath our skin,
our smiles shields for fragile hearts.
The world demands strength,
never asks the weight.
But you are more—
the story, the scar,
the quiet fire within.
Even in silence, you blaze.
Even unseen, you matter.
You are everything they miss.
We carry wars beneath our skin,
our smiles shields for fragile hearts.
The world demands strength,
never asks the weight.
But you are more—
the story, the scar,
the quiet fire within.
Even in silence, you blaze.
Even unseen, you matter.
You are everything they miss.
November 25, 2024 at 3:48 PM
Unseen
We carry wars beneath our skin,
our smiles shields for fragile hearts.
The world demands strength,
never asks the weight.
But you are more—
the story, the scar,
the quiet fire within.
Even in silence, you blaze.
Even unseen, you matter.
You are everything they miss.
We carry wars beneath our skin,
our smiles shields for fragile hearts.
The world demands strength,
never asks the weight.
But you are more—
the story, the scar,
the quiet fire within.
Even in silence, you blaze.
Even unseen, you matter.
You are everything they miss.
There’s a thread running through us all,
thin as a whisper,
strong as a storm.
You’ve felt it—
in a stranger’s smile,
in the quiet before dawn,
in the beauty we try to ignore.
It doesn’t ask for much,
only that we pause,
look up,
and remember:
we are alive
inside the fleeting grace of this world.
November 25, 2024 at 3:08 PM
There’s a thread running through us all,
thin as a whisper,
strong as a storm.
You’ve felt it—
in a stranger’s smile,
in the quiet before dawn,
in the beauty we try to ignore.
It doesn’t ask for much,
only that we pause,
look up,
and remember:
we are alive
inside the fleeting grace of this world.