Poet Facing Execution for Poetry

A poet in Saudi Arabia is facing execution for poems that the authorities consider ‘apostasy’ the ‘crime’ of leaving the faith and in this case allegedly ‘promoting atheism’. As most of my followers are poets, I imagine you’ll all want to sign. What if we reached half a million signatures instead of the target of 50000?
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Planning and Execution

Job applications
Send them off into the ether
And never hear back
Or get interviewed and rejected
Time and time again
Criminal record to back you up
No way out of it this time
Time to be certain and strong
Time to remain on the uplink
You must build and rebuild
Build portfolios and expertise
Build all with a presence
Rhyme it with timers
Recover ideas
Gather together on the wall
See what can be seen
When we get the computer back
The sky the limit
But time must be divided
All in proper measure
To each project a portion

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A Leaf and a Little (Non-Linear Poem)

Collecting drops of destruction
Dreaming of the stars
Execution of the faithful
Visibility is low
But I see into the heart
Piloting your vessel down the canal
Spendthrift
A time to head North
Some dream and some die
A leaf and a little, a little and a leaf
The fallen go to their graves
In the sleep of death
Antimatter piles up in the tubes
Growing with the weather
The throngs of the elves grow spirited
A pound for a penny you traded
Slipping into the dock
One piece of mind to close,
Non serviam
Dreaming of everlasting deities
You sift through the plots of the aliens
Illuminating the violence of the age
Temujin sweeps out of the East
And no one hears your cries
When you walk into the gloaming,
Although not going to see the Oracle,
Sharply divided
Awake to the eyes of the trees
Talking aloud to the spirits
The Wicked Witch of the West
You fall into the the pit
There are stars within

Conflict (semi-non-linear verse #1 12-21)

The queen kindly requests

Your execution

Eyeliner will be provided

On fire and insane

Sticks and stones

We run in circles

May break my bones

In time to the beating

Of the tambourine

On the campaign stump

The beasts stomp the Earth

Making their presence known

Quiet,

Like a tornado

Battle set-to, one-two-three

Bring your monsters

We’ll bring ours

A great show for all to see

I jump on the band wagon

Your cloak tears,

Betraying your purpose

But words can wound me deeply

And all your glory

Emerges with wings

Out of the dusky cocoon

Dying of roses

The petals drifting down

Like mustard gas

Arrack!

Let us not be silent

But clap

For the victor