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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When Humanity Cries Message in my angry pen Peeps yearning for release To scrawl on white walls Venom from a ‘ball’ sting, Bane in an irate pen From a daring ken. I yearn to hug The Hague With stumps for hands Which were both chopped By some idiotic bandit- He’s on the Court file I’ve reason to smile! I’ll murmur woes of war Into the cockles of its ear Cut lips the Cross to kiss Iron taste of cold metal; Gone past pain of whips My lip chopped as chips! I see with my big Heart Both eyes all gone blind The sight is that of greed Where no Civility thrives- I presume they are stars O Gosh! They are scars! Weaklings trampled dead Line each side of the road Suppurating in cold dreams Power of force flying fast, Right is not so strong But the strong or wrong. Modest message peeping From shadows called Ink Yearn to release Graphics Of Humanity crying; Where Ghandi stood once His ideals have no chance. Formation is taking shape In battle with poetic force Frenzy poised to pounce And denounce decadence. Mother’s loin was torched As Hiroshima scorched! My Anger was aroused; Like tinned fish so packed And carted away from Home To work another’s Farm; Until I learned to read I loathed this dread! We cry, cry beloved groin When another one dies “He’s taken, taken by AIDS!” I mourn, I travail, I wish...... Holding a dead child I cry hoarse and wild! I whimper like an orphan Sucking Pen for a thumb To draw the bitter Ink And spit to the paedophiles. Bereaving children fun Evading his lewd run. I smoke and sniff this paper Scrawled this painful writ That, perchance, putrid lungs The message will massage. I yearn for an injection And not this rejection! Where then is my mother? Ah! A Kitchen Girl....... Father? A Garden Boy Boy and Girl at their age...? Now I sleep not a wink A wretch on the brink.... Ink tears well in my eyes. I feel I’ve gone shorter Rolling down the cheek pad To leave a letter of pain. I kneel, my sins to bloat Till knees bald as a goat! JM 29th Oct’ 2013
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