Karen Jones Poet Rhyme

Mocking the Dead

Mocking the dead, is that a thing?
How many ways can one be disrespecting?
Laws that cause offenders to be free?
Rape kits that exist only to be not breached.

Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide.
Our forefathers could not ever predict
We would be as disrespectful as this.
Ancestors bones surely roll like river
As the wicked become powerful while weak lips quiver
Fowl language and worse ethics morale and actions
Political powers that endorse for private satisfaction.

Mocking the dead what about the little kids
Who inherit the earth in the shape of it
We enjoyed youth clean air and water
And dirty it up for son and daughter.

Looking back only with limited views
Erasing the truth of ill will and abuse
A country started by taking from the natives
Blended into a melting pot of many races

Mocking the dead playing music head like fiddler
Warming the red bed of fire for Hitler
Are we so pompous we can never admit faults
Until it is too late and we too are lost?





Written 9/21/23 For Mocking The Dead Contest
Sponsor Silent One

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Gete Basilio December 29, 2023 at 9:14 AM Amazing! Karen Jones December 29, 2023 at 5:17 PM You are kind! Thanks Gete.

Silent One September 29, 2023 at 11:28 AM You wrote very well for the contest.. you have a powerful pen.. Thank you for writing for my poem and congratulations on your placement.. Karen Jones September 29, 2023 at 1:17 PM Your contest was a great fun challenge. I enjoyed. I can not imagine how many poems you must have read. Too many to count? Your job as judge couldn't have been easy. Thanks for your perseverance and in placement as a winner oh Great Silent One! Lol

Robert Lindley September 24, 2023 at 7:26 AM We as a society now have lost our bearings. Your fine poem highlights how truly lost people behave. Sad but true my friend. fine poem a fav for me.. God bless you. Karen Jones September 24, 2023 at 7:38 AM Humbled that you made this a fav. Thanks dear friend for reading.

Sotto Poet September 23, 2023 at 2:26 PM Karen, I hold a deep reverence for the deceased, regardless of their background or origin. Your efforts have been commendable, my friend. Your metaphor is truly remarkable, highlighting the universal taboo of disparaging the dead across diverse cultures and religions. After all, death serves as the inevitable passage for every living being, reminding us of the sanctity and fragility of life itself. Karen Jones September 23, 2023 at 2:34 PM My humble thanks Sotto Poet for your deep penetrating thoughts and for reading my poem.

Evelyn Judy Buehler September 21, 2023 at 11:57 AM Karen, your poem is thought provoking and well written. Best of wishes for the contest. Karen Jones September 21, 2023 at 12:10 PM Kind of you to read and thanks Evelyn for well wishes!

Victor Buhagiar September 21, 2023 at 10:14 AM I am not in contests these days, but the title mocking the dead just put me off. I respect the dead, any person, any nationality. You did a great job. Best for a win. Karen Jones September 21, 2023 at 10:20 AM Thanks for the well wishes. I feel if I were further along in my spiritual journey and studies I could have created beauty from what seems to be a tough subject. Alas I am still growing. I study both Buddhism and Christianity.