I do not know?
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014
The Garden of Gethsemane
While Jesus was on earth, all creation felt His presence
and for a short interval of time, it breathed a sigh of relief,
for the Creator of Heaven and Earth had come into its view
and for Him to impart of His perfect peace.
But in the stillness of the night, somehow it seemed
the grass beneath His feet began to shudder and the trees quaked with terrifying fear,
for all creation was entwined with Him in great turmoil
while their Master shed great drops of blood and tears.
There were myriads of angels that came and went
in these moments ministering to the Bishop of our soul,
and the devil tried with all his might to kill Him there
but the Master of His life would not let go.
At one point of time when the trial was so intense
He cried, “Father if it be Thy will, from Me let this cup pass”,
but then He added, “Not My will, Father, but Thine be done”
and the Father gave Him the strength to last.
So He continued on His journey with added strength
for the joy set before Him and this is also what each of us must do,
fixing our eyes on the Master of Glory and what He has prepared
up in Heaven for me and for you.
We all have our “Gethsemane” moments in this life
though for certain not as severe as His,
because He paid the greatest of price for His dear children
so with Him we could eternally live.
And now, as I reflect upon Your agony sweet Jesus and in
that garden how You suffered so tremendously for me,
I gratefully come to this conclusion, my Lord
help me to follow You and finish my course no matter what the price might be.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Copyright © Marilyn Jennings | Year Posted 2015
With beads of sweat on my forehead,
And my arms and legs cramped.
I concealed in a little locker
Away from the horrid mayhem.
Damp and worn; fear and torn
I seldom gasped for breath,
And even tried reciting
Othello, Macbeth and Hamlet.
Alas, all in vain!
Aware with each passing minute,
That I would face the same brutal end
As my tutors and friends.
I heard them moving closer,
I say a silent prayer.
With final memories of my beloved -
I await those crazy monsters.
"Bang, Bang!" I hear them shoot.
But it now sounds so afar.
I drift into a deep slumber,
When the door goes ajar.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Into A Dark Raging Storm, Tempest And Hail
Into a dark raging storm, tempest and hail
alas, sadly all was to be to no avail.
Twelve pounders broke loose crashing about
some over the wind praying in a shout.
Prisoners chained below all in great fear
great many had shed a tortured tear.
Captured when their frigate this enemy sank
praying for their life and safe bank.
Thunder rolled and invisible hammers pound
every loud creak an ominous sound.
That morn crew had blessed the arrowy sun
and good lord for all he had done.
Now hit by waves capable of breaking stone
each man felt terror and all alone.
Moment came when ship was tossed up high
and each one saw his life pass by.
Next splashing water and cursing the sea
survivors and no ship could they see.
Down it had went with prisoners in chains
sea graveyard dead,no longer in pain.
Found one life boat still there and afloat
six sailors climbed aboard the boat.
Storm had calmed enough for them to see
they may yet hold kids on their knee.
No longer daring to swear and deeply curse
thanks gave having survived the worse.
No time to mourn the stormy sea taken dead
each prayed to a merciful God instead!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015
A frigate /'fr?g?t/ is any of several types of warship, the term having been used for ships of various sizes and roles over the last few centuries. In the 17th century, this term was used for any warship built for speed and maneuverability, the description often used being "frigate-built"
(2.)" Twelve pounder"
The twelve-pound cannon is a cannon that fires twelve-pound projectiles
from its barrel, as well as grapeshot, chainshot, shrapnel, and later
shells and canister shot. It was first used during the Tudor
period and was commonly used during the Napoleonic Wars, 1799-1815.
At this time 12 lbers were largest caliber of long-barreled field
pieces, and were used both at long range against fortifications and
troop concentrations using round shot and against attacking infantry
and cavalry using canister shot. As such the 12 lber was a favorite
weapon of the Grande Armée. Later, redesigned 12 lbs were named after
Napoleon III and found heavy use during the American Civil War.
12-pounders were also carried on naval vessels of various sizes.
Unlike their land based cousins, such weapons were considered light
by naval standards. They formed the main armament of smaller frigates,
and were used on the upper decks of larger vessels, where their
relatively lighter weight would not be a problem. They were commonly
found on the quarterdeck of British Ships of the line like HMS Victory
though their main weapons were the larger 24 and 32 pound cannon,
capable of shattering the hulls of enemy warships and killing the gun
crews with a deadly shower of splinters.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
blame, put the blame in perspective
turn the tables a bit
switch seats for a minute
feel the heat on your chest
bullets are flying,
who pulled the trigger??
was race an issue?
what lies are we all buying into...
the media only focuses on "what makes a good story"
there's always a victim,
the truth is never really clear
and usually its a one sided story.. its only one side that we hear
People take to the streets,
and sadly crap hits the fan before they get the facts
who's to blame... who should be held responsible??
death.. destruction.. hatred overflows
As I sit here and watch the news
I pray for humanity all over the world...
I pray for peace..
not just in my home...
I pray for yours
Copyright © ronnie dolph | Year Posted 2014
They said they loved me.
Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
As their lethal load hit like rain sheets.
I watched their love puncture the city walls
And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad.
I saw the hate build with each blood drop
Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone.
Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2014
Mankind rolling dices
causing another crisis.
From police shootings
to hoodlums looting.
Every month a new crisis
and we still have ISIS.
Did Revelations truly see
a certain crisis before WW3?
Mankind rolling dices
causing another crisis.
Melt down those weapons of Mutually Assured Destruction
or thermonuclear war will be the ultimate extermination.
Yes, the World is now MAD
and we'll miss what we had.
Or, will it be you, or you
who reduced us to a few?
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2014
January 17, 1961
"We pray," he said
"that people of all faiths
all races, all nations..
will come to live
together in a peace
the binding force
of mutual respect
“…in a nationally televised speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower addresses the American people for the last time as president. Expressing ideas that seem prophetic in retrospect, Eisenhower offered his fears and hopes for the future, warning against the unfettered growth of the "military-industrial complex," as he coined it, and calling for diplomacy, restraint, and compassion in dealing with future crises with the Soviet Union. Despite his sadness that peace was not in sight, the great Allied commander offered [the above] a closing prayer to the world from America.”
Copyright © michael walkerjohn | Year Posted 2015
HONOR in Death ?
Lost life...last breath...
still warm on soft lips.
Glassy eyes cloud.
Tears fade away.
touch a face.
oh, the chin.
what a BEAUTIFUL face.
Close the lids slowly.
Tears fade away.
TV channels change.
Mothers CRY and embrace
a lifeless body.
Child of crossfire...
Retribution takes place.
The broadcast continues,
another innocent LOST.
No time for FEAR...
Neighbors on watch.
Reports - information
policeman in blue.
LOOK in the distance,
an I D is made.
STOP POLICE !
Dogs on the Loose !
Suspect caught in midflight.
Praise the Lord,
Hear our prayers...
keep our children
on soft lips
the TEARS FADE AWAY.
Copyright © Sharon Riggio | Year Posted 2016
Daddy, Daddy! I didn't mean to go!
I ran away from it happening! Didn't make it tho...
My mother, friends, family~didn't know, I was too young.
That trouble would find me in guise of a gun...
I can see you, I can hear all you never got to say.
My body gave out, but in your heart I will stay.e
In times when you need me,
I am here and you'll see~
that with God and my passing~
I SCREAM WITH ALL EVERLASTING!
NO MORE GUNS! NO MORE SILENCE!
0 TOLERANCE 0 VIOLENCE
(inspired by the shooting and death of a NORTHSIDE MINNEAPOLIS teenager)
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
it's not at our opt to stay
Live this life,
We breath trembling
Stepped With knife,
Hollering for help,
Honestly it gets us
Filled with worries
Trailed blood indicating
I see no breathing
It seem Departed.
Sobbing when she have been
Forced into it,
Her feminine spoilt by pirates
While she acts delinquently for rescue,
Arching left ensue
A many desired explained
Spending on eyes attired
Repined avail filled
Hood life gone us astray,
Good life come approach our way
Copyright © Sello Modiba | Year Posted 2016
Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck,
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault)
who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation
heard das squaw coon like Donald Duck
head over webbed feet for Minnie, yet both scared of ratcheting
mushrooming armaments to the teeth sinister race,
barrels along at alarming spike
triggering dramatic uptick of innocent lives caught in crosshairs,
or stray slug makes a bee line whizzing at the speed of greased lightening
where luckless lie dead, when trigger happy urge itches
to overtake sanity madman/woman glorifying while squeezing lever,
whence bullet released, endangering unsuspecting lives
and engendering outrageous spike in wanton killings -
a one or more person shell act, releasing whizzing elliptic mach one ballet
boring into flesh with aplomb and pluck.
Die-hard gun owners indiscriminately brandish
loaded pistol when jist a whippersnapper sparking unwarranted violence
undermining innocent victim or two, or three, or...
concomitantly provoking furious backlash,
as government half heartedly aims to dull liver restrictions,
the right to pack heat
(purportedly in accordance with second amendment),
where NRA members dish
out violent objections, while proliferation mounts allowing easy access
to revolutionary palm pilot size guns with concomitant firing power range
glamorized by violent movies in tandem with lobbyists
obstructing legislation requiring back round checks
against unlimited stock pile, thus nodding assonance
permitting a glut of phallic shaped mechanisms designed to kill,
as acquiesce evinced via banshee cockamamie cashiered eggheads
who dilute down restrictions, whereby a colt following
hoofs from doe ting fauns fingering powerful weapons,
despite murderous spree, where senseless bloody coup fuels fusillade
empowering citizens to possess off fish
U.S., self-important protection becoming comfortably numb
as regular headlines detail some lone, maniacal
human set on automatic pilot to kill methodically unloading with a swish
multitudinous cartridges encasements testament
attempt to even deadly score, or wish
to take revenge vendetta amidst madding crowds -
uttering oye vay iz mere - Yiddish.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017