In high school I was bullied by one kid...
For three years he picked on me,
made fun of me,
and tried me on every possible occasion....
I am a peaceful man,
he took that as weak....
My senior year he tried me
and I put my fist in his mouth,
he fell back and I repeatedly stomped him until my boys pulled me off.....
He wanted to fight me because his sister through herself at me
during the Halloween party the night before.
I took advantage,
like when lady Guinevere came to Lancelot..
I was Micheal Myers
she was a naughty school girl!!
I did it out of spite,
To provoke a fight.
I wanted to whoop his ass
I was playing football,
in weight training,
and hung with the thugs,
the streets were home!!!
I wanted to whoop his ass.
I hit him with a two piece with a biskit...
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2010
I do not know?
Not a child,
Hot and strong,
A syndicate is yet to happen.
Yearning to have a future,
Loving caring and in-no-cent,
But means good.
So young - Very,
Wants to have it all,
She is tender, green and delicate,
Inwards, black - Dark,
Steps too fast for him.
A dark cloud forms,
Innocence hides danger,
Kindness turns wicked,
Goodwill turns evil,
Care becomes a flare,
Leaving the place Burning.
Before he realised,
Before things turn right,
Innocence proven guilty as charged.
The rule of law,
It runs the society.
Copyright © Lord James | Year Posted 2015
Let Me Go!
I don't want this anymore!
I can't go to sleep at night,
all I seem to do is write.
Sometimes I read...
I read until I finish.
When I finally go to sleep,
I hear the sound of the alarm "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"
I can't handle this anymore.
I am going crazy here
and no one seems to notice it, my dear.
I cry myself to sleep.
telling myself everything will get better.
BUT IT DOESN'T!
And I know I mustn't
but I want that knife
just as much as I want that gun
I hate this world
and everything about this girl
She sings and tries to get attention
yet no one gives her the time of day.
She falls into the books she reads
no one knowing, it is escaping, she pleads.
This girl is me,
oh but you knew, right?
Since all I ever talk about is me!
Gosh, can't you see?
I'm my enemy!
I'm my own nightmare!
No one is hurting me!
It is me who shouldn't be let free!
Lock me up!
That way I won't harm myself...
I'd like it if it was someone else
Please, do me the favor
and let me go
for no one can save this girl
from this cruel world.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
Yet again we turn on the TV
And witness horrible scenes
Of unparalleled violence, hatred and despair
Two teenage boys
Decide to kill all of their classmates
Hold their school up
Bombs waiting to destroy
And the cry goes out throughout the land
Why yet again this tragedy
Why did such nice boys
In a nice safe suburb
Turn out to be some horrible evil creatures?
The usual suspects are rounded up
It's the culture, stupid cry the conservative voices
No, it's the guns, cry the liberal pundits
And we sit around and argue
Knowing that there will be a next time
And another time and time and time again
What is the sickness in our souls
That allows for this hatred to fester so
Deep within the minds of our teenage killers
Why do they act the way they do
Is it just the mindless violence?
That surrounds us all
The pornographic display of violence
That washes across us every day
The 8, 000 murders we have seen
By the time we are 18?
Or is it simply
That killers can easily
Get the latest bang for their buck?
We are all responsible here
The negligent parents
The overworked schools
The TV and movie purveyors
Of pornographic violence
The gun dealers
The gun makers
The craven politicians
Who think it is everyone’s god given right
As a damn American
To buy as much weaponry as possible
To buy machine guns
To protect themselves from other gun men
Nothing will change
Until we conflict the evil
That lurks deep within each of us
There will be another Columbine High School, another Sandy Hook
Another Texas massacre, another Virginia Tech,
another this and another that
Despite all of our efforts
Despite any new laws
There will be evil men
Who want to shoot and kill
Who have somehow lost
Their essential humanity
Lao Tze said
The more laws there are
The more criminals there will be
More laws are not the answer
For a law cannot make a sick soul whole
We are all guilty here
The TV and movie
Pornographers of violence
The parents and schools
And most important our society itself
For allowing our young to become
Such evil creatures
If Satan lives on
He is laughing
All the way to the proverbial bank
If God lives on
He is ruing the day
He created Mankind
And the carnage will go on and on and on
Until the day emerges
When we all proclaim
Enough, no more
The killing, hatred and violence
No More will our youngsters
Grow up to be such monsters
That day will come soon enough
Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2016
Of Pilgrims and Indians
By Elton Camp
In school we are taught a history filled with lies
In order that American history be well sanitized
The Pilgrims were a stern but gracious bunch
Who invited the Indians in to share their lunch
The Pilgrims were grateful to God to still be alive
And that with the Indian’s help, winter did survive
In their joy that they were still among the living,
Fed the savage natives at the first Thanksgiving
They thought themselves to be God’s chosen group
That those evil heathen it was God’s will they dupe
They were the new Canaanites in the promised land
Who, unless they converted, suffered a stern hand
In the name of Christ, they had every right to slaughter
Any the rebellious Indians: man, wife, son or daughter
The massacres of the Pequots are a very good example
Of what the Indians could expect was only a sample
Defenders of Pilgrims say that they were a hostile tribe
Murderous and far more vicious than one could describe
But, the Pequots were quite tranquil and living in peace
When Pilgrims hunted them like animals did that cease
It was in 1637, to the evil Pilgrim’s everlasting shame
Set a village on fire & shot those who escaped the flame
Before they set out with the intention to destroy a village
They prayed to their Lord to direct them in their pillage
To Indian captives, Pilgrims showed the extent of hate
To murder wasn’t enough, so they enjoyed to mutilate
So one Pequot man they literally tore limb-from-limb
Until Captain Underhill showed mercy and shot him
And by candid records written at that time, we’re told
Captives they decided not to kill, into slavery they sold
Other Indian tribes, to help, the Pilgrims did compel
And demanded body part of victims as success to tell
Some may teach we cannot know what motives they had
But their conduct speaks for itself and is so terribly bad
To viciously kill other people seemed to give them a thrill
Then they made it worse by claiming that it was God’ will
(The version of the Pilgrims we are taught is school is nearly a complete falsehood.
An example of spinning history. Sorry to crush any childhood delusions.)
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
A Kid roamed free on the streets last week,
Doing mean and illegal acts,
He apparently robbed a corner store,
But nobody knows the facts.
He never bothered to go to school,
For the past – what – seven years?
Instead he smoked illegal drugs,
And drunk too many beers.
He looked like a fifteen-year-old,
And went by the name of Kyle.
He used to rob so many stores,
With GTA 5 style.
He was an orphan since he was 8,
And he went mentally mad,
Ever since he ran from council care,
He couldn’t help being bad.
He had nobody to look after him,
Because he had not a friend,
He never realised that in 2015,
He would meet his end.
A gang of bandits ran up to him,
And pinned Kyle to the ground.
They tied his hand behind his back,
And robbed his every last pound.
Then Jim, the nearby farmer,
Pointed his gun at Kyle’s big head,
He knew that in a moment’s time,
He was going to be dead.
Beads of sweat were rolling down
As tension built and built,
He wished that he was back at home,
Wrapped up in his warm quilt.
Then Jim pulled on the trigger,
BANG! Poor Kyle flew back.
And landed in the middle of
The farmer’s own haystack.
And yet he still was breathing,
He somehow had survived,
In the distance were some sirens –
The cops had just arrived.
He went to school the next morning
With not a cigar in sight,
He contributed in all the lessons,
And was rewarded for being bright.
He made some friends at lunchtime,
Because he had just learned,
Not to be mean or bad –
As now, the tables have turned.
Copyright © Tom Shah | Year Posted 2015
Stone-People, Hearts As Cold As Frozen Stones
Stone-people, hard dried in their vanity
all around they lay- with their dead talking
Delight in mere tinges of sanity
closing rock-hard blind eyes when they slow-squawk!
Stone-people, every realm's black pot has some
miserable places have too many
Sad faces, they are not too slow or dumb
yet life would be better without any!
We may wonder why they are so stone-dry
dry is fine if served with slice of great wit
Yet in their solemn realms no smile may fly
and happiness, they will have none of it!
Stone-people have one solitary use
To act as tormentors and heap abuse!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2017
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Note- Stone-people, is short term used for, cold stone-hearted people.
Stone-hearted people, always ready with a negative comment, to rain on any person's parade. Some are even vile and vicious in that dark dedication to abusing others. The more innocent the victim is, the more they delight in tormenting.
Especially when adults are verbally abusing young children, even some teachers do such things. Such was the case many decades ago when my best friend's sister suffered such abuse at school.
She told nobody about it (until she was an adult), thus the evil vermin got away with it the entire school year.
At least three or four days a week she would get on the school bus with tears in her eyes.
I saw her decades after it had happened , talked to her and thought of this evil she had endured in silence, as her brother had only told me about, after they both were adults and in college.
She passed away back in the late 80's, but her memory remains with me to this day.
This morn, I read a poem on child abuse and sat down to compose this immediately afterwards, thinking of her and how innocent she was at that time!
Yes, such monsters truly exist, as her tormentor surely was one such wicked beast!
When I was told back in the mid 70's about this evil that had befallen her, I went in search for this guy to have a man to monster chat, if you know what I mean..
It had been about 14 years since he did that evil (sadistic verbal abuse) to an innocent girl, my friend's younger sister and he had moved away.
After a couple weeks went by, I finally got a line on him and found out that he had been drowned in a boating accident...about 7 years after moving away!
Which to me was Karma that had been served and served quite well methinks!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
“You guys are slowly morphing into
the same person!”
“C’mon! You heard Hannah! Let’s march together, Jessica!”
Well, gee, they look awkward now
perhaps my greatest fear remains unfulfilled.
“Well, Hannah, I would give you a hug,
but you look so depressed right now,
which I suppose is an even better reason to give you a hug,
but I don’t want it to be so dull”
Ah! Hannah, can’t you see?
TWO EVIL MONSTERS
CLAWING AT OUR HEARTS
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
Save our children from slavery........
Our beautiful children are forced to hard
labor by some of the evil people on earth
And they kill their soul.
Those little hands are holding hard tools
instead of holding school books
Those little hands are touching dirty sand
instead of their mother's hands
They listen to their evil men called masters
instead of their school teachers
Struggling for their bread at infant stage
instead for the struggling for their career
Mothers are crying for their children
and want to save them from their darkness of future
Many years have been passed
but not single year has been cared for them
Because of our careless leadership
our children are still living in slavery
Let us join together and save our
little children from the hell of slavery.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2011
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
Screams, the pain begins
Blood rushed, cleansing of sin
Darkness falls upon the land
Houses burn so bright
All the children run in fright
Evil's here, it expands
Meat, fresh, everywhere
The smell so acrid, here
All the workers to stay
Some work for family
Even for Emily
But one thing is sure they want their pay!
Revolution in the sky
Someone must pay, someone must die
Blood soaked cobblestone
Families torn apart
Even though Daddy works at Kmart
As the workers pass with a groan
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011