Gandi gashti run,
Gutter de pedawar,
Lun chupan wali Machine,
Kutti kamini kanjri orat..
Note.zafar teri kuss maaray.
My body is always abused and it's always used:
But the fact is I really don’t care, never even wash my hair;
Never giving my body any fuel, my head is a whirlpool;
Everything’s out of control, I’m sinking into a black hole.
All the alcohol I drink so I cant think;
Is really abusing me, destroying my body literally;
7 packs per week I smoke, causing my lungs to be a joke;
All the drugs I consume, surely is causing my doom?
Every single blade scar, from where I went too far;
My body's where the art is made, the brush itself being a blade.
This dreadful addiction can't be cured, it has my death soon ensured.
But still from this pain I can't wake, unable to give my body a single break.
Stop Abusing Women
A man saw a beautiful woman
in white cloths
She was going to church.
He called her,
pretty come to me please
She was well taught by her parents,
And she came close to him.
He said,
I love you precious.
She laughed,
"ha-ha! "
Looking at his heart.
He said again,
"I love you sweetheart."
She laughed,
"ha-ha!
I hear your sweet words."
My heart says,
"adorable words "
king,
majesty,
lord
I can see your sword,
I have one last word to say,
I love you too."
He was so happy,
He saw the moon,
And stars around a day.
One year later, she had a boy
She called him bodyguard
The one who would guard her soon
His husband was always in high dudgeon
No one could stop him
He killed her by no aim
The boy grew up
His dad rot in prison
He had the word to tell the world
Stop woman abuse around the world.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Destructive and Abusing
His distinction is
Being destructive, and then
Others abusing.
Would like to see the results
of an MMPI on Trump along
with income tax results. Or,
is afraid of all the insults.
Jim Horn
This is what I am hearing from
analysts on TV. Fake news is
not helping either. He has a
label for everything. Kelly Ann
is also another example of lying.
Where will it all ever end?
Starting a blaze
in rape crime.
Schizophrenic scroll,
outwatching you.
Forgo the sun,
your friend, death-
was ambling again-
nearby. A troubled-
bee cannot find
her hive. They were
hanged in a row.
All the nudes.
I will declare war
on the vulgar exhibits.
Satish Verma
They’re covering ears to ignore
They’re smothering children for sure
It’s like the beast from the ocean
And the whore set in motion
Like the blind follows blind
F---ed up youths fragile minds
It’s just a brainwash for children
If there were souls, they had killed ‘em
Indoctrinated child-abusing
Indoctrinated child-abusing
They’re forcing words into throats
Endorsing poison in totes
With their Bibles and Torahs
Korans, the whole damn plethora
They found the devil in you
For questioning child-abuse too
The brainwashed kids they’re abusing
By Education refusing
Indoctrinated child-abusing
Indoctrinated child-abusing
Hear me, there’s more to this world
Than Jesus, Ramadan and Karma
Just let go of that armour
Burdened upon you at birth
You have the strength to break free
Children, reason with me
The preachers will no longer harm you
Your mind is free to be free
Indoctrinated child-abusing
Indoctrinated child-abusing
Climbing this wall; till complexions grow pale;
God grant us the courage; for perhaps we will fail.
Climbing and climbing; for it seems quite a while;
And it’s too high to fall off; from this wall of denial.
To complaints one has listened; of being done wrong.
But the lying and cheating; has gone on too long.
Running life’s alleys, so as not to be seen;
There are shouts of delusions; as in some kind of dream.
In a claim to be tired; that denies without substance;
To avoid any violence; one accepts with reluctance.
Bring forth some answers; from which one might learn;
And we’ll rescue this dear one; who’s charred in a burn.
(This is a fictional poem but sadly this kind of thing really does happen everyday.)
Your son came to school today with a bloody lip and a black eye.
He said you did it and then he started to cry.
After I talked to him, I called the cops.
Your days of abusing him are going to stop.
This abuse was brought to my attention by the school nurse.
He's going to be put in a foster home before the abuse gets worse.
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