Places Anti Bullying Poems

Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons...

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Flash floods came in a sudden
After few hours of torrential rain
Villages in towns submerged 
Water rose so high…surged.

People stayed on their roofs
Waited for rescuers holding...

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NATO


The secretary general of NATO is a Norwegian 
and as most Norwegian's pro-American
and probably selected for his fidelity
He is a tall thin man, likes to run...

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I haven't even processed 
And There came another .
once again buried 
Innocent's story of brutality. 
My worries doesn't stand a chance 
For what they went...

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Two houses is what I call home, with two kitchens and a bed in 2 places I roam, I walk the streets without knowing what’s...

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The flaws,

The way that my shoulders are broader than they need to be,
So that the small, tight tops never fit right,
So that I look muscular,
“Like...

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Coward




Talk about people behind their backs
Instead of in front of their faces
Spend all your time in a lonely place
Searching for hiding places
Too scared to stand...

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So again you are on your knees
For another wish
Like every other day may be just a little bit different
Who is to bother?
Is it you? Or...

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Fallacious wars

 The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked  
Serbia,...

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Cave

There is no cave
Can hide your light
No hidden place
For Joy so bright

There's nothing
You should shut away
Your beauty needs
The light of day

As friends we'd scale
The highest...

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Home

Home is safe
Home is love
Home is all 
the things above

I'd like to hug
And gather round
My arms to keep you 
Safe and sound

Home is peace
Not battle-ground
Relaxing...

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Club nocturnal

In Bilbao, on a warm evening, he walked past a nightclub 
walked in and had a beer; he could have gone to 
a Guggenheim...

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Those who need us

“Who knocks so quite on, the cloister’s, door
A poor waif from a land afar.”
The rest of the song is the miasma of...

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You don't know me 
You don't own me 

You don't know the ghetto where I was born 
You don't know the winds that I have...

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Thoughts of my abuse courageously spirals out of control

No drug in this world can conquer this raw resilience…..

Its ability to conivingly creep up with silence...

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