Assassinated Poems | Examples

She died in a body she hated

She died in a body she hated 
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated 
How she died isolated 
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages 
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting

She died in a body she hated 
She didn't even get to experience the freedom
Of what it's like to experience self love
All her life she had spent her time being critical
To her blackness
Not only was her time stolen 
But she didn't get to experience the joy that comes from 
A black girl taking control
And realising she was never the problem 
It was the system
Who destroyed her self image
And finally realising her blackness was a superpower 

She died in a body she hated 
The cause of death: racism
She died in a body she hated 
Not realising the only reason they hated was because of their envy
And jealous behaviour 
She died in a body she hated 
Without finally understand her full potential 
She died in a body she hated 
Before her life had even started

The Wicked Live On

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A paradox reigns, in endless sway,
The good perish, while the wicked thrive,
In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives.

Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves,
Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds,
Their voices silenced, before their time,
As darkness feeds on justice's prime.

Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too,
Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more, anew,
Their memories linger, like a mournful sigh,
As tyranny's grip tightens, and hope says goodbye.

Gen. Aguiyi Ironsi, Gen. Murtala Muhammed, fell,
Their legacies lost, in a tragic spell,
For how long shall the good people die?
When will justice dawn, and tyranny's night pass by?

Eldridge Cleaver and me

The beginning of me the ideology 
wearing wires pregnant buying 
weapons and drugs from corrupt 
officers for the federal bureau 
of investigation the department 
of Justice the center piece 
cointelpro levied just so the 
matter of facts the 44 magnum 
in my mouth teeth chattering 
looking through an assault rifle 
red dot on the female agents 
ponytail my children singing 
my girl with the fbi supervisor 
I'd be murdered for a lessor 
god I'd be assassinated bullied 
extorted crippled by a car bomb 
I will still drink my lemonade 
on a Sunday afternoon I'd still 
die an American hearing my 
fetus heartbeat I'd still remember 
Chicago I will never fret over 
gang violence nor corruption 
I shall still adore my roses eating 
ice quenching my thirst during 
a stroke I'll still be American in 
this land on this soil my blood 
shall run through the hidden 
canals as the sun shine on my 
back an yet I'll still be American 
I'll still be me when I diiiiie

The Boffin

You boffin from The Caucasus Mountains, are you a devil or human?You have destroyed my seeds, the source of my survival.

I used to grow my seeds, which gave birth to more seeds on the same piece of land, but today, you have killed my original seed.

You boffin, are you a curse or a blessing to humanity? Why have you assassinated our ecosystem,which was self-sustaining and thriving.

I never invited you to come upon my land. You have sucked out all the nutrients from my original seeds. Your goal is to see us Perish .

You boffin, are you simply a long-term liability to creation, or you are here to colonise my food by  contaminating my original seeds. 

What have I done to you to deserve so much evil and wickedness from you? Everywhere you go, you  create chaos and miseries.

You boffin, you have brought synthetic seeds upon my land and total destruction of the natural world.

You boffin, are your acts of human or devil?

By Chanda Katonga.

Olympics 2024

Israel managed to slaughter
 	a child every ten minutes
			The Zionist Gold Medal Award

If you have not heard
	Israel assassinated hundreds of the Free Press
			Another Zionist Gold Medal Award

IDF soldiers confessed to killing for sport
	To relieve their boredom on the slaughter field
		Gold, Silver and Bronze, compassion meaningless

Far goes when love affair with gun

Grazing Trump’s ear gunshot when goes,
It nicks nation’s much-fancied nose,
World’s keen to know-- sharp ears,
Should things change in near years,
Republican romance,
Passion with pro-gun stance
Should slow, if ray of remorse shows.
_______________________________
Happenings |08.07.2024| USA, political
Poet’s note: This bullet might divide America more. For, four of the 46 presidents have been assassinated in office. More than half a dozen others have survived. Like Trump, democracy may survive, but will face some more fears. Violence can’t be vouchsafed, but if it causes the country’s love affair with gun a rethink, it will serve some purpose, if Trump be any wiser, any sober.

Rutherford B Hayes

good old dead Rutherford B Haves
most do not know he was president
his name is not famous like Lincoln or Kennedy
because he was not assassinated probably

But he could be famous for one thing
He was the first president to allow a phone into the White House
His phone number is so easy, you may be able to remember it.
It was 1.

Assassinated

The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion

Stopping only to hug the wall

The words jumped out

Assassinated

The night already black

Such an important man

People wept openly

They arrested a man

Though, he died too

Time went on

Mystery built up through the years

They all had their own theories

Films and documentaries proved one thing

Death was cold in the afternoon

People always say in conversations

What were you doing that day

The newspaper blew in a twisting fashion

Stopping only to hug the wall

The night we said goodbye forever

The words jumped out

Assassinated

Just how I felt.

The Dream

He spotted the building in passing

So strange

It was the building in his dream

The little round windows

Even the flower beds

The gargoyles looking down, so frightening he thought

That strange looking door

So medieval, uninviting

He remembered in his dream

The hidden pathway

Leading to the tunnel into the house

Waiting patently for the man to appear

Feeling tense when he did

He woke with a jolt

Wiping the sleep from his eyes

Looking around, wondering

The clock frowned

Time was on the move

It was at the news-stand

Where he noticed it 

The headline flyer

With the words standing out

Prominent politician assassinated

So strange

It was just exactly like his dream.

1960 To 1969

I am John F. Kennedy as 
President. 
   I am a civil right activist 
100 percent. 

   I am Woodstock rock n 
Roll festival. 
   I am the first man on the moon 
Unforgettable. 

   I am Andy Warhol 15 minutes 
Of fame. 
   I am Martin Luther King shot 
Down in flames. 

   I am President Kennedy gets 
Assassinated. 
   I am the Cuba missile crisis 
Activated. 

   I am Walmart opens it's  
Door. 
   I am we enter Vietnam 
War. 

   I am the Beatles I want to  
Hold your hand. 
   I am discrimination spreads 
Through the land. 

   I am the NFL's first Super 
Bowl. 
   I am Ceasar Chavez reaching 
His goal. 

   I am the Peace Corp  
Uncovered. 
   I am Miranda rights 
Discovered. 

   I am Motown records 
With Shop around. 
   I am the Beach Boys 
With a surf sound. 

   I am at the Apollo with 
Marvin Gaye. 
   I am Del Shannon singing 
Runaway. 

   I am a hit with, Please 
Mr. Postman. 
   I am Sgt Pepper's lonely 
Heart club band. 


    TURBO1904

1900 To 1909

I am President McKinley assassinated, 
Roosevelt takes office. 
   I am Einstein's theory of relativity as 
Promised. 

   I am the Harley-Davidson that was 
Created. 
   I am even today no other cycle has 
Dominated. 

  I am MLB's first world series 
Game. 
  I am the disposable razor, 
King Gillette is the name. 

  I am Susan B. Anthony the year 
She dies. 
  I am President Roosevelt when he wins 
The Nobel Peace Prize. 

  I am Oklahoma when it becomes a 
State. 
  I am San Francisco when the earth 
Shakes. 

  I am an explosion in a West Virginia 
Coal mine. 
  I am the wheatback penny with a 
New design. 

  I am the FBI the day it was 
Born. 
  I am the Model-T ford without  
A horn. 

  I am instant coffee when it was 
Introduced. 
  I am color in a photo first 
Produced. 

  I am silent movies at the 
Picture show. 
  I am America modernized by 
The radio. 

  Turbo1904

Promoters of Hate

Many dictators come to a well-deserved fate
Brutally assassinated or dying at their own hands,
Consider these more recent promoters of hate
In third world countries and distant foreign lands.

Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini immediately come to mind,
But Mao, “Papa Doc” and Castro died from ill health
They, like too many, lived to a ripe-old age, we find, 
And too many lived in opulence, off ill-gotten wealth.

Nicolae Ceausescu of Romania is a notable exception
He was executed by firing squad along with his wife.
All these men were evil incarnate, it's my perception,
It is my opinion they should’ve all been denied life. 

Written December 4, 2022

Mahatma Gandhi

Mohandas Karamchand "Mahatma" Gandhi 
         Possessed a soul so fine and dandy 
Iconic Indian lawyer, ethicist, pacifist and sage 
     Assassinated in 1948 at 78 years of age


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Date written:06/28/2022

A Note To Putin

Were you not listening? The world was gasping
As you destroyed the homes of civilians,
Destroying villages with indiscriminate bombing,
Displacing hard-working families by the millions?

Now, we learn your soldiers assassinated
In cold blood ordinary folks only trying to survive,
It’s hard to understand the casualties, ill-fated,
We wonder if war-ravaged children can thrive.

Obviously, the war is not going as you planned
News reports tell us of your military in retreat,
All this carnage for an expansion of your land
It appears that you are facing imminent defeat.

With the world’s most despised despotic rulers
Certainly, your name will go down in history –
With Stalin, Hitler, Idi Amin, all depraved monsters
Who are only remembered for deplorable misery.

Written April 5, 2022

Shocking Facts About Love -20220403

I
If it's in the Bible
Absolutely said
Give me handle or epistle:
"Love is all." Not said

II
John the Revelator
Says God is LIGHT, first
John says it in 1st Letter
God showed it in Genesis

III
Light sends darkness off
One stroke, one switch, one fire
Love is of Him not "God is Love" -
Love is good, LIGHT IS HIGHER

Notes: 
1. John's First Epistle, 1 John 1: 1-10
2. When Mahatma Gandhi Ji was assassinated in 1947, J. Nehru said, "The light is gone out of the world," not LOVE IS GONE OUT OF THE WORLD. Nehru, unwittingly, echoed Jesus: " I am the light of the World," in John 12 (verse 8). 
3. In the Fourth Gospel (NT), verse 9, expands on he, himself, is a witness to The Light, but Jesus "is the true LIGHT," yet rejected because men love their darknesses.

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