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Assassination Poems - Poems about Assassination

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,...

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Categories: assassination, anger, anxiety, betrayal, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
November 21, 1963
November 21, 1963 ...

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Categories: assassination, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member My Character Assassination
Does my PTSD gets in the way of my character by Unknown and recognized faces in any situations to neutralize my energy? Because of someone 's else Pre judgments, forced opinions, making false deliberate spoken assumptions with slandering, personal attacts. My character Assassinations My feelings seems If I'm trapped in someone's else box of how...

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Categories: assassination, abuse, anxiety, bullying, community,
Form: Bio
Premium Member My assassination gone bad
It was something about my murder my abusive husband the arson murders victim nine homeless man FBI questions my fear reaching out to FBI agents something is very wrong I know my husband is going to kill me please help it was after visiting with Reggie White university mall Tampa the children were so...

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Categories: assassination, allah,
Form: Fibonacci
ASSASSINATION
Assassin in my entity... Discreet is my identity. Marksmanship of sharp precision... Targets - victims by decision. An unknown caller on my phone Following ceasing dial tone. Fast and brief, our conversation... Extraction of information. Our secret meeting then takes place... Through darkness - eyes without a face. Their speech and talk of no surprise... Tone of their voice, I recognise. The offering of my contract... To off...

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Categories: assassination, conflict, murder, violence,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member BATTLE CRY
A great man, bloodied upon the stage, Lifted high his fist in a fit of rage. “Fight! Fight! Fight!” was his Battle Cry. He lived through the trauma, too driven to die. A crooked man, intelligent but troubled and young Lay sprawled on the rooftop with a powerful gun. His life snuffed out in a moment, he didn’t hear the cry, “Fight!...

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Categories: assassination, anger, freedom, hero, history,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member RFK JR, A RE-POST
With sadness, that never ceased, I watched your Father shot on live television. I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby in my arms asleep. Your Father, Robert had just won California and “on to Chicago” was his mission. Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian , shot your father in the hotel’s kitchen, near dead. I sat in Chicago, in tearful disbelief, and...

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Categories: assassination, america, feelings, history, how
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Dismissive Missive
In a letter curt and bitter cold, Words like ice, sharp and bold. A missive wielded with willful disdain, Dismissive of all warmth, maliciously slain. Lines etched with callous pen, Rejection sealed, again and again. No comfort found, no writer even to scold Just echoes of a preposterous tale untold. Dismissive missive, harsh and clear, Leaving wounds that never disappear. Yet amidst the chill of...

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Categories: assassination, character, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Assassins Of The Night
Assassins of the night, trying to take one's breath in his sleep Lurking in the shadow like a coward till the night is deep That noxious gray mist they cast that stops his breath Like lazy crows that feed on someone else's death But by grace of God he must survive May the light of tomorrow...

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Categories: assassination, death,
Form: Rhyme
the assassination
Seven Mossad Agents came to Norway a winter day when a snow drowns the needs of the homeless asleep in a shop's doorway absorbing the sarcastic smell of coffee and the aroma of a Napoleon cream cake. Their mission was to assassinate a man called a terrorist by them, but freedom fighters by others. The target had been located,...

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Categories: assassination, allusion, angst, birth,
Form: Blank verse
Character Assassination
Flaws people whose bones, Lives in glass houses should not Be throwing stones....

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Categories: assassination, analogy, betrayal, uplifting, wisdom,
Form: Haiku
The Assassination
Assassination of President Kennedy The tank ship was on the way to Kingston in Jamaica The sea was deep blue, the weather calm, In a few hours, we could stretch our legs and have a beer because the ship was dry, the charter in Houston, Texas, had insisted on this. The radio operator came down and said...

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Categories: assassination, africa, bangla, beach, body,
Form: Blank verse
Assassination After Installation
An old dying king to name successor: Likely, his first son, a feared oppressor; Even, the speed of his new kompressor, Quick prayers to God, The Intercessor, His name for three full hours Mind Changer. “Don’t let the king enthrone Long Ranger, Who has been to us Happy Stranger: A prince proud to be dog in a manger! And should Long Ranger emerge...

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Categories: assassination, hate, political, power, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
Dallas, Texas 1963
She scrambled from where she sat in the back seat climbing onto the trunk of that long luxurious Lincoln not to escape an assassin's assault as many assumed but to collect the shards of skull and bits of brain that had been blown back onto it as a bullet blasted a hole in his head his body lolling over to lie limply in her lap as her flowers fell to the floorboard sure...

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Categories: assassination, death, history, murder,
Form: Free verse
Hard To Believe
Trusting almost got me killed, Love hurts more than I can imagine, And being real still got me hated. The street has never been rosy, The potbellied men got money for election malpractices But can't feed the poor masses. Today they supply us with guns, Tomorrow they expect assassination, Why should I kill my brothers? When I have illiteracy, poverty, lack and tribalism to...

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Categories: assassination, poverty,
Form: Free verse

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