Assassination Poems

FRAGILE VESSEL Broken But Bold Enough to Bounce Back Contest

FRAGILE VESSEL
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Poem written for and submitted to “Broken But Bold Enough to Bounce Back” Poetry Contest, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, sponsor, August 11, 2025.

They gathered like shadows,
the character assassins~
their whispers their weapons, 
their glances a silent judgment,
truth twisted to fit their narrative,
a caricature of my spirit
painted in the hues of malice.  

I, a fragile vessel,
trembled beneath

climbing into motorcade

light pink suit
splatters of blood 
secret service men climbing into motorcade
Dallas Texas
November 22, 1963
some of us will never be the same

Character Assassination

Ink spills, stains the name,
Whispers sharp, like poisoned darts,
Reputation bleeds.

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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,

November 21, 1963

 November 21, 1963                                                   

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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,

Character Assassination

Flaws people whose bones,
Lives in glass houses should not
Be throwing stones.

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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