Backstabbing Poems - Poems about Backstabbing

When the control is in your hand, you should know when to stop and when to use, no matter what it is: words or weapons. Otherwise, it will destroy the controller: like, someone is stabbing the holder's back by bending the holder's hand. Like, the truth you had said thinking the listener is your friend, but later found...

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Minding other peoples’ affairs or businesses Some villainous pundits or vile hyenas are the best In simply doing just that, comrades. They ignore Their own problems. They leave a huge door Ajar, wide open, so they can put their flagitious nose In their neighbors’ personal businesses or affairs Please, always have the fireman’s water hose Ready, in check and in full force...

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What is this, what is that, who is this? There are words that we don't repeat twice Especially when we omit the little cedilla Please, my country is an island, a peninsula A very pretty country swimming in many seas It is a sovereign, resilient, proud and free country Despite the sufferings and the bitter genepis My country is not a...

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The world is broken, So Am I, Bleeding grief , Through cracks of Mosaic. It wasn't aliens, Who plunged the sword, Scouring the substrates, To excavate their rewards , The were my own, Love and bones, Who I could not bear anymore , So I close my eyes close. But the pain still lingers, From surface to soil, So should I dread the grudge , And agitate the turmoil? Or Should I...

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You were born both innocent and naive, void of memories, your mind was a blank. And your parents taught you what to believe, for all that you are, you have them to thank. The fabric of time, you cannot unweave, nor spit out poisons you already drank. You are the product of your upbringing, exposed to backstabbing and mudslinging....

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Thought I was lying? Well why don't you mind yourself I'm done with YOUR lies...

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People ask, they seem concerned But they don't know, they haven't learned These things they yearn to go and speak They speak these words you do observe Your feelings blurred Then comes back to you these words, they've swerved They gave their word, but took a turn Now who's to burn, these words they churn Your stomachs aching, your heart is breaking At some...

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