Best Assassinations Poems
A vision of humanity, a world without brutality, a beautiful fantasy, not a reality.
A vision of a world where the truth isn’t ignored and everyone is treated equal,
A world where no one is evil and people are peaceful.
A vision of a world without wars and conflicts, a world without hate,
A world with no horror, where everything is great.
A vision of a world without genocide and assassinations,
A friendly world with polite conversations.
A vision of world without jealousy, greed and corruption,
A safe world with no weapons of mass destruction.
A Vision of a world without blood spilling and constant killings,
A civilised world, one with no villains.
A vision of a world without hunger, tears and crime,
A world with plenty of food and water, a world where everything is fine.
A vision of a world without torture, torment and persecution,
A world with no natural disasters or air pollution.
A vision of a world without people living on the streets,
An equal world where everyone eats.
A vision of a world that wasn’t so obsessed with fame and fashion,
A world where we all showed a little more love and compassion.
A vision of a world without cruelty, terrorism and bloodshed,
A world without slaves, a place where every child is fed.
A vision of a world without intimidation, alienation and exploitation,
A world where third world countries get proper education.
A vision of a world without hatred, hostility and pain,
A world where everyone is loving, thoughtful and sane.
A vision of a world without malice, bad blood and animosity,
A world that is caring and full of generosity.
A vision of a world without abusive drunks beating their child,
A world without rage, one where everyone smiled.
A vision of a world without savagery and madness, one without fear,
A world where everyone is genuinely honest and sincere.
A vision of a world where no one is blind, deaf or mistreated,
A world where everything is fair and no one gets cheated.
A vision of a world without racism, cancer and AIDS,
A world where people don’t have to use guns or grenades.
But vision without action is merely a dream,
If we all came together we’d be an unstoppable team.
The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope,
I have to think positive, that’s how I cope.
Categories:
assassinations, care, conflict, death, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
The CRY OF A KENYAN.
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation.
And here's my plead.
Am lost within a nation
No name no trace
No location no possession
No government but govern men
No freedom but free doom
Threats are the new proverbs
New slogans taking over,
(guilty till proven rich)
Corruption a current chess game
Leadership now a business gap
Leaders being Board Members
Cabinet being the shareholders
I wonder if we are the debtors
No say, since the burden is too big.
Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence
Enough, if the flowing blood
Enough of the illegal lands
Enough of the assassinations
Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood.
A crew hired to act the movie
The happenings seem dreams
All like fiction in The Originals.
The only fact, that time is passing
No longer can we entrust our lives on the government
No longer can we express out freely
No longer are our cases ruled with justice
Cases clog in the courts.
No longer can even prayers shaken their utter
No longer do they fear the Supreme One
But in churches, all different
Sited like an innocent infant
Faked sorrows while praying
All aiming to win our trust
Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya
Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled
Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves
A fact,they are meant to be our servants
But act like we are theirs slaves
Some lie to be fighting for us
But are after the seat, to grab the cheques
Wanting the privileges and Excellency
Let's stand for our poor Kenyans
Say No to their treachery
A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya.
courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016
Categories:
assassinations, africa, community, corruption, courage,
Form:
Narrative
Manipulations, misrepresentations and government violations,
America has been terrorising for many generations.
Spying allegations, secret conversations,
US imperialism continues to destroy nations.
Cheers and celebrations for leader’s assassinations,
Activists disliked for anti-war demonstrations.
Iraqi invasions, Strategic implications,
Lies and propaganda from bias media stations.
Military occupations in various locations,
Native Americans forced back onto reservations.
Greedy multi-billion dollar corporations with no limitations,
The IMF plus World Bank equals evil creations.
Forced sterilisations, fake vaccinations,
Too many unnecessary health care complications.
Firearm fascination, covert operation,
Bombing without hesitation, countries left in devastation.
Celebrity fixation, racial discrimination,
A country facing global economic isolation.
Guantanamo detainees tortured for information,
A brutal CIA program called enhanced interrogation.
A history of government attacks and ruthless intimidation,
Kids in Fallujah continue to be poisoned from radiation.
Too many Palestinians are victims of dehumanisation,
The US and Israel are a deadly combination.
No admiration for globalisation,
Time to abolish every greedy organisation.
Coca-Cola, Starbucks and McDonalds in every location,
While Wall Street fantasies about world domination.
No exaggeration, it’s not my imagination,
Welcome to the age of Americanisation.
Categories:
assassinations, conflict, corruption, evil, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
It is always good to be real in life.
when you speak the truths to help
some victims of atrocities in Africa,
you are doing a good job.
As you think of decolonise some African countries
And some colonisers think of recolonise
the entire Africa.
Don't forget to find out the reason of assassinations
of many African loyal leaders.
Don't join some African traitors
who don't care about the lives
of millions of Africans.
Remember that the sellouts
were paid much money to sacrifice their colleagues,
they were also killed systematically
and seized all their stuffs
by some western corruptors.
In so called win - win deals
which many African leaders
were imposed by some western leaders.
As the westerners gained 85% of interests
in those so called deals.
when majority African leaders
called for the change of the systems
and some parternaires in businesses.
Now there are wars , massacres,
genocides,terrorism, and rebelions
in some parts of Africa.
Categories:
assassinations, africa, people, world,
Form:
Free verse
Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end
Categories:
assassinations, death, fear, introspection, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Hear Me, O Muse, no moos or cluckings, muckings or horns of fog
Do sound the clamoring claxons of the bardics that be written by William McGonagal o’ the Bog,
That Laird of Lamentations Disastrous, that Scot Wha’ Hey Nonny Nonny,
Laureate of the quite awful woeful grueful stuff that happened a-when Goode Queen Victoria was stuck-in in Buckingham and Balmoral and the rest, recall ‘em, of her palaces oh so very bonny,
All about bridges steel a-budging, assassinations most foul all gone kerplooey,
And many and other suchlike things dire. And then that tasty poetaster who be
Known far and near for all his poems fair about domestical bliss most sweet a-cloying,
Edgar Guest, good ol’ scrivener of the everyday, of pathos and bathos does he sing,
Garden paths and bubble baths and let’s not be forgetting the good ol’-fashion verities,
A poet to speak for everyone no matter who or how finicky, he’s.
Let’s round down to an even three with Rod McKuen, syrupy-treacly and saccharine,
Escape from thought and subject and technique and all things stern or black-and-grim,
As sure as roses are red and violets are blue
And God made the little green apples red but once in a while green too.
I swear I cannot live unless I’m able to read them many times per diem,
At work, at home, in bed, or sometimes while at my BM.
Categories:
assassinations, hero, hyperbole, nonsense, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
THE LIFE OF A PENNY
The other day, I was going through some change,
And I dropped a coin on the floor,
When I picked it up, I noticed that,
It was a penny minted in 1934.
Just think of the history this coin has been through,
Since the 80 years it’s been in circulation,
It’s been through Pearl Harbor and Viet Nam,
911 and some famous assassinations.
The way this penny ended up in my pocket,
Was just by chance, by fate and by luck.
I made a small purchase at a store,
And it was just part of the change from a buck.
Over the years, how many hands,
Has this penny had the chance to pass through?
Thousands of transactions have happened,
Before it gets to me or gets to you.
This penny may have been with you,
While you visited a museum or a zoo,
Before that, it could have been in the pocket,
Of a famous actor, or notorious criminal too.
It could have visited all 50 states,
Since 1934, at one time or another,
Wouldn’t it be funny if it found its way,
Into the purse of your great-grandmother?
I’m sure that several times, it has joined,
49 other pennies wrapped up in a roll,
If only this penny could speak,
Imagine the stories that would be told.
Categories:
assassinations, history, life, money, old,
Form:
Rhyme
I am...
the sums of the infinitesimal fractions of all successes and failures ever created,
the torrential downpour of fallacies, demands, emotions and collective wills imposed upon the world,
the snide, nasty, incorrigible defensive mechanisms unleashed for no apparent reason,
the cauldron of love, hope and compassion bubbling over into humanity,
the certain deflections of character necessary to cope with, and elevate past, the assassinations fired each day,
the blinding, guiding light to deceive and shatter the incessant darkness which holds us prisoner,
the epicenter and exchange of ideas and contemplations necessary for progress and resolution to occur,
the dreams of wild tenor and bizarre discourse, producing subconscious mirrors for conscientious thought,
the catalyst and confidant for the child, the junkie, the shaman, the icon and the lazy ass,
the source that folks rely upon when desperately reaching for absolute truths and occasional revelations,
I am...possibility.
(3/26/12)
Categories:
assassinations, growth, hope, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
Living a life worthy/ anticipating a break like James worthy/ typing rhymes in my notepad/ I speculated it would be noteworthy/ glorifying Lord God, praise God, praiseworthy/ what is the, recipe, for success, I'm obsessed, broke like a mortal promise/ They scream can't isn't a word, however/ what's the word when you can't purchase a Hershey/ ya feel me, shooting for the stars, defensive first team I reckon I should shoot for another remedy/ grant a school grant and pardon that am•nes•ty that/ a hundred years like a century/ babies finally huggied up tracking dreams/ no common deaths/ tracking assassinations like John F. Kennedy/ to no degree am I being Moody to history/ no matter the degree, people crave a slice of history/ Uh check it Debit card has a low balance/ immune system is low and on a low balance/ drink a fourth on independence each day is a repentance uh Uh existing off prayer/ have you read the Serenity prayer/ Not my poem Sirenity prayer/ life, I call it a repair/ I'm down like downstairs/ but I know God has my back, backstairs LB
- Loverboi
Categories:
assassinations, success,
Form:
Verse
"The Third Christmas"
IF I had thought about where to begin,
I wouldn’t have begun.
This is the story of us.
A family goes through the war zone occasionally,
intermittently, say every ten years or so
or possibly a minor tiff each year
over a Christmas re-gifting
or a prodigal unwanted
sits silently, mouth closed,
crowding the wanted
or an over zealous family member,
commencing with good cheer,
destroys a precious moment,
thanks giving becomes
an alcohol fuelled debate
an argument for living
all forget the forgiving
silent night becomes
kristallnacht
pathologically
fear replaces good cheer
Some families are an entire War.
Politically sewn and sold, egos bruised.
Years can be swallowed up
in strategic artillery campaigns
Who comes
Who goes
Quiet assassinations
Back seat driving
on the right way
Home
The Third Christmas
How to avoid being again.
Just so you know
you are not alone
Decorate the Heart with Snow
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/596k7K8l5JA
Categories:
assassinations, christmas, family, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Even unto the ages,
I am with thee.
As the world, entered into
a deteriorating cycle,
evil shall arise and the
dark ages shall return.
Rages, torture, self destruction,
lies and deceitfulness,
assassinations, abductions, will
be rationalisatised by
the impious leaders of the world.
These leaders will be engendering war,
which will send the people into
a state of frenzy,
causing innocent blood
to be shed,
all by the hands
of the enemies.
The spread of genocide
shall continue as the wiping out
of tribes, continue to
depart, due to extinction,
by the evildoers.
The comings of nuclear war
shall generate a catalym,
that shall put the world back
into a desolate place.
Nevertheless, as these events
draw near, consecrate my commandments,
heart them, and I shall be with
thee, teaching and guiding the way.
In the days to come,
guard thy consciousness
as the war, has always
been against thy consciousness
from the beginning of the ages.
Cognizes thyself and apprehend
the power thee hold,
for thy life, depends on it.
As the ages creepth up,
man must save himself,
or perish for lacking
our knowledge.
Awake old man, and drink
of my wisdom. Attain
the knowledge that hounds
thy flame in bondage.
For only this will manumit
thee from the hands
of death and unchaining
thee from the circle of life.
Remain steadfast and
apprehend, that even unto the
ages, I am with thee.
Categories:
assassinations, anger, freedom, lost, meaningful,
Form:
Personification
Explode the galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion
it’s habit to be a creature of design
When the delicate send out the search party
start by scanning the various roadsides
follow the stench of day old regret
that should lead in right to my location
Where have I landed?
A strangers planet Earth?
A manic depressives getaway?
A lunatics wet dream?
Drain the oceans
bleed the kids on the mountain
the formidable foes of the knife I haven’t sharpened yet
jam packed arenas stocked with fresh meat
I’ll start at the bottom
-The Man-
The man holds the hand of his wife
greeting me with a reverse handshake
Something grainy about his personal life
leaked into his lovers tears
it sure as hell isn't this lady on his arm
Rinse his eyes in a river of lust only to let him see what he's done has scorched the Earth
straying too far from...
Rid you
Burn
The scum secretes
my head can't take much more of this eyesore
total eclipse of his soul has begun
Next up...
-The Harlot-
The girl holding the rose laughing
she’s breeding an uncanny look of impurity
Nothing perverse about what I’m thinking
it’s what she is
Spreading a soil around the town that reeks
a forked road where she walks down the handle
nothing she won’t do
nothing she won’t take or see
Come here and meet me in the middle
there aren’t so many eyes here
I’m sure this won’t be the most popular of assassinations
everyone likes a harlot
Excitement stimulates
Diseases decimate
Make up your minds
-The Vagrant-
Traveling on web feet has begun to hurt his ego
burn his shoes and prick at the calloused soul of a man ravaged by nothing
Pity is lost on skin without purpose
throw a penny at something that begs
spare a nickel for a chosen profession
Demon in disguise if you ask me
Blameless self de-evolution personified in a cardboard box
warming themselves with headlines and bold ink
Cold?
Maybe
Alas, what I do must be done
It's a thirst unquenched by a common liquid and if not
then innocence is lost in a blink of an eye
Explode this galaxy
iron out this wrinkle in time
Categories:
assassinations, artlost, lost, me, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Government Predilations
Into Covert Mind Control Hallucinations
Creating Manchurian Candidate Manifestations
Leading to JFK RFK And MLK Assassinations
Which are Explicit Abominations
To Be Enacted on God's Creations
But With The Subtle Changing of The Conversations
They Have Subdued any Interest in These Situations
Categories:
assassinations, nostalgia, political,
Form:
Dark in type
There was dark before there was light does it not prevail as part of who I am
Most of us evade the dark and know only of dreams and rejuvenations.
The dark is a part of me, it exist in corners, under disguises, and behind shields
The dark has mysteries I must know, which beckon to me by invitation
Does energy dissolve or dissipate, is death diminutive or infinitive.
If life is possible then death must be inevitable, are we not creatures of free will
I am confused and need clarification, may we not choose our time to live or die
I merely search for answers; I defy ignorance and such as that my spirit it kills.
Injustice and insatiable greed victimizes the unfortunate, unknowing and uncaring
In segments of fours we participate in delusions of the importance of our choices
Leashed and trained in obedience we strut to the music of the marching band
Standing as one under the banner of the fallen fossil we raise our voices
The eye of vision dims, illusion encompasses and the short sighted rule with ease
Blameless assassinations, circumvented accusations deceive the do wells
Life once known slowly fades away to desperation, can we go on?
The dark is everywhere even in the light, so reject it not for it has its own spells.
Categories:
assassinations, imagination, life, mystery, death,
Form:
We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us.
This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV
Every night, we saw such sadness.
Prom was a reminder of childhood.
Back to the Bibbity Bobbity Boo of Cinderella.
We girls were wearing empire waist dresses.
It was the style, little bows at the top of our hair.
We were fancy poodles, primping in our two inch heels.
Not high ones like our mothers. We had already fallen off those.
Traded in our hip hugger bell bottoms that magical night
For dresses in chiffon, polished cotton, and satins.
We were so shiny, it is a miracle a murder of crows did not carry us off.
The boys had on their best suits; not tuxes.
We were in a small Iowa farm town.
Many of the couples would marry two weeks later after graduation.
I remember how hard the junior class worked to make it beautiful for us.
There were tin foil stars and crepe paper streamers everywhere.
A strobe light, and music piped in from the folk heroes of the time.
Peter Paul and Mary, Mama Cass, Simon and Garfunkel.
Sometimes a song by Cher or Bette Midler but not as often.
The food was fantastic. The company wonderful.
Our first semi-formal dinner. I have never forgotten it.
In one way it was like middle school which we called junior high.
The boys stood around talking and laughing, and the girls danced like mad.
It was such an innocent and fun time! Taking the Viet Nam War,
And the assassinations of John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King
Out of our minds for one magical bibbity bobbity boo night.
May 1970. A memory that uplifts me to this day.
The last time I spoke to some of my classmates.
As a few were sent to Viet Nam after graduation never to return.
Categories:
assassinations, 12th grade, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Lyric