Best Barbarism Poems
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
Categories:
barbarism, 1st grade, america, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
You march calling for taxes on
things that you think we should not eat,
tax the soda, tax the chips,
and above all tax the meat!
We point out that you have no right,
you stamp your feet and raise your voice,
utterly convinced that we
should be deprived of our free choice.
We chose to smoke or choose to drink,
aware of the potential risks,
the fact you can’t control our acts
just seems to make you more pissed,
then you badger the government,
“Use the law to make them see!”
Mind your business, no one else’s,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim health care should have no cost,
and be provided without charge
by governments that cannot run
departments for registering cars.
You think I should give up my health
to those power-hungry minds
who lie and drag you through the courts
if you dare to expose their crimes?
They let people suffer so
they can win a few extra votes,
you don’t think that they would 'let die'
any ‘inconvenient’ sick folk?
Institutions ever corrupt,
and cursed with inefficiency,
have no business treating people,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim that every woman should
be able to kill without regret,
as long as it’s their own child,
and has not left the womb yet.
Never mind the barbarism,
there is something that I must say:
I’m not part of my mother’s flesh,
I’ve got my own damn DNA!
Some claim it doesn’t matter since
I cannot survive on my own,
but neither can a five-year old,
and yet murder is not condoned.
I’ve never seen the Earth before,
but I’m a unique entity,
You cut me up and say it’s fine?
Keep you damn laws off my body!
Categories:
barbarism, abortion, freedom, health, how
Form:
Rhyme
In this world
beside me I was
I left my soil,
left my sand, my fire, my water, air, breeze, wind
I left my cuckoo songs
I left my beloved love
I left my mother’s care
I left my father’s administration
I left my forefather’s graveyard
I left my fellow mate
I left my native poets and poetesses
I brought me here on another land
Here was not my brother, sister, mother, father, my relatives
There was not beloved, was not the tone of my native flute
Here I did not find my native songs
Not find my native language, not find my native poems
Not find the taste and flavor of my native cuisine
But here I find soil, sand, air, breeze, fire
Here I find the same sun, same moon, same stars
Here I find the same day and the same night
Here I find the same human being made in blood and flesh
same expression, same feelings
Cannot I make them my brother, sister, lover, beloved?
Why so much killing in the name of patriotism?
Why so much hate in the name of religion?
Why so much inhumanity in the name of civilization?
Why so much barbarism in the name superpower mission?
-March 27, 2019, 2019 Chattogram
Categories:
barbarism, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was no any of natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
Fear, horror, dark, terror, misery and ill spirits spread
Committing destruction, death in a horrible situation,
Dust, dirt, smoke coiled over the whole atmosphere
The harmless animals are quite perplexed, helpless
They began crying, shouting, running, rushing, fainting
Seeing reddish spots and innumerable torn bodies,
They blamed one another for committing the crime,
Brawling, harming, plotting hardened in them
A long conflict complicated and awful tangled,
Loosing the worms of crime, injustice and corruption,
The virtues sunk and the vices rose everywhere
Envious state of barbarism, terrorism inflicted on them
The poor animals lost peace and principles they had
Centuries curse engulfed all what was out of thought,
Ferocious animals are in the neighbouring big forest
They always wait for chances on the helpless ones,
They do not care for hesitating in violating terms
Committing all sorts of hyenas and monstrous harms,
They know how and when to cook poisonous broth
And how to throw an unseen net to catch the rest,
Once some cats were quarrelling nearby the bush
Some wild dogs of the big forest made an instant rush,
For repeated barking mewing was beyond of hearing
Foxes and monkeys also joined within a quick haste
Crows, kites and vultures started crowing for the feast
What more, rats and mice left the bush being frightened
Dreadful tumult, commotion, collision, conflict took place
At the arrival of buffalos, deer, bears, wolfs and hyenas,
But with the unexpected appearance of lions and tigers
All the surroundings became instant silent and isolated
All went away murmuring without a single looking back,
The victorious were excited having got all easy victory
But they found troubles to enjoy the whole empire lonely
So there were roaring, shouting, blustering, threatening
Of occupying empire, power, lordship and over lordship
‘Might is right’ established in the ruleless bestial state.
Categories:
barbarism, dark,
Form:
Imagism
Mama you missed a part….
You never told me;
You groomed me mama.
You taught me to walk and talk like a lady:
And that I did.
But Mama you forgot,
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, through your eyes;
I saw myself accomplished
A willed woman ready and mastered to conquer the world:
You groomed me to love the ones in my life
And I will receive the best in turn.
And that I did
But mama your words were of short.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me…..
You told me to be of a strong heart.
To get up where men had stomped me down;
And Mama I did
I got up and fought when I was weak.
But Mama my strength is now void.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me to guard my principles’…
I did, but Mama why can a man be so cruel.
Mama I guarded myself;
But with one flick of a page;
I was robbed.
I was robbed by a man whose woes perceived my doom.
Mama you forgot ;
Mama, you skipped a part.
Mama, you told me to love myself.
I did, but how do I do so now.
When my feathers have been plucked right up to the stem;
Mama I can never fly again with a broken wing.
Mama I can never have a stride like that of a queen.
Mama, you forgot.
Mama you skipped a part.
Mama, I am a broken angel.
Mama, I am now incomplete.
Mama, I am now walking with a crooked heel.
Mama, I cannot conquer the world anymore.
Mama, you skipped a part.
Mama, how do I unveil myself from the shame of being devoured?
Devoured by a man I know not.
But a man whose barbarism I will remember for the rest of my days.
Mama, you forgot to tell me there would be such
Mama, it slipped your mind to inform me how to deal with it.
Mam, you did not,
You did not teach me to get up form such demeanoring savageness.
Mama being raped, Mama deflowered.
Mama where did I go wrong...???
Mama you forgot.
Mama, you skipped a part...........
Categories:
barbarism, abuse, daughter, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Murder
Rape
Homosexuality
Theft
Abortion
Incest
Slothfulness
Racism
Greed
Idol Worship
Blasphemy
Genocide
War
Terrorism
Hate
Destruction
Annihilation
Lies
Broken Promises
Fear
Corruption
Suicide
Barbarism
Slavery
Prostitution
Bullying
Gambling
Jealousy
Where does it all end?
It ends Where Love begins.
Categories:
barbarism, religion,
Form:
List
Born a lover, man of valor and strength
Admiration of women, eyes in length
Head of the valiant
Power acquired from assailant
Might relinquished at hand
Born to conquer by hand
From the sword lives the strong
Bold and louder than a gong
Name etched on stones to lead
Fame carved on skins to bleed
Highlander is the warrior
Half-man and half-sorcerer
Skilled to live and conquer
Fated to last like a meteor
Hundreds of years he has lived
Real or myth, not short-lived
To kill is to survive with dolor
To die is to live with honor
Villains of various characters
Attempted to deceive as praters
Enemies wearing tatters
Bearing signs and symbols of partners
Charlatans in images of beasts
Or allies of antagonist that feasts
No one has yet silenced
Voice of protagonist in valence
The name remains the same
Under a curse he lived without shame
Redemption for every kill on his list
Contrition and pains in his whist
Gorged with uncontrollable dreams
Scourge of endless reams
Hands of stone that's blown
Heart of own that groan
Immortality is the prize of existence
Mortality as the wager of penitence
Sword is a sign of the Cross
A token of torments embossed
Balance of justice he lived for
Weights of toils he'll die for
Hero or heel, he asked
Brewed or screwed, he basked
A King in his right to live
A slave in his sight to give
Blood in his own vein that whines
Soul in a body that grinds
Highlander is the title coined
Man of justice in his cry conjoined
Love in his heart will stand tall
Over heroism or barbarism of the fall
Love will prevail in the heart of the Highlander
Destined to outlast, not falter
There can only be one...
Categories:
barbarism, character, hero, identity, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
To the people of the earth, we convey this greeting.
We are quite anxious for this long-awaited meeting.
Coming in peace, we are your cousins, as once before.
In a few hours, we’ll be reunited once more.
You will recognize us; our appearance you will know.
We see the sun we once shared ten million years ago.
The planet’s orbit remains between Venus and Mars.
History is forgotten, but we remember ours.
Our first arrival was with the great reptiles roaming.
Something happened, and we could not save them from dying.
Your entire world was completely warm and tropical.
This appeared to be the ideal place for our people.
Our interstellar travel made us masters of space.
However, we knew nothing of climate in this place,
or evolution and genetics within our race.
Your planet is in a section of isolation.
It takes many years to reach your civilization.
Our starships would be bringing news from the galaxy.
They would land three or four times in every century.
Your earth was once a constant tropical paradise.
However, climactic changes covered it with ice.
A strange phenomenon caused some harmless mutations.
Some of us were immune. There were no alterations.
This did not kill, or cause destructive physical harm.
It did start to arouse inevitable alarm.
Two separate groups arose over thousands of years.
Suspicion was perpetuated and caused great fears.
Those who did not leave earth sank into barbarism.
Envy, discord, and conflict were caused by the schism.
We had thought the end came for your civilization.
Your first radio signals gave us indication
that your culture has survived all these millennia.
This discovery has given us euphoria.
We see you have made your long ascent from savagery.
We are here to restore the long-lost fraternity.
We have uncovered much since we abandoned the earth.
Now that you are re-discovered, there will be much mirth.
Perpetual tropical climate, we will restore.
You won’t have to withstand freezing winters anymore.
With genetic mutation, there’s no need to endure.
For your offensive, yet harmless plague, we have a cure.
For what is now wrong, we have the power to make right.
Only let us know how many of you are still white.
Based on the short story "Reunion" by the late Arthur C. Clarke
Categories:
barbarism, adventure, science fictionearth, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Terrorism is the new face of barbarism
Decades passed since barbarism eradicated
But our earth is once again confiscated
Emerged by intimidation of terrorism
A war loaded with ammunition
A threat at a gunpoint
That's somehow becomes end point
Here terrorism won over humanity
Mankind,killed with insanity
Gods benevolence somehow disappears
Then terrorists suddenly appears
Tricks everyone and enter with slow pace
And bloodbath whole of the place
At first firing and screaming heard
Then the noises of weeping,tears shed
Souls departs from the dead
Witness the brutal world but their questions left unanswered
That why innocents life became blurred
Gradually their body rests in grave , not in peace but in rage
Life turned dark because there is no one longer for family to camoulfage
Every person on earth interrogates
That why on earth terrorists do blood shed
Why they let many tears shed
From where they come from
Neither for cast,nor for nationality
But their hearts are filled with brutality
These are not the war against region
But the wars against humanism
The barbarism now termed as terrorism
They did what they had learnt
by slaughtering the one who comes in Front
Nobody knows why they quench for war
Why they want to pile up the corpses
Perchancly they got pride instead of remorses
War by war they becomes more maleficent
Destroy the world which once was magnificent
Aftermath was very catastrophic
Now terrorism is the new face of barbarism
Because barbarians has no culture and civilization
Categories:
barbarism, abuse, confidence, courage, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
Categories:
barbarism, faith, history, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
UN: 177 countries vote
in support of the right
of Palestinians
to self-determination
At least the world now knows
The blood stained tyrants behind scenes
they who act unjust against humanity
blind to truth and creation
They can no longer hide
as its written on the wailing wall
for those who seek truth
They will find answers to justice
Seven countries opposed
four countries abstained
Its about time I believe
The killing has got to stop
peace has the only voice
that should be heard in all this
Shame on Israeli minister
him calling on the devils bidding
beheading is separation of the heart and soul
a satanic ritual of barbarism
Sounds like the golden calf
is being worshiped once again
blind ugly fools
godless such deeds
I pray to God to be merciful
unto such unjust sins
because we all know Mosses law
laid down by the Almighty Father Himself
Categories:
barbarism, conflict, pain, peace, pride,
Form:
Free verse
we all believe in realism,
some agree with Darwinism,
have all life forms evolved,
most problems unsolved,
some see life through a prism,
erupting into barbarism,
killing of young and old,
In such ways that leave us cold,
Communism capitalism fascism,
defined ideologies of demonism,
tribal leaders our minds they Mould,
to exaggerate their paper gold,
let's remove the shackles of skepticism,
our outlook must be optimism.
Categories:
barbarism, political,
Form:
Rhyme
SAVAGERY
Bound tight by blinding shock,
Captured stiff by coaled astonishment,
Enslaved hard by utter incredulity,
In sight to four tortured sacrifices -
Humiliated human bonfires to appease the dark lords.
It was a bad dream; a demented nightmare!
And I was being sucked in. I had to wake up, fast!
I awoke - and it stared at me defiantly in the face;
Obdurately reinforcing its reality; I wilted - as I
Stared at the fanatical apostles of nihilism.
We've all become feral animals - maniacal brutes!
Innocent or guilty - it matters not!
Indeed, madness reigns supreme in our midst;
The spirit of unbridled brutality has run amok!
Sick, sick, heads, journeying all over; what barbarism!
A finger pointing; four others looking back.
Tell me, who is innocent? None!
Tell me, who breathes without sin? None!
But, what do we see in the land?
Unhinged lunacy - a morbid display on a polluted earth.
Our shepherds continually play deaf
To the collective desires of their sheep.
The doors of frustration has long blown wide open -
Rapidly ushering out diverse evils, without measure.
The land is swollen with generational blood;
While truth and equity remains constant illusions.
Remember, wrongly wielding the sword,
Paves straight to perishing by it;
Comeuppance to the vile executioners!
For the painfully departed, right words, I have none.
Ergo, Nigeria, our Nigeria, I plead; for mercy I plead,
On you, on me, on us; for divine fortitude for
All connected with lives, young and not, already lost.
(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012
Categories:
barbarism, death,
Form:
Blank verse
Old fruit tree
By front porch;
July harvest
~~~~~~~~~
A dear friend visits
Chat over old times;
Feeling young again
~~~~~~~~~
Scary dream last night
Unhappy endings;
Morning aftershock
~~~~~~~~~
Jigsaw puzzle pieces
Mickey and company;
Difficult fit
~~~~~~~~~
Morning ritual
Early wake-up call;
Drowsy awakening
~~~~~~~~~
So much stuff
Too much nonsense;
Not much else
~~~~~~~~~
Temple visit
Prayers for the dead;
Ancestral tablets
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday church
Sermon on the Mount;
Lovely echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Morning papers
Another beheading;
Modern barbarism
~~~~~~~~~
Sadly we mourn
Your sudden passing;
Think upon old days
~~~~~~~~~
Familiar faces
From another life;
Nondescript
~~~~~~~~~
Troubling times
Conflicts and chaos;
Empires of the mind
~~~~~~~~~
Dying is easy
Living feels hard;
So much suffering
~~~~~~~~~
Close encounters
Death and taxes;
In-between distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Early songbird 20th floor
Sweet lullabies cooing;
Pleasant surprise
~~~~~~~~~
Joy in the morning
Savvy sunburst;
Light on my face
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2015
Singapore
Categories:
barbarism, change,
Form:
Haiku
I am the spark of fire
Come of the heaps of ashes
Of the deceased,
I am not afraid of death
I am ever momentary birth
Of the immortality,
I wake up in the song
Of the Great Time,
I am on running ever
My soul peeps into obscurity
Like a sword of grass
I am not a coward
To bow down at the feet of naked gods
My risen heart sustains the rhythm
Of the universe
Like the wave of ocean
I can break through the broken
For the new ever
I am I can be
If you don’t stand by me
I can’t wait for a while
Time is too cruel to shed tears
Time is too fast to get at
Time is too restless to console
I am on fighting and struggling
For upholding my essence
In the cradle of the debris
I never allow getting my soul defeated
I am seed of the eternity
To sprout anywhere,
My drop of blood can make
The flood of victory!
Every feeling of the thought
Can kindle the damp mind of nation:
Every realization
Every remonstration
Every contradiction
Like dust of soil
Hold the vast creation
I am among the all of it
However a bit!
Yet I am fit to beat prejudices
Vanity and barbarism,
To bring love to this world
You can never hurt me
And touch me
Beyond all touch and clash,
But I am in you with you
Even around you ever,
I am a bit of cause of the great cause
To cause this universe
Both diversity and conformity
Cause me to concern the integration
Of body and mind
…………………………
Categories:
barbarism, beach, friend, life, lonely,
Form:
Elegy