Best Criminality Poems

This time
My mime. 

Next time
My line....

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...But there exists a much broader hate,
half the species, you see, do not rate.
I’m talking, of course, about the men,
how we’re seen as less next...

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Welcome to Planet Earth, 
Our very own looney bin,
Where no human 
Is without sin.
Surely it is not only us out there,
Perhaps more advanced beings,
Or, perhaps...

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Captain America’s shield of justice
Is more than a symbol of law and order,
It stands for all that is brave and true
In America – from border...

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There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no...

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The shrill blare of my alarm clock 
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber. 
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my morning...

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The value of her name is fading,
Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness.
Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness.
A place attained from the...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like...

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I rip the rage right off of your folding face of fear
Your murdermask melts making everything crystal and clear
I kick down your doors of deception...

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people fail to deliver a job with honesty and industrious nature.
when they died, they carried pain and raised worrying rankles,
children never face them,  they...

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No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,

No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,

No more curse and
deceitful,
If...

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Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses...

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Nomad in strange lands, 
Doing it with your hands, 
Not reprimanded dead, 
But given an actor’s head. 

Time to do, breadth and space, 
So you...

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Author of “The Satanic Verses” was stabbed
this morning in NYC.
In New York, doing a reading, that city which
now allows criminality.

Yes, I know a Fatwa, was...

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Person crying and weeping for freedom
Roasted in the lonely cell of criminality
In seclusion from the family, friends
State being the arbiter and mercy-monger
Often kept for pleasure...

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