Best Death Rate Poems

I could see the virus approaching so why couldn't he?
But he had to keep investors happy and save the economy
On his watch people in their thousands, died needlessly
The U.K. had a spiralling death rate, a preventable tragedy.

He didn't listen to the top scientists, they have...

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It swept across our world at the start of this year
An invisible enemy that brought with it great fear
My government was concerned about the economy 
And let this merciless virus invade my country. 

They said “let’s build resistance with herd immunity “
And like wildfire it...

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                   ~A Poet Cherishes...

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We’re all hurled
Into the midst,
A perfect world
Does not exist.

Taught to hate,
Doomed to die.
Our death rate
Has soared sky-high.  

We can escape,
Begin the climb.
Build to reshape
Free from crime.

Help to offset
Push and shove.
Do not forget
How to love....

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There are to many mother's burying their babies..have you been to a funeral lately..the hurt the pain,it's so insane,the count of deaths and the famlies never rest,the death rate is getting higher,and those thatsay they didn't comited the crime turns out to be a liar,the...

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When I was young,                                         ...

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There is a field where Sherman marched
Across the bloody South
Just beside a freeway, that connects it to the North
No one builds and no one plants on hallowed bloody ground
And late at night tis said there’s ghosts that hover all around

In the spring there’s beauty on...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Why  can't we 
get paid?

We want 
our
reparation,

for 
lost wages
of
our labor,

since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began

Reparations
for pain 
and
suffering,

from being 
auctioned 
as 
commodity,

to
racist
White men -

We were sold 
off,

to 
different 
slave owners,  

displacing us
from our 
mother, father, 
sister, 
and 
brother, forever -

We demand
to be 
compensated,

for our
separation 
from 
family -

We want reparation
for
false imprisonment 
as slave's.

Why can't we 
get paid?

What we want
is
Retroactive Reparations -

It's the only 
way

that 
we can
catch up 
financially,

to 
the descendants
of 
white slave owners,

who profited 
from 
our hard...

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The United States of America

The day has actually come
Halting normal life on earth
Everyone felt the abrupt change
Unexpectedly dissolving our mirth
Now the enemy is creeping our way
Invisibly attacking our precious nation
Thank God our President is mighty fine
Embracing the war challenge with action
Decisive steps were taken right...

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Attention please, many fishes have been hooked by the bait 

They flutter their eyes, cross their legs and excuse the death rate

Desensitized by the detest, violence, and killings  

But then having the body exposed is way too chilling

Excited in all the madness, there’s no...

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a just judge thats' fair                                        ...

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Tainted wits... blurred in 
clarity, 
a madman's coronation... our 
country's plight. 
atlas, we are home, choked in 
parity 
another to our last 51, the 
journey's so far. 
can we break the walls? 

This imagination, a shattering 
throne. 
when city's celebrate a 
thousand birth-years, 
then we...

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I have a theory Gislane Maxwell was jailed
Another theory she worked with and for Epstien
One more theory andrew windsor is served trial Doc's
Another theory 56 million was the pre pandemic death rate
A theory there was deep concern that 1 to 2 million
Worldwide might die.? 
A...

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Every day is special, but not all you’d recognize
The Fluffy Slipper Lint Day just took me by surprise
It occurs in late October, the 26th is set aside
When people all over the world celebrate fairies that have died
You don’t know about this fairy, the Fluffy Bunny...

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Just unbound, the death rate.
Red roses had no qualms. Numbers,
unapologetic, they die or commit suicide.
Death had no tombs. One by one they
cross the stream, sinking half, floating half
in a cynic system, heedless, emaciated,
eyes looking beyond, cavernous.

They kiss the doors, will not comeback,
pilgrims of grapes or...

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