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Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . .

     In another time, under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi
Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children,
imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were
shot, or hanged.  The first exterminations of prisoners took place in the 
month of September, 1941.  Those not killed in the gas chambers died 
of starvation, forced labor, disease, self inflicted death, and medical
experiments.  Prisoners were forced to staff the gas chambers.  After they
were dead the bodies were burned in ovens or tossed into pits like garbage.
They had stripped them of their clothes, stripped them of all dignity.
Piles of shoes, clothing, eyeglasses, suitcases even baby things taken.
Today those things are in museums to honor forever the millions of dead.
Hundreds of Germans staffed the camps but only 12% have been convicted
of war crimes.  Auschwitz was liberated on January 27, 1945 but most of
the population had been evacuated and sent on a death march.  All this,
was in another time.   Hopefully the world has learned from this horrific
time in history.  Black and white pictures of unimaginable scenes are 
witness to what happened during the years 1933 to 1945.  But the scenes
I see on the news seem that the world has not learned the lesson well and
leave me weeping and weeping for those who suffer. 

I saw an image
   of a women with children-
               death their   destiny                

July 14, 2016

Poetry/Narrative/Senryu/Weeping Still
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-673-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the  contest, Any Poem Written in 2016
sponsor, Laura Loo

Third Place

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Mental Massacre

My mind opened releasing the remnants of Pandora’s Box
Revealing the wraths of a complete paradox
Eradicating the thought process like a mental massacre
Destroying your clarity until your notions are obscure
Slaughtering your expressions, total annihilation
Bludgeoning your lines, poetic eradication 
Devouring your preconception, with utter devastation
Eliminating your disposition, enlightened extermination 
Butchering your reason with a brutal bloodbath
Lyrics linger in limbo lost in the aftermath
Slaying your insight with catastrophic rhymes
Conscious collapsin' corpses fallin' with the times
A war of words, our philosophies collide
Verses fall victim to a vicious verbal genocide 

Copyright © ChiquitaChiamaka Baity | Year Posted 2011

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I Continue to Rise


I've been judged by the color of my skin
Treated like i'm a nothing,a nobody
Called by many a name:a fool, a nothing,not even a human
But i continue to rise

They hate me for who i am
They try their best to put me down
They try to fill my heart with despair
But yet i still continue to rise

Every chance they get,its to cause me hurt
They look at me like i'm some kind of abomination
They constantly seek my extermination
But i still continue to rise

Do they hate me for just being me
That i don't follow the crowds,or go with their flow
The fact that i'm different from them
The fact that i don't do the same things they do.

And as if that wasn't enough
My own race at times shun me, and criticize each other
Their constanly going against one another,son against father,daughter against mother
Sometimes i feel trapped in this malice
Smothered in this constant hatery of the races
We all must try to seek freedom and redemption
This is why i must continue to rise

I offer prayers to those in need of prayers
I shed a tear for the fallen and broken,watching the tears become a river  
Can you people see this black youth's tears
All i can do now is pray for peace,hope,and better days
In fact,let me say a prayer in hopes of better days
For these reasons i'm gonna continue to rise

I want to say peace and love to people in the east,west,north,and south.
To lift them all out of misery,sorrow,and doubt
R.I.P. and love to those who've come and gone.
Good luck and better days to those who've yet to be born.

R.I.P. to my people who're no longer here.
Love to those who're fighting for a better future
But until the day that i can see you all again
I will continue to live,continue to dream

Through all the pain,sadness,and rain.
The sun will shine one day again.
And we'll hold hands and watch hope rise
Which is why for that I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO RISE..

Copyright © Harrison Fairchild | Year Posted 2010

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Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do 
But dance?

Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.

My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.

The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.

The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love

Copyright © Yvette Lisa Ndlovu | Year Posted 2012

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The Final Solution.

Thousands were selected.
In each country, hunted and arrested.
Hatred so extreme. Genocide the theme.
Mass extermination, old, young and sick.
Into the pit.
Sons and daughters, like your own.
Gassed and burnt, down to the bone.
Slaughter of a human race.
Because, a type of face.
Naked en mass, waiting for the gas.
What a way to die!
Unable to breath or cry.
Vomit, blood and gore.
They are no more. 

I have had lots of feedback on this poem.
Mostly, they comment on Hitler being
the cause, I think that the whole German race
was responsible.  The clouds of smoke from the ovens
covered all of Europe. The smell of burnt flesh was
 everywhere. All of Germany combined to carry
out this enormous task.

Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2006

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Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota,
And the Sioux,
Choking for a breath of life's sustaining air,
Smothered beneath the white man's blanket.
The beating heart of native drums, are stilled, frozen
In the middle of it's rhythmic thumping, no pauses echo,
Can be heard on the open plain.
The weeping woman kneels, on sacred ground, she sheds
A river of bleeding tears, burning a permanent mark, across
A baron landscape.
Death's black raven shields itself, under it's crimson soaked wing,
Against shames moral injustice, humanity's inhumanity, towards it's
Own kindred. 
The final verdict of the white man's justice, based on nothing more,
Than skin color, difference of beliefs, and sheer ignorance.
Extermination, nay a holocaust, greed fever, drives the white demons.
How much blood can mother earth be forced to drink, before
She drowns herself, or spats up everything, with sheer
Disdane, and hatreds malice.
Treaties written in vanishing ink, promises disappear in thin air,
Revealing a liars sharpened tongue.
The odds have always been stacked against those believing
In fairness.
Flights appendages are clipped, on the dove of peace, leaving it
Unable to soar above it's own habitat.
Wreckage’s refugees stumble, in the ruins after math,
Rapes victims of civilizations civilized,
Are left devoid of their heritages legacy.
Elders chieftains representatives of a once great nation,
Smoke peace pipes in the white mans hunting lodge, in Washington,
As human beings are hauled like cattle's cargo,
Taken to reservations burial grounds. 
Ancient ancestral beings, lit up heaven's vast expanse, by torches flame,
To guide the souls of the dead, unto their great spiritual plain beyond.
The pale horse gallops forward, without a rider,
And the red people become a phantom tribe, vanishing
 Upon the winds shifting tides.
Giving one last final battle war cry, 
Why my father but the great spirit answers not.
Behold America's legacy, a world trampled beneath
 It's heavy feet, all in the name of progress, or for the cause
Of Manifest destiny.

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

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Many years ago 
There was a line;
Drawn for purposes of segregation.
A crow was responsible 
Since the beginning of time--
So as we rewind--
To tell of this line-- 
And it's modern day crime--
Sit back and listen,
Thou following be divine.
Thy several reasons why 
Our nation still stands-- 
Divided we still stand.
Separately we must die.
Hatred will only become stronger-- 
If we continue to light the torch. 
Various things men can do--
To put out the roaring flame,
There is that one word--
Which should never be used--
With all privileges these men abuse,
Such as freedom of speech--
And right to bear arms.
We will all continuously lose.
It's not over, 
It's never over.
It will never end-- 
If we continue this trend.
A gun and an attitude-- 
Could be a deadly combination,
A man of color who needs money-- 
Could be a recipe for extermination. 
Racial profiling doesn't necessarily exist, 
It is this man and his imagination--
That allow these issues to co exist.
Pray my lord, 
That we can put aside-- 
Our petty differences, 
Our separate churches,
Our separate television channels,
Our separate bars,
Barber shops,
Funeral homes,
Our unwillingness to change;
Our weakness--
Our fear.
You must help us 
Divided we still stand 
Separately we are burried.

Copyright © Collin Wolfer | Year Posted 2016

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Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?

Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being a lying pretender
never giving up what fate bequeath!

Restless spirits from vanquished foes
can not invade that haughty parade.
Brave conquerors of weakened tribes
living out a false, arrogant charade.

History now reveals the dishonor disguised.
And tales of false victories cleverly contrived!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015


In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist.

"In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes.

"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand.

In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Who will light the ovens?

Herded on to reservations.
Their chiefs humiliated.
International witnesses killed and abused.
Geneva conventions are ignored.
Oslo agreements are trashed.
United Nation covenants and agreements denied.
Numbers were written on their foreheads.
Their homes and olive trees are destroyed.
They are killed at a rate of four to one.
There seems to be only one solution
for a people whose capacity for survival is so great.
Even their women sacrificed themselves
to get your attention to the depth of their grief.
They have already had their Trail of Tears and 
there is no where for them to go.
Extermination, genocide are 
the traditional methods
for getting rid of peoples in the way.
So, who will start the ovens for Palestinians?
I know that Exxon will supply the gas.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2010

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Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton

Closets ablaze, melt my past reality. Lets push the 
boundaries to what is real and not rel for this clan 
you see.

Let's get over all that doesn't last cause the present moment
has come and gone. No more skeletons shout to death all that's
been never dying and leaves many lliving shamed.

And I want skeletons no more in that big, tall amoire with a skeleton
head on the shelf.  My mind lives in its head no more.  We're no longer
haunted as extermination of our past memories blew up in smoke.

Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton, Skeleton

Melt my past reality.  Lets push the boundaries on what's real and not
real for this clan you see. There are no longer scary hellos from our past
or do not enters that do not last.

By Susan Mills

Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2010

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Don't Be Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

Do we dare decide to come to the aid of the big bad wolf? 
Once upon a time wolves thrived from the Arctic Tundra to Mexico. 
Nevertheless, this species became nearly eradicated because of man. 
‘The systematic slaughtering of animals begets grave consequences. 

By the early 1900s, wolf populations were perilously shrinking.
Extinction would surely ensue if “The Law” did not intervene. 

Although a hundred pound snarling wolf is definitely frightful, 
Fear needed to be overcome for these beautiful animals to survive. 
Rocky mountain wolf populations specifically required relief. 
At alarming rates, these intriguing creatures were disappearing. 
In 1973 Canis lupis was put on the Endangered Species List. 
Decidedly, designated recovery areas were determined. 

Obviously, habitat loss and extermination programs had over killed. 
Fortunately, Yellowstone National Park participated in recovery.

There at Yellowstone, amazing benefits to all life became apparent. 
Helping the wolves ultimately balanced co-existing animal species. 
Evidently, God knew what He was doing when he created Canis lupis. 

By reintroducing wolves, man learned; the trophic cascade improved. 
Instinctual predation surprisingly increased other wildlife populations. 
Grasslands, which had been over grazed, began regenerating. 

Banks of the river became more stable due to reforestation. 
And the ecosystem transformed, as did physical attributes of the land. 
Dams were built by beavers offering niches for small animals. 

Wolves had indirectly changed the behavior of the rivers. 
Overwhelmingly, the reintroduction of wolves into the park was positive. 
Let us all dare to overcome fears and take steps to replenish God’s creatures. 
For in doing so, Earth becomes a Garden of Eden for all to enjoy. 

Copyright March 18, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Canis Lupus the 
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton

Read more at:
1.	 Wolves in Yellowstone National Park
2.	How Wolves Change Rivers.
3.	Beautiful pphotgraphs of wolves

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

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I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.

There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.

Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven, 
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.

An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink. 

That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a Negro and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.

Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.

A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.

Copyright © SILA MUTHOKA | Year Posted 2012

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   Burning bodies, staring eyes.
   Smoking chimneys, human cries.
   Gas chambers for Jews to die.
   Frozen corpses piled up high.
   Electric wires inflicting pain.
   Mass starvation, inhumane.
   Old aged people, mental cases
   Skin and bone with human faces.
   Amputations, detrimental.
   Unethical, experimental.
   Too weak to stand, debilitated.
   Left to die, emaciated.
   Open graves deceased or not
   Decomposing humans left to rot.
   Undignified but freedoms there.
   The stench of death was everywhere
   Dentists practicing extractions
   Gold fillings became distractions.
   Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
   The master plan, extermination.
   Eradication of a race.
   Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
   The Nazi party pursued their aim.
   As the world averted eyes in shame.
   10 / 15 / 2016.

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2016

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There are so many terrors,
Die and die without.

Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2007

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Were You There

Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?

Weren't you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn't that our Big Bang of an Idea?

Let's just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
occupation, attire, 
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on....
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.

So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left's deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter's new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.

But, I also thought we were all there 
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo's biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son's Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?

Did we misunderstand something about our shared
"child of YHWH" status?
Might we be our Father's first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and breathing
and noticing dipolarity of Time's Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?

I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
"I never have enough quality time for myself" plot-lines,
long-reiterated issues
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time's co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping, 
communing in generous nutritional climates.

So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?

I suppose this  is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
embracing Ego-purgation.
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.

Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it's PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
cooperative economics
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!

We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
every year.
You can't spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can't dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
as womb,
without first letting yourself fall down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for next year's WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time's DiPolar Diastasis.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Path To An Unknown Destination

As I travel on the path to an unknown destination.......
I must conquer the process of never-ending education
Average math pupil but good with money multiplication
So I try hard to keep rigid concentration
Don't need drugs or liquor to grant my brain stimulation
The elevation
Of my irritation
Anger accumulation
If I fail a task I feel internal humiliation
So I'm up to my neck with worries about to die from self-strangulation
Self termination
My own extermination
Then next comes the inevitable inflammation
So I face Heaven's cremation
Now in Hell I witness my soul's incarceration and incineration
I seek some solitude, give me my space-indentaion
I'm confident a star without the constellation
Better yet I'm the Earth minus the rotation
Circle the 7 continents-circumnavigation
Rebuild my nation
Who am I kidding that's my imagination
An indication
Of dedication
Which mingles with frustration
Which is an expectation
Of this generation
But I am forever notorius I welcome seperation
Fighting two on one with anticipation and contemplation
Losing the battle my face scarred beyond mutilation
Something bad in my blood I feel the devestation
Of living with contamination bad sanitation
Takin no hesitation to carry out the investigation
Now its too late, notice the mutation
Now I take over the land-gentrification
Build a foundation
Living quarters get the best renovation
See my creation
The ultimate innovation
Shine so bright my life is your illumination
In my dreams my company names me president without the inaugeration
Good luck to my relations and affiliations
The eradication
Of my station
Completing installation and insulation
With collasal temptation
To put my feelins in isolation
My heart has no visitations
Readers form your own interpretations.......
Life is a simulation
With many manifestations
Still on a path to an unknown destination

 (Took 47 sec to start typing)(Typed in 22 min, 12:53-1:15) 8-25-09

Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009

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My Take On The Holocaust

Let me tell you a sad story, a true story . . . Maybe some of my facts are not exactly right on, maybe some of my dates are off, but the story is true. In another time under the dictatorship of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi Party, millions deemed undesirable were murdered, including children. Imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps and extermination camps or were shot or hanged. The first extermination of prisoners took place in the month of September, 1941. Those not killed in gas chambers died of starvation, forced labour, disease, self-inflicted death, and medical experiments. Prisoners were forced to staff the gas chambers, After they were dead the bodies were burned in ovens or tossed into pits like garbage. They had stripped them of their clothes, stripped them of all dignity. Piles of shoes, clothing, eyeglasses, suitcases even baby things taken. Today these things are in museums to honor forever the millions of dead. Hundreds of Germans staffed the camps but only 12% have been convicted of war crimes. Auschwitz was liberated on January 27, 1945 but most of the population had been evacuated and sent on a death march. All this, was in another time. Hopefully the world has learned from this horrific time in history. Black and white pictures of unimaginable scenes are witness of what happened during the years, 1933 to 1945. But, the scenes leave me weeping and weeping for those who suffered in the Holocaust. I saw an image- of a women with children walking- death was their journey's end ____________________________ Re-write from July 14, 2016 (Weeping Still)

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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Tongue Twister Time

'Tis a twisted, tawdry tale I tell
about traumatized turkeys in trouble! 
Two tense tribes of turkeys are in a tizzy !!!
'Tis no time to be timid, the time is ticking !!
Tongue-tied and tense, too terrified to talk!
their tail-feathers are twisted, it's torment they've got!

Taunts and threats are taking a toll
Tormented by a tip from a tacky, tattle-tale tipster
They are tagged to be treats and tidbits, tempting tasters
as tasty trophies, topping Thanksgiving tables!

Terrified turkeys are terribly traumatized 
Trembling in terror....tired, and too tuckered out!

Teary Old Tom is taking tranquilizers,
Tipping tequila....and teaspoons of tonic
Trudy, is trying to tame her terrible trepidation !
She's heard tawdry, tasteless, taboo tales of extermination!

The tribe tiptoes timidly, tearfully trembling 
Tongue-tied, trying not to tempt tyrannical terrorists..
Taking tactics, retracing turkey tracks, treading on ice,
teetering on the threshold of time

Targets for termination ???! 
This travesty is titanic, terrible, and too intolerably tragic !!

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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Holocaust at the Time

Murder of six million Jews
Murder through holocaust
Holocaust as foretold
Holocaust in scripture
Scripture Daniel 8:23-26
Scripture for the vision
Vision from an angel concerned
Vision in the distant future
Future came to an end
Future on Nazi regime
Regime of Jewish problems
Regime of Adolph Hitler
Hitler on “Final Solution”
Hitler operated death camps
Camps of extermination
Camps to carry out execution
Execution of Jewish people
Execution as genocide
Genocide as holocaust
Genocide as catastrophe
Catastrophe in 1942
Catastrophe as persecution
Persecution as state-sponsored
Persecution being systematic
Systematic executions
Systematic coordination
Coordination as finality
Coordination for solution
Solution to the problem
Solution to end the war
War on Soviet prisoners
War on Nazi tyranny
Tyranny with collaborators
Tyranny of Germany
Germany on World War II
Germany as part of history 
History of death marchers
History of no resistance
Resistance due to uprising
Resistance led to futility
Futility being helpless
Futility as a result of evilness
Evilness defeated prosperity
Evilness destroyed humanity
Humanity over troubled souls
Humanity at the time
Time to reflect
Time to pray for human race
Human race…


"The Holocaust"
for Jamie Pan's
"War and Heroism"
Poetry Contest

Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016

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When might was not right,
An inferno of genocide,
For all those lost in the Holocaust,
A tribute to everyone lost,
Widespread slaughter, the cost,
The massacre of the Holocaust,'
Catastrophe of mass extinction,
People lost in extermination,
All the survivor baggage,
Of such destructive carnage,
The world had to see the light,
Finally, when might was not right. 

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016

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What Do You Celebrate

As you are gathering with your families:
As you laugh and sing;
Watching fireworks displays;
Are you remembering?
You celebrate a birthday, one free from tyranny;
My people have a birthday as well today.
It is to remember the beginning of death and slavery.
You became masters of;
The very things you escaped.
Religious persecutions;
Theft, death, and rape.
You place your hand to your heart;
And pledge love and loyalty.
Ignoring all the deaths you cause;
And proclaiming you are free.
Terrorism and genocide;
Extermination of children.
If this is the price of your liberty;
You are not really free.
Shove food into your face;
While you starve another race.
Upon the money that you worship;
You write in God we trust.
And eager to create more wars;
To satisfy your lust.
Land of the free;
Home of bravery.
Today what you celebrate;
Is death and slavery.

Darlene Dotson ~ Cherokee Proud

Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2015

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The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts: Pt2

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”

The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats in their hearts, 
what have they seen?
Avians murmurating stories 
on the Sensate Slip Stream
Invisible golden chords?
Pulled this way and then that
Strung on silk 
or barbed-wire
Pearls in a Harbour
Hawaii 41 then f*** off 45
Silent Hiroshima 
broken church spires
Hokulani Oahu 
Hawaiian Hibiscus Leis
floating on clear untouched
crystal ocean 
Geisha Quiet Divas
Stoic Men in Top Hats
black cherry blossom
burnt bitter sweet
lackadaisical treats for 
the calculus Monster’s
hibernating heart beat
haiku written
simple dulcet lines spun
on cotton candy clouds
blown like bubbles
from the soap pipes
of winsome War Hawks
whore-kissed by 
big guns blowing 
putrid seeds over
their wondering winds
deadly opium 
smoked in war-room
no thought on the run 
stand behind blinds
while moving plastic models
pretending nothing is better
than playing with 
their big fat water-guns
smoking peace pipes 
for synchronicity 
of minds, they become
lost in the glory
the winning, the fun 
cash burning petrol 
territorial takes lives
Headlines in The Times?

Avian flies high 
spirals pirouetting 
blood pumping
pulls in memories
in another dimension
6000 reduced to 41
Dresden ‘33 - ‘45
Trains, gas, stacked as rats
stacked as 1

What Avian blood has seen
and transcribed through
the memories of birds
and the stories they fly
gas sucked through a pipe
showering over innocent 
bald heads, naked as babies 
the children with mothers and fathers
and innocent minds
lampshades of skin 
fat into soap 
nightmare is this scene
gas worse than a rope

“A world forgotten by now…”,
the Past cries,
“Never again to be seen!”
Borders are crossed
different colour 
their skin
Big Blue Swallowing Vacuum
Burnt Sky
Put up a wall in between

The Past was just a bad dream
Roll Action Film 
cut to new Scene

Magnetic hearts
Memories should never die

(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)

1. Mass Animal Deaths 2018 and previous

2. A book to read.

3. Pearl Harbour

4. Hiroshima/Nagasaki

5. Enola Gay

6. Little Boy

7. Fat Man

Extermination of Dresden Jews

9. Bombing of Dresden

10. Witnesses to Jewish Holocaust at time of German Surrender

Tara Busch - Tag

Laurie Anderson - The Beginning of Memory

Mac Miller - Avian

Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018

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Amor Vincit Omnia

Serenity within the arms of the significant one
A heartbeat exploding through the chest
Against the skin of the innocent

An art that is performed in secrecy
Hidden from the decay of morals,
Deep inside the bottomless blindfold of society

Shattering the sinful ways,
Of those left behind
Preacher to the damned of the new world

Pure to those who follow it
Beautiful like the sound of bullets,
Ringing through the halls of a vacant church

A silhouette on the wall,
Peering into the eyes of its recipient
Those thankful for the purification from darkness

Souls that feed on its grace
A last remedy for those who have lost hope
Love conquers all

Copyright © Jeremy Hebebrand | Year Posted 2005

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no erotica or sacrilege

no erotica or sacrilege

Who shall define these terms
and inflict it on all others
condemning to a barren life
Oedipus and his brothers

condescendingly control
what is deemed as holy
while holding up to ridicule
beliefs they hold as folly.

Who will determine what is right
and consequently what is wrong
trapped in their esoteric robes
condemning those in freedom’s thong.

For there are those, who just as you
condemn you for the things you do
in defiance of their laws
extermination of your flaws

and so to set the Druids free
would cut down every freakin’ tree
hide beneath erotic drape
every hint of sex or shape

while giving glory to some belief
passed down from ancient hate
that suffering’s the will of god
and pain the fee for heaven’s gate.

So beware the “hand of god”
in chainmail glove and scented ink
policing how we feel and speak
restricting how we write - and think.

John G. Lawless

submitted to – No Rules – Poetry Contest
sponsor – rob carmack

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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The Truth is Still the Truth

I'm searching far and wide for the facts, getting my hands dirty in the process
When we conquer nations, I say bloodshed and they say progress
I have no desire to be burned at the stake
Simply practicing freedom of speech for Pete's sake
I know it's gonna hurt like none else when I reveal these secrets
But in this case ignorance ain't bliss, so I'm keeping true with no regrets
I've learned way too much and dug too deep to pretend I didn't see what I saw
I get disgusted when they tell me to keep quiet
cause I might just break some obscure law
They call me disrespectful and unpatriotic when I display any kind of negativity
But aren't they equally so when they throw me in a cell when I simply don't agree?
Cause at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the truth is still the truth
And I know when I say that I run the risk of hanging from a noose
But if you don't speak up, for fear of ridicule, either way you're gonna lose
It doesn't really matter if I offend the way you think
All I wanna do is offer you my hand, I don't want you to sink
in the sea of lies, those people behind the scenes are so proud of
The time for silence is finally over, the world has had quite enough
We aren't sheep in line waiting for the slaughter
We are brothers, sisters, sons and daughters!
And don't get me wrong I support the troops, just not the war
Does anyone honestly know what we're fighting for?
Stop hacking at the branches of evil, and grab at the roots
When the truth lies ahead, it's worth getting mud on your boots
I wanna let you know that your heart might shatter when I say this
I know you might be calling me crazy or disturbed, but I accept that risk
I'd like to honor the victims of 9/11 - but the investigation was a sick joke
If you're eating while reading this, for the love of God, don't choke
I need you to spread the word and really ask the hard questions
Any race and any nation is capable of performing crimes too foul to mention
Even our own (though reputedly god-blessed) is no exception
The building fell six seconds flat, from an illogical jet fuel blast
The fact it wasn't hot enough for fuel to explode, no one bothered to explain that
The kamikaze Arabs that flew the plane, a few are still alive, living in their home country
Just give 'em a ring and and say how's it going, oh and by the way,
"How did you defy your own mortality?"
Did you know a cool 60 mil was spent on digging into Clinton's love life?
Yet only a fraction of that was spent trying to figure out
who ordered the extermination of over a thousand lives...
Seems to me some poor sap is getting paid big bucks to drink the Kool Aid
Seems to me someone's laughing their head off while the rest of are getting played
Don't take my word it, I'm just one person after all, start your own research
All I'm asking is for you to think for yourself, and don't get too cozy on your perch
Pay close attention when they advance two steps only to jump back one
And when you notice you gotta catch them in the act, not after its already done
This isn't political opinion; the loss of human life is just something I don't condone
Life is just way too precious to be debating the humaneness of drones
Yeah, I support our brave troops, so for once do what's right and send 'em back home!

NOTE: I didn't write this for creative purposes, for this is no laughing matter, but a serious issue. What happened on the day of 9/11 was one of the most appalling crimes in recent history - please, don't listen to the basic news stations and take it for absolute truth. There are over a hundred contradictions in the "official story" they give out. What I mentioned in this rap is just bread crumbs compared to the whole story. The majority of people won't even consider the slightest possibility that 9/11 was an inside job (even when countless facts and holes in their story, lead one to believe that's exactly what it was). It is an absolute disgrace to the victims of 9/11, to leave the investigation in such obscurity and unanswered questions. This is not politics here... these are human beings we are talking about. I beg of you to not just take my word for it, but start your own research. There are several very thorough documentaries on the subject, that were put together by small groups of people eager to find the truth. Loose Change is a good one.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013