Best First World Poems

I envy the dust, the way it moves all free and careless,
released from it’s sleeping state the thunderous pounds 
of late shelling, again endless. 

Muffled shouting, through this trench confounding,

Mustard attack, gas mask aside, fingers in fumbling fight
bitter cold night in a field. 

No fireside,...

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Dilemma

Cold air of winter nights
Breath a visible mist
Gloves protect from frostbite
From fingertips to wrist

Ringing phone in my hand
Alerts important call
Now a flaw that’s unplanned
Gloves create a wall

Screen is shielded from a touch
This call I must now take
Removing hand from warmth’s clutch
Tough decision I must make


Snack...

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The first world war started because of poverty
The first world war started because of greed
The first world war started because of an assassination
The first world war started because of Ideas
The first world war started because people wanted revenge

Each Statement appears to claim, all of the...

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Mother is My first World
Philosophy of Mother

Mother is a Nurture 
Nuture of Father
Nature of Brother

Mother is a Creator
Creator of our
Creator of Suffer

Mother is a Minister
Minister of Progenitor
Minister of Look after

Mother is a Mater
Mater of predecessor
Mater of Foster

Mother is a Procreator
Procreator of Culture
Procreator of Other

Mother is...

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As DRCongo is the first World rich country, 
Congolese could be sleeping over the seas daily. 
Now some Congolese run hear and there 
Because of injustice systems 
which empowering some people
to continue destroying others. 
Reality of this World
which is not welcome. 

October 04/2023...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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All the Anzacs have faded back into the past
And the old men now rest with their mates
We can hope they play 2 up and still have a beer
Now they’ve entered the heavenly gates

We have cause to remember the men who died young
How they fought to...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.

Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash...

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Dear First World, Salute to you
Accept humble bow, from the Third World.
Thank you for the great lectures for fu***ing idiots.
Heads hung low, wide-eyed,
we clapped.

You sold us your notion of humanity,
we lived in a barbaric world.
You bombed to end the atrocities.
The boisterous sound of your missiles...

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