Best Gangs Poems


Premium Member Judgement

How proud they put them on display
Two thousand of the first of fortyk
There President Bukele did say
They’ll live in the jailhouse for decades
he went on boasting, in jail it’s judgement day,
as he held his glass of brandy toasting
inmates, suspected violent gang members 
moved to a new mega-prison in El Salvador
Transferred to the Center of Confinement of Terrorism
Mixed up, unable to do any more harm 
to the population, it was said
So why do I care about these souls,
tears flowed as I read the article 
about thousands of prisoners, and Bukele in particular
Central American country’s notorious pandillas
And right then I understood why I cried
Hundreds never made it to round two, que pesadillas 
There are the innocent ones who are denied
a fair trial, it's sad to think that nothing can be done
for a mother's innocent son
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Prison Wallpaper

Encage us we are of collective souls
Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls
Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans 
in torture dungeons, in faraway lands                      
Mistaken for us are the migrants 
who don’t belong in our black hole,
ripped from their family’s arms, 
and broken, it has a toll
Try to discern, unchain me,
give me the time of day
I’ve not done any of what you say
I’m here, do you not see me?
I’m tucked in all of your publicity
Before us you stand prestigious -n- tall,                                
your toughness shared inside our halls
Donning is the blood red Maga cap a telling of your gang
and Jackboots as they were worn by the Sturmabteilung
Wings reinforced by the sword’s blows, in your case 
against the chains that contain, and any empathy inside 
Keeping you safe an expressionless speech,
seal the deal it shall seal my unmerciful fate
Judged and sentenced without any assemblance
I see right through your imminent coarse leather, and
by the end of your reign, hard you’ll fall
And later the field forces in which you thrive
rotting torn in shreds, but still alive,
as shall be fathers ripped away from family 
Have you not exhausted every remedy for me? 
Infection is your reasoning,
concede for me and it shall be litigation of guilt
Rewards you’ve given, they’ve taken
and so, forsaken I be
Regardless of it, they have me in error,
as prison wallpaper

I work in the fields, a visa allows it
I wear pastel colors, a straw hat covers      
possessing no tats, what of straw hats
What of straw hats?
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Gangs of Our Human Zoo

Gangs are here
And their here to stay
Going about their day to day
Harassing me 
Harassing you
Infidels in our Human Zoo
 
Triads, Yakuza
The Wild West
Terrorised townsfolk
With their gangland zest
 
Mafia, Nizari
Guys like Al Capone
Persecuted the innocents
Never leaving them alone
 
Identification through various ways
Communication 
Street says
Tattoos, piercings
Dressed sense too
The Gangs of our Human Zoo
 
Members are many
In certain cities
Victimise the weak
Pick on the pity
 
These are kids
Of mums and dads
What makes them
Turn out so bad
 
Brothers, sisters
No questions asked
Shot and knifed
A Gangland task
 
It makes them no better
Than you or me
We are the difference
A different sanity


Premium Member Maga Stat

Dear Homeland Security Director No-em
I feel compelled to write you this po-em
They won't let me post bail
Get me out of this jail
I'm not a gang member and want to go ho-em!

My bright and exquisite pink heart-shaped tat
is being mocked by a gangsta in a Maga hat
All hope I must banish
I don't even speak Spanish
My doomed fate is sealed, just another stat

''Gangs of War''

When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember 
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You, 
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our 
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond 
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You 
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't 
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring 
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All 
Once Knew, The Community...

Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY, 
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague, 
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son, 
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't 
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On 
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From 
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty, 
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
 

Re: Richard Palmer Poem 
No PEACE

Premium Member Why Do Certain People Think They'Re Special

Why do certain people think they're special
When they look similar to millions of others
Why do certain people think they're special
When all they want to do is maim and smother

Why do certain people think they're special
Because they want something someone else has
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they thinks it's their right, just because!

Why do certain people think they're special
When a cloud in the sky is similar everywhere
Why do certain people think they're special
When rain is rain that these said clouds share

Why do certain people think they're special
What do they see when they awake in the morn
Why do certain people think they're special
What have they become since they were born

Why do certain people think they're special?


Gangs

Three gangs gun packing
Attacked my house on three different days.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia
Had my house under attack 
Which was in a cul de sac.
It was under siege by Gangs who didn't 
Believe they would face a judgment day.
Three gangs gun packing
Took out all my windows, ransacked
My house, spray painted death threats
On my abode, garage, and car in sight at mid day.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia 
Had my house under attack
All because of a manic
Perpetrator who was a runaway.
Three Gangs gun packing 
Didn't know that all of my most precious
Possessions were already outside, and 
They didn't care that there was no way that 
They could of given them back.
I would of been devastated if they had taken my
Children away.
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia 
Had my house under attack
As a matter of fact
Even with all that was going on I didn't succumb
If I had my life would of been in total disarry.
Three gangs gun packing
The bloods, the crips, and the Chinese mafia 
Had my house under attack.

Premium Member Gangs In Our Society

Gangs in our society is a true fact
Intimidating and killing innocent people
Gang members are a menace to society
They breed and attract the criminal element

Gangs in our society are young and old
They sell drugs and commit carjackings
Asked for assistance from the politicians
Our voices not heard, fell on deaf ears

Gangs in our society begins in the home
Disadvantaged, coming from broken homes
Let us not condone and make excuses
Parents need to be more responsible

Gangs in our society, is society's problem
Adults must educate our young people
Family values, church and school is key
This my friends, are gangs in our society
© Floyd Neal  Create an image from this poem.

Gangs

Gangs
i look out the window
guys hanging on corner
slinging nicks
across the street
look outs on high alert
police is a rolling
coke is always flowing
girls turning tricks to
guys to get their kicks
young boys huslting
gays to get their fix
is it a plaque

Gangs and Disciples

Gangs and disciples
Who colt the game
Am sure you can 
See those fingers
Pointing to same 
Moon 
Like always the songs 
They identify 
With the words like
The sun of the day

Gangs and disciples 
I look around the world 
Like I go places
There is same thing
People share in common
On this is the war
Like is in a formula of
Gangs and disciples (followers)
You see this formula is every where 
In religion
In politics
In streets
In communities
In schools
In jails
In business
In companies 
All like gangs with it disciples
All over places
what a world

Gangs and disciples  
Gangs
A few group with
An idea developed
To rules 
Disciples 
Controlled by the rules
Of the gang
Disciples  never live to 
Break no rule or face 
It rot
What a life


Gangs and disciples
Now check out 
The real situation
Look around you 
See reality 
Compare this formula 
May be you are already on one
Life is beautiful with nature
And in the world of nature
You are free as 
You free your soul to 
A freedom of love
No gangs here 
For no rules is more
Than life with a joy

Gangs and disciples 
Must you be a follower
Always with no ideal of your
Self
Must we always believe 
To belong 
What happen to the mind
See now we war 
Like a mafia life
Gangs are more 
To brutality 
As evil springs from
Today's 
Gangs and disciples

Gangs of New York

Is evil bad?
Not from its line of sight.
If you look thru their eyes, darkness is the light.
Knowledge is power, but power is greedy.
Once ultamite has been tasted the desire to control takes over.
But darkness is not understood...
It lures with promises of grandure then rips away that which makes you happy?
So one thinks... 
Is evil just the loss of the power to be happy?
For we all know evil and darkness do not bring happiness,
it only burdens us with the stress of the knowledge it provides.
For once you've seen you can't deny.
So then I ask...
Is ignorance the true path to happiness?
For the more we stuggle to understand the less we grasp the purity of true 
innocence.... 


**I wrote this after watching "Gangs of New York"

Illusionary Art

My perception of the world is illusory art
The darkness is absolute
Women suffering violent abuse
From the one who said, “I do.”
Men and women  pushing dope
To innocent souls searching for hope 
Carjacking, kidnapping, and kids without a father
Rape, fraud, human trafficking and manslaughter
Women tearing down each other and disrespecting their mothers
Men trample over society causing everyone to suffer
Shackles, chains; imprisoned in the brain
Depression and suicide
The world is insane
Neglected children needing somewhere to hang
“Hey Lil’ Bro come join our gang.”
There in the wake lies the devil’s den
Next level self-destruction surrounded by sin
Drive-bys, Do or die
We are brothers Fam
Lay down yo’ Life
“Do it for the homies, don’t let down the tribe!!”
Now you have a teardrop
For all the bodies that dropped
The executioner's face stays hidden
The judge handed you a sentence
Yet, you hold your head up high
Beaming with empty-headed pride
Because you didn’t snitch
On the one who left skeletons in a ditch
Their crimes stay hidden
The Hood Tale legend
“You can never get out!”


Written by Sherry B

@2024

Don

Unique perspective and troublesome times
Underworld the world of crimes
Spinning heads and meaningless cyclone
One throne and King DON
Dark darker darkest night falls
Shivering weekend and daylight calls
Victor The King has balls
Infinite property and furious stalls
Chosen victims and assault guns
Forbidden sins one hundred runs.
Note. illegal riot kiss and dismiss.
Lesson. Law is to lessen crime and Police is to Preserve crime.
Morale.For a thousand years Narcissus has been lamenting its blindness,
With Great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden, 
Where is that one?
Ye agencyan ye adaray currency valon ki Ghulam
Sir jhuka kar pochti hain kya hai kam?

Gangs

GANGS ARE RUNNING OUR STREETS,PUMPED UP WITH DRINK AND DRUGS.
WHAT CAN WE DO NOW, TO STOP THESE THUGS.
THE GOVERMENT TOOK AWAY THE PARKS AND ALL THE FUN.
NOW THE KIDS ARE RESORTING TO KNIVES AND GUNS.
WHAT NOW IS THERE FOR OUR KIDS TO DO.
AS THEIR NOT ME AND THEIR NOT YOU.
TV AND COMPUTERS ALL DAY LONG.
NO WONDER WHY THINGS HAVE GONE SO WRONG.
EVERYTHING IS MONEY,NOTHING IS FOR FREE.
THE PARENTS WORK ALL DAY TO EARN THEIR FEE.
WE HAVE GOT TO STOP THE ROT BEFORE IT GETS TO BAD.
OUR KIDS ARE LOSING THEIR LIVES,ITS JUST SO SAD.
KIDS NEED LOVE AND KIDS NEED CARE.
BUT HOW CAN THEY GET THAT WHEN THEIR PARENTS ARE NOT THERE.

So You Think Gangs Are Cool

So, you think gangs are cool,
Are you really that big a fool,
Did I not see you at a rally to make women your equal?
And did you not support a carpool,
To keep children safe from a possible ghoul.

What makes you think gangs will let any woman think they are equal,
Did you not hear about shots being fired at a car that was taking kids, 
  to school?
Might not a gang member have the potential to become a ghoul,
Now do you still think gangs are cool,
Or are you an even bigger fool.

So, what can you do to show you are no fool,
Without being shot by a ghoul,
If you have kids in school,
Tell them you think gangs are no longer cool,
When they bring drugs to school,
Which if imported could be funding terrorists,
  Who are even less cool,
I am sure, there is even more you can do,
   If you want women to be your equal,
Your children to be safe at school,
And you have not yet sold your soul.

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