Best Genocidal Poems

They call me Brave Heart
Not because of my courage but because it is my last name
And not because I "like" Mel Gibson that much but...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
...

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Sad song singing as the sickle keeps swinging,about Dead dogs and draftees
Marching mad miles of misery
through trenches of terror and maniacle mazes...on the whims of...

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Bogdan Chmielnicki sits astride a horse
A magnificent statue in Central Kiev
To a monumental Ukrainian figure
A George Washtington-style liberator
He took it to the Poles in the...

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Kids dying for diamonds in Sierra Leone,
Innocent civilians killed in Iraq’s warzone.
Indigenous tribes removed from their lands,
Children in the Congo losing legs and hands.
Arms companies...

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Modus Operandi of psychopaths and sociopaths

They are all around us, seeking to destroy us,
if not to kill us, to maim us, for life
physically, mentally, emotionally
morally,...

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Is there no place for us ? 
In this world of work and fuss ?
We came to fulfil our dreams
Leaving our noble motherland with goodbye...

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Is Justice blind?
Or
Has the color of a Browned skinned people been so frequently splashed, 
that it spills into her eyes as it blood soaks her...

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Overarching Genocide

Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God
to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life 
raft...

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Ignorant Madness

I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided...

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There is NO MORE!
There Is No More!
9/10/2013

Now that Afghanistan is winding down
A new battlefield must be found
Preferably a place with internal strife
Where we can promise...

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The Mourning Morning 100 and 50 Years On

Robert Graves lies in Wilfried Owen’s grave ponders the War
to end all Wars that continue  with nothing...

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Once the dream was to make America the shining light of the world 
a caring and compassionate country with opportunities for all
but after questioning the...

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Red, White and Blue

I fought in the Revolutionary war
To win freedom from tyranny 
I fought for the right to choose my religion 
For the right...

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For the 80 million Kyrgyz’s people
who had lived ever before
since the beginning of life, 
and for the 5 millions who are living now in our...

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