Best Harms Poems

Our religion forbids all 
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to 
indulge in that harmful 
enterprise
But no one can claim that 
gambling is at all wise

To more has gambling 
brought much misery 
and misfortune
Trying your luck that 
way brings bad luck to 
this money goon!...

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 The U.S.A does not like to be put in ,HARMS WAY"!!!!  We all realize who is crazy enough to put"The U.S.A,and "Democracy " "IN HARMS WAY"!The Electric Chair is still given in "The U.S.A": Today".Where would a "Criminal Racist Be without "Democracy"?Where ...

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Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real...

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OUT OF HARM’S WAY

The arsenal environment was what I did not like.
      I went as a caregiver to make everything right.
I straighten her world to be just as mine.
      The house was a radiance of...

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A owl perched on a silvery shield
Flanked by two stallions with bullet riddled chest.
Bloods dripping on a earth of cactus,
And a motto which reads:
"Unity personified, and Hatred disguised."

On this shield once an eagle stood,
Which bore the meeting point of two great rivers
And the two gallant...

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oh sweet, sweet mutilation
i feel for the ones that know not your ways
carried in throngs of masochism
you need not know of the devil to know easy deeds

cut, slice, wash petty harms
some new kind of knowledge through some kind of lust
cry, sweat, piss pretty waste
there's no...

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sunrise in the south china sea
half way between subic and yankee station
i am still in awe 
of how something as big as this boat
with all of the stuff on board, floats
and yet, of how small we are compared to the sea and ocean
there will be...

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LAMENTING HARMS

I am passionate in regardless requiem
I dress ridged and deploring
I need shed tears for my sorrow I bewail and bemoan
I am related to elegy
I vacation at the cemetery
My job is lamentation writing up funeral chant a burial hymn
I desire to sing at my passing...

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Their mission at hand , can't be defined,
sent far away leaving loved ones behind.

Streets patrolled every minute of the day,
a land of bloodshed, a society in disarray.

Killed or wounded the reports come in,
as more are recruited, and trained to defend.

Tears keep falling every minute of...

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