Best High Treason Poems
Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her young life she'd pay
In a country that was in deep turmoil and had lost its way.
She was a young teenager in nineteen thirty three
When a new leader offering hope, emerged in Germany
Adolf Hitler was an Austrian, who came to power
And for many it was the start of their darkest hour.
To unite the German people the Nazis held rallies
In some of the larger towns and all the big cities
But something dark and sinister was taking place
The evil Nazis were plotting to create a master race.
All the youth were encouraged to join an organisation
Hitler youth they were known all over the nation
Sophie and her brother together, with some of their friends
Turned their backs on the movement and vowed to make amends.
Word was getting around about death camps and persecution
Together they decided to form, a small non violent organisation
Known as the 'White Rose' who urged the people to renounce Hitler
They handed out leaflets telling the truth, about the Nazis slaughter.
One day at Munich University where Sophie studied as a student
She was seen distributing leaflets on what Nazi ideology meant
A janitor intervened and confronted her, and wouldn't let her go
She was arrested and then handed over to the notorious Gestapo.
They interrogated her to find out, who her accomplices were
But she wouldn't give them their names, as they tortured her
They charged her with high treason and sentenced her to death
To die by the guillotine and the date of execution was set.
They executed twenty one year old Sophie for making a stand
And they had accused her of being a traitor, to the fatherland
They eventually captured the others, five of them in all
And they too walked to their deaths standing proud and tall.
It’s people like Sophie who want to make the world a better place
And not supporting some twisted ideology like a master race
The Nazis were eventually defeated and their leaders tried
But not before Sophie and millions of other innocents had died.
Written 15th May 2021.
Categories:
high treason, death, girl, inspirational, rose,
Form:
Narrative
*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:)
In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.
With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.
He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.
He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!
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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018
Categories:
high treason, humor,
Form:
Limerick
No one lives in a democracy opening word lie
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves
unto a taxpaying system none the less true
Graded by our salary in class distinction fact
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks
Hidden from view by corruption shady characters
our role models to carry into the future light
Power generates a hungry source unyielding
That lusts with the endless need for more
constantly envying others happiness
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies
They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells
under high treason against the state and her children
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods
Categories:
high treason, class, corruption, deep, political,
Form:
Political Verse
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
Categories:
high treason, christian, god, humanity, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
A TWICE REFORMED CLOWN
There is an eerie silence,
In the Big Top,
Not a sound is heard,
A heart beat could stop,
A hush envelops one,
And all,
Only the Ringmaster,
Whistles a call.
Suddenly with splendor,
And gust,
In burst the entertainers,
With such lust,
Everyone’s in the mood
For laughter,
But is the clown that
Comes in just after?
A dwarf 1.25m waltzes in,
The mirth and merriment
Immediately begin,
The children line all
The front row,
One stretches his hand,
To unleash the clown’s bow.
The clowns face contorts
Into many a way,
He’s paid to make the audience,
Want to stay,
His face is painted so as to
Look permanently funny,
But the tears trickle down.
And his nose is runny.
He’s a little man
Who was born for a reason
He escaped from jail,
Had been judged
For a crime of high treason,
He exists in the confines,
Of an old caravan,
And cooks his meals
In a second hand pan!
With the Circus he
Anonymously lives,
And travels wherever
They go,
And gives the children
A wonderful show!
People stare, laugh and say,
There he goes.
Who wants to employ
A deformed,
Little man,
With no education,
Who drives an old van?
But this circus did, and
Reformed his life,
He no longer has that,
Heart aching strife
Those ugly comments
Made outside,
In the circus arena, it was
Good, no need to hide!
Life is cruel, he’s learnt,
The hard way,
He is here to stay!
Maybe somewhere in a world that‘s,
That’s quite mad,
Someone will notice a deformed,
Dwarf, that’s sad.
Immediately the clown is rewarded,
For in that first row,
He sees the child,
Who unleashed his bow,
And the love that he sees,
In that little child’s face,
Makes up for the errors of,
The whole human race!
The tears now all vanish,
The laughter is real,
He has a friend,
The child’s heart did he steal,
And maybe tomorrow,
Another will come,
And sit in the front row,
With his father and mom.
The message I send said the,
Clown that reformed,
Forgive and forget that
You are deformed,
You’ll be rewarded,
How I don’t know,
But when it does happen,
You’ll have more friends,
Than foe!
Categories:
high treason, change, humanity, hurt, love,
Form:
Rhyme
London’s Guildhall, John Lilburne is frogmarched in
A man Cromwell considered a friend,
To stand before him accused of high treason
His actions against parliament to defend
As radical leader of the ‘Levellers’
John opposed Parliament fervently,
With his clandestine printing network
Speaking out of its tyranny;
Power, John Lilburne argued
Belonged with the common man,
His pamphlet ‘Agreement of the People’
Defined how, in the ‘Levellers Plan’.
In ‘England’s New Chains Discovered’
He urged soldiers and citizens, ‘unite-
Reject the rule of the Grandees!’
He was arrested and charged with mutinous incite.
Cromwell brought him to the Guildhall
Amid the strictest security
Troubled his trial would cause civil unrest,
Such was John’s popularity
Although eventually acquitted and exiled
He lived the rest of his life a marked man,
And our constitution, today, owes its birth
To the ideals of his ‘Levellers Plan’.
Categories:
high treason, history, political
Form:
Quatrain
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
high treason, death, historyhusband, england, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
The Gods must be crazy
Or they never lived
And those that depend on them to give
Blessings peace and life after death
Had better not be holding their breath
If They live They’ve given so much
The Inquisition Jihad and such
War after war after war after war
Priestly abuse the concept of sin
And so much more I don’t know where to begin
Survival of the fittest
The reign of elitist
Slavery poverty robbery atrocity
Homicide patricide fratricide genocide
It really truly is hard to decide
What the hell The Gods may have decried
Creating a species hell bent on suicide
There may be good hidden in the garbage
But still no reason or need to pay homage
We are not here for any good reason
Just an accident – physics high treason
Morality is not a command from on high
But rather necessity for us to get by
In this heaven or hell we call life here on earth
Something of value to give life worth birth
December 2015
Categories:
high treason, anger, god, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Brainwashed to think you’re free
By men who think they know
They lead you on and you follow
While all you are is a devotee
They think of you as a sheep in a flock
While you follow on and hand your head
You help them and their lies you spread
While you’re no more than breeding stock
They feed you myths and stupid lies
And you believe whatever they say
You’d believe them every day
Even if they preach that a pig flies
If you ever have any doubts
About something that they proclaim
They’d say you lost your faith and aim
And that the devil through you shouts
The only freedom you possess
Is not in the life you so far led
It is all there in your head
It’s what they ask you to repress
You were given a mind to use
Not so that you’d follow blind
But so that the truth you find
And you escape their evil ruse
A human’s truth is his alone
For no two men are just the same
They may share common blood and name
But their mind is their sacred zone
When you surrender your reason
To these men of greed and lust
You’ve condemned your mind to rust
Against yourself, that’s high treason
So wake up man and get your life back
You only have one, don’t give it away
There is no price you have to pay
To these swindlers in white or black
Categories:
high treason, freedom, religion, slavery, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
Categories:
high treason, historyme, marriage, england, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
In his youth he became an Anglican deacon,
but the doubts about Protestantism beset him
and after further study,
he returned to Catholicism.
Young Jesuit priest,
arrested by priest hunters
in Anglican England
for teaching about the Christ.
He was convicted of high treason
and executed in England,
which had been Catholic for a 1000 of years,
later religious difficulties arose.
Priest Campion said before his martyrdom:
"In condemning us, the Catholic priests,
you condemn all your own ancestors,
all our ancient bishops and kings…”
Categories:
high treason, spiritual, , cute,
Form:
Verse
They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk,
like a wheat-field under a summer breeze,
flounders like a huge conger-eel in an ocean of dingy morality,
pay no attention to their toxic words.
They disbelieve your opinions and discredit your imagination,
oppressed by their indefiniteness which hung in their minds,
like a thick summer haze,
moving in the same dull round, like blind horses in a mill,
laugh like the sudden outburst of the glad bird in the tree-top,
talking and thinking became to them,
like the open page of a monthly magazine,
their jealousy, fierce as the fires and sound like the throb of a bell.
They defame your abilities and demean your value,
impressive as a warrant of arrest for high treason,
laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray,
eyes glowed like blue coals,
voices are like a clap of thunder which interrupts the warbling birds among the leaves,
vanished like the shapes that float upon a summers dream,
what they say is often a reflection of them, not you.
They are destructive as the lightning flash.
Categories:
high treason, abuse, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
All for the black liquid underground
Stealing riches fact to face
An elitist group of people
an illumatti condemns a nation falsely
without just cause or evidence
to back up actions or such vile deeds
against another race
Now for me that shades the colour
Shadows of their rotting souls hidden agendas
sending the rest of the world into chaos
creating hate and sickness when poverty stikes
speaks volumes to one's heart and soul
a disgrace to modern day democracy
going backwards
Shame on your war and genocide inflicted
Pride based on space filled with filthy lies
Sending hundreds of thousands to death
deceiving people in this modern day
Hitlers with blood on their hands
Justice has not been served
as the shoe is on the wrong foot
Bogus trials executing witnesses
Aired as snuff videos
A hanging barbaric truth
for a world to see the demon at work
Soldiers torturing prisoners and Rape
The break down of law and order in peace
They who should be prosecuted
under high treason nothing less
Facing the severest penalty
of this world and it's many lands
Countless women and children
have died at your ugly hands
Pride people of this modern world
see your weakness and beast
As suffering is continuing to grow
Envy and greed drives that engine
God is not your ambassador
Peace and love is truly understanding
When the good speak ugly about the bad
In looking upon abominations carried out
Categories:
high treason, betrayal, conflict, dark, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Their spirit beat the void, like the bird from out the ark.
Their soul was as a lampless sea.
Their thoughts came yapping and growling round them like a pack of curs.
They breathe to Heaven like vapor goes.
They moved hither and thither like insects in their crevices.
Quaking and quivering like a short-haired puppy after a ducking battlefield.
In An unknown world, wild as primeval chaos.
Calmly dropping care like a mantle from their shoulders.
Weapons destructive as the lightning flash.
Frightened like a child in the dark.
Their heart grown icy as a fountain in the fall.
Poured the bullets upon their enemies like trembling flood.
Their impulse came and went like fireflies in the dusk.
Their eyes blazed like deep forests and glowed like blue coals.
Their mind murmurs like a harp among the trees.
Their nerves thrilled like throbbing violins.
Their revenge descends perfect, sudden, like a curse from heaven.
Fight impressively as a warrant of arrest for high treason.
Their voice was like the clap of thunder which interrupts the warbling birds.
Their souls wavered and shook like a wind-swept leaf.
Words from the captain gave a curious satisfaction, as when a coin, tested, rings true gold.
Life stretched before them alluring and various as the open road.
Memory and emotion surged in their souls like a tempest.
Their enemies broken like a dam of river reeds.
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly Unfurled in Their Majesty High.
Categories:
high treason, beauty, bereavement, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
high treason, allegory, creation, inspirational, satire,
Form:
Free verse