Best Infanticide Poems
A poem about infanticide of girls...
"Save Our Sisters!"
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls,
Gone, gone, gone. Pretty, pretty, girls.
A mother's hug, a sister’s laugh, a daughter’s kiss
Lost, lost, lost. Missed, missed, missed.
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Indian girls, that’s a big maybe
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Chinese girls, that’s a big maybe,
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Run, Run, Run, hide your daughters,
Run, Run, Run. Run from the slaughter.
Wake up world, we’ve lost too many sisters.
S.O.S. World, Save Our Souls, Save Our Sisters.
NoelsArt
Comments: In some parts of the world, the three deadliest words are “It’s a girl”. Girls are killed for being girls. After watching this movie trailer http://www.itsagirlmovie.com/ , I wrote the poem above. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
Categories:
infanticide, 12th grade, abortion, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Eyes of an Eagle
If I had the eyes of an eagle,
And the strength of wings to
fly,
I'd put a camera on my proud
chest,
And off to DC, I would fly.
My fuel is my rage against
all out to destroy this great nation,
With breaking news, hideous
lies and false allegations...
America!! Berated daily in
international publications!
Against all God believing men and women,
Using that meaningless term,
"Conversation", as some universal justification.
It's a word to validate all things unethical.
Like infanticide, simply twisted, to mean....
"Oh, it's just medical."
A murdered child's warm blood splashing~
on the icy cold, gleaming marble floor.
Her tiny fists clenched in rage as Mommy
walks out the butcher's door!
I cry, "no more, no more!"
Panagiota Romios
2/28//2019
Categories:
infanticide, abortion, america, christian, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Into your arms, we raise our lovely children lost!
The innocent ones, that we raised and you created...
Killed by a soul-less madman,may his judgement
be swift!
Forgive us, for we are horrendous killers, too!
We the conscience-less, we killed far more unborn
today.
Seven hundred, who will never see the light of day?
Our selfishness is absolutely unconscionable !
But we care not for your word, only our selfish wants.
We cry for elephants, but a child’s death means but
naught to us.
We are led by crackpots who shake hands with the air??
And, yes, these very same, smilingly, support infanticide.
And we are lied to, in the name of political power.
No gun has feet or hands, an insult to human thought.
But dead bodies, Lord, are gold to the politically inept!
When their political power, thirsts for tragedy, from a
well deserved, selfish drought.
Death and Satan, today, doing a most joyful dance!
For now..here is power’s golden chance.
To create fear, the falsehood that guns kill.
Guns are not human beings,only a human pulls the
trigger.
In the Judaea- Christian Bible, writ for us, it states:
“Thou shalt not kill”
Here on your planet, tyrants, for that is who they are..
Want to take all guns away,that won’t change our loss
today.
But when tyrants own all guns, they will turn them upon
us, to them, absolute power loves absolute fun!
Do turn this Spring day, the deepest, ebony, black!
Till we start turning our backs on lies and slaughtering the
unborn, so plentiful.
And come back to you; and till then, we are most sinful,
lost and utterly pitiful.
A special place for the beautiful teachers, killed,I do
beseech thee.
They, like you, Lord, loved children at their knee.
Alas, special people taken in May, help us heal, Lord?
Of this, I fervently do pray!
5/24/2022
Categories:
infanticide, children, death, god, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Is this world made only for males?
Even History talks about 'His' Story only,
But I am the creator,
The creator should rule her creations,
I am the Master of this magnificent world,
Not a slave or serf to the feudal men,
Power never goes with gender,
Your prowess lies only in your cognizance,
Facing Dictators for years and years,
I have learnt to write my own fate,
This domination and suppression for ages,
Has sculptured my thoughts sharp,
Though manist needles stitched my mouth,
And tied my tongue with despotic credo,
Nothing can stop my hubristic thoughts,
Never the dry winds can swallow the mighty ocean,
Denial of self respect is denial of life,
Why confine me to a scullery?
When you can eat why not cook?
When you can wear why not wash?
When you can force why not follow?
This celestial sphere is boundless,
Immense and unfathomable,
My dreams are same,
Measureless and undefined
Your arbitrary chains can never pull my aspirations,
When you curtail, an inch grows more,
Discrimination for generations,
Pricked by Rape, Dowry and Adultery,
Wounds and sores all over burn,
But never the heads of male chauvinists turn
From time immemorial I was ruined,
Female foeticide and infanticide always rule,
Tradition and custom hinders my way,
Antiquated and rusted walls erected all around,
My cry for freedom hardly touches the blind ears,
But the gravel hearted men always begrudges,
Disparages and denigrates me,
Am I so inferior in your eyes?
With my muliebrity I brought you to this world,
With my muscularity I can bring this world under me,
Who are you to reserve my rights?
Now I Emancipate myself from your clutches
My wings are wide and extensive,
They are not to flap and fan your royal slumber,
I wanna fly high,
Across the boundaries,
Reach those alluring skies,
And shout “ I am the most powerful creation of all”
I am The Women.
Categories:
infanticide, women, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
Men worship women
Great culture that we are
Man to woman
Love for lust
Marry for money
Determined for sex
*********** before marriage
Sonography after marriage
Choice is a boy
Result - sex determination
Girl ends up as foetus
Boy ends up as a man
To find a day where
Men wont get women
Homos will rule
***** to sono to homo
The cycle might end here
Won't be seen at home ever
Women to be seen only in temples
Men will worship women indeed
Suresh M Iyer
Female infanticide is on the rise in Modern India, where sex is determined for
weeding out females and selecting males. Designer babes are the order of the day.
Categories:
infanticide, daughtermen, women, men, women,
Form:
Free verse
often in the grand scheme of God's desires
He will use mankind to do what He requires
His providential purposes God's master plans
will utilize any and all types of man
the Pharoah declared a most horrendous decree
of infanticide on Jewish male babies
to put them to death to keep their numbers down
fearful of having too many Jewish males around
but history has a way of repeating itself again and again
as the young Black male populations today hangs by a fringe
with incarcerations, police brutality and killing each other
we're on the verge of eradicating our young Black brothers
a supposed threat to society that same old racist mentality
yet all it takes is for God to send someone to be bold
one person unafraid to break away from the mold
over 400 years of praying and keeping hope alive
a people once in slavery but today they now thrive
from Moses to Jeremiah to the Rev. Dr. King
to President Barak Obama God can change anything
One Bold Black Soul to say what needs to be said
One Bold Black Soul whose life is spirit-led
don't let the world compromise your moral integrity
let prayer be the tool you use to claim the victory
you need some solitude to simply reflect
on that which God desires of you and what of you He expects
God will be what you want no matter what you need
and He will do whatever is needed to help you succeed
so walk in the spirit and just wait for your time
and be ready to act when God gives you a sign
to be called into place with God's saving grace
Jeremiah told the people of the prophecy
about their demise if they confront their enemy
he was then thrown into a pit full of mud and slime
his death to be a certainty in a very short time
but One Bold Black Soul stepped up to the plate
and told the King to save Jeremiah before it was too late
One Bold Black Soul an Ethiopian man
told of the soldiers diabolical plans
to be bold, to be risky, to be resilient in your resolve
to step out of your comfort zone until the problem is solved
from Rosa Parks to Medgar Evers to Malcolm X
to do what is prevalent and not what society expects
creative in courage, inspired with innovation
by any means necessary to change the situation
One Bold Black Soul willing to step out on a limb
to stop history from repeating itself once again
Categories:
infanticide, black african american, faith,
Form:
Narrative
Treachery, misery, things brought by insanity. Places know in Abysmal Fog.
Like Parricide, and infanticide. Things purchased from the blackest soul.
Teeming with and saturated by a malevolence only known as ABYSS
Darkness can only be fed by what was once lucidity turned to insanity.
Homicide, suicide, killing for pleasure, and the grandest must be Regicide.
We struck our liege down once … why not again! All it will cost is a fading soul
Freedom’s laid to rest in a country gone insane
Peoples hates and fears forgotten through all the pain
Political powers ruling the soul of human race
Grasped in the clutches of democracy
Leaves the mind with a blackened space
Two thousand years since Jesus Died
All is lost no hope no pride
Went to the lash to save us pain
Amassed our fortunes for nothing but gain
Went to the cross to give us existence
Through blood shot eyes we give back resistance
Two thousand years since Jesus died
All is lost no hope no pride
Shed his blood to forgive our sins
Gave our money to do it again
A crown of thorns he wore for us
A gown of gold we hold for us
The cross he carried, no warrant, no cry
The coffers we fill, we never care why.
So maybe it’s time for His Own kind of crime
This thing we saw before …. Called Genocide
Categories:
infanticide, devotionlost, hope, jesus, lost,
Form:
Couplet
The sun was setting against the city backdrop,
City lights started coming on one by one.
The bustling city traffic was beginning to ease,
Party animals were getting ready to have some fun.
In all, it was quite an amazing sight,
Like a painting, completed, resting on an easel;
Yet, something seemed quite out of place,
Something felt like it just didn't fit in.
For by the road, there lay a heap
Some garbage bags covered in flies,
I moved in closer and my heart just froze
I could have sworn I heard something cry!
Startled, I hunched over the heap of bags
As I looked for the source of the sound,
Nothing could have prepared me for this...
I couldn't believe what I had found!
There in the middle of that pile of filth,
Lay a beautiful baby girl!
Abandoned, hungry, unwanted, rejected
Thrown away by some ungrateful souls!
I picked up this poor little babe
And wrapped her in my jacket,
As I ran towards the nearest hospital,
Just praying that she would make it!
I sat there in the emergency room, numb,
A policeman came over to question me,
All I could think about was this little girl
Given up on by her very own family!
In the distance, electronic music filled the air,
The party animals were dancing along...
A lone street light flickered and burnt out;
The painting didn't seem significant anymore.
-Dedicated to the girl child. Female infanticide and child abandonment is real. We must work together, towards making a difference. Blatant Oblivion is not the answer.
Categories:
infanticide, abuse, baby, child, girl,
Form:
Ballad
Here is a war, fighting
Fighting those i dont know
Stabbing, shooting, strangling
all without care
Infanticide, i dont care
Rest in peace infant, was all i know.
Categories:
infanticide, adventure, anger, confusion, death,
Form:
Elegy
Girl born hinterland
Distraught father relatives
Fed a potion turns blue
Categories:
infanticide, heartbroken,
Form:
Haiku
This final fantasy is hard to play
When you choose to run away
Do I love you?
It's hard to say
Luckily I know which way to turn
When our love comes to a burn
You tend to hide away
In the fray of losing control
When I bow my head to pray
This final fantasy rips me in two
Heartbreaks & lies leave me beaten & battered
On the outskirts of town
Counting down the memories
Till only a phantom remains
Lost within the fantasy.
Categories:
infanticide, fantasy, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!
Of an America strong and
free of government coercion,
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises of freebie
diversions.
Trump believes in the Constitution
While others cry, " Restitution"
For what?
President Trump honest
to a fault, add humanity, too.
The Democrats won't give
him a chance are you kidding?
They play him the fool~
Like a drunk at a wedding.
The media burns the midnight
oil,
To broadcast truth?
A joke from which they all recoil.
Their goal of course, to cause national turmoil and poison discourse.
It's like a poisonous snake has
settled on the press.
Acosta, accosting a
presidential aide fighting
over a mike.
Acosta, a bonehead who
lightning should strike.
There should be a book
Published by CNN with
a poison pen...
" How we Destroyed the
USA."
It's not a matter of how, but when.
Worse, Trump and family believe
in God, an unforgivable sin.
Why don't his detractors just drink
a pint of cheap gin.
They can't get over the fact that
Hillary lost, much to their chagrin.
Democrats and Fake News create
new lies,
"Impeachment" always~their battle cry!
Oligarchs, Russia and Wiki-leaks,
Well, my fellow Americans,
Their false fairy tales just plain stink.
So now Nadler and Schiff, two
Sterling men sharpen their knives
Let's go over all the President's taxes
Surely there is something he's hiding.
They can't stand success, these Swamp
Creatures, they!
And Elijah Cummings, their new CPA.
The entire Trump family has been
under attack, children included.
How compassionate, the Democrats are.
Infanticide, included.
These wolves on The Hill!
Whose sole purpose in life is to
Decry all the President's triumphs
And wish him~nothing but ill!
The press stretches truth like a
rubber band,
Shameful despicable lies.
America will survive all of this,
We will remain a Republic.
Will remain free, prosperous and
always stand.
Categories:
infanticide, america, emotions, faith, inspiration,
Form:
t?sse?a st???e?a: ?e??
?e??: mainland china-
the year is 1930 and the
people of china have
been suffering for 2
years now because of
widespread drought which
caused famine in three
northern provinces, that of
gansu, henan & shaanxi---
said to have killed nearly
3 million people, the famine’s
strength had much to do with
the weak relief efforts of then
republic of china.
the winter of 1930 brought
with it snowstorms bearing oddly
heavy amounts which then
melted away quickly in the spring
bringing with it the heightening of
the yellow river, huai river & the
yangtze.
heavy rain pelted down upon the
already overflowing rivers & through
the summer months of 1931 this area
which normally receives 2 cyclones a
year, underwent the chaotic pummeling
of no less than 7 in july alone.
while estimates of those that died
from the destruction caused by these
floods range from 3.7 million to
4 with an overall 28.5 million “having
been affected by them,” it is
extremely difficult for a person
living in the comfortable convenience
of western civilization to fathom
the mass drowning & the expansive
coverage of land by water in this
natural disaster, which to this day is
considered to be the worst in recorded
human history.
on top of the deaths from the floods
themselves & the diseases like
cholera & typhus which proliferated
under such circumstances, the unique
chaos that came with the complete
breakdown of societal norms in hubei,
hunan, jiangxi, wuhan, chongqing,
hanyang & hankou brought with it
infanticide & cannibalism, as well as
the sale of daughters & wives.
Categories:
infanticide, life
Form:
Free verse
The Tree of Descent
Arabic poem by: Saad Yassin Yousuf *
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
=================================
As she descended from her paradise,
She said :
Oh Lord, choose a land for me
Where I would strew, out of my womb,
Tribes of greenery
So my limb would rise again toward you,
As I dissolve salt
And conglomerate it to be fresh dates
Praying that dream-doves of the captives,
And the flutter of their wings,
May illuminate the courtyard of the creature’s inner soul,
If the sun should set within him;
Then he would realize
How the root becomes hymns,
And bread
For eyes waiting at gates corroded by the dessert,
And bitten by hankering.
He said: “I’ve chosen you a witness …”
“I beg your pardon!”
She exclaimed,
“ A witness?!
A witness to infanticide? !!,
To the bullets as they pass by reiterating the names of their hosts?
And to death as it rains down on the banks of the breasts.??”
Pity tears in her eyes
She questioned bleeding hearts
With whispers of flush streams
With the woe of the fore waves.
How often they have witnessed
Sadness in the days of butchers
Who, behind the trunks of deranged time,
Kept burying the atrocity
of their innocence doves.
The rivers snuffed out the lanterns of their gulls,
And, under the stars of quiescence,
Slumbered with fainting breath.
Fragments of wars waged by maniac rhetoricians
Bent all the trunks of joy dancing within us;
Oh, how Mary kept shaking the trunk of the palm tree,
but embers of tragedy kept dropping upon her!
The grass was burnt...
The infant eyes lost their light
In a clandestine rocking
,
The “Fao”
with severed head
and red shirt
scrambled
Bustling with screams.
The river was waving with the distressed ink shirt
Then, and again, hiding its face and crying
- O Our Aunt, Our Aunt,
Forgiveness…
Our towns
Are now sand towns
And could no longer be saved
By prayers.
****
Translation by:
Em. Prof. Inaam al-Hashimi (Gold_N_silk)
?April ?14, ?2013
*Saad Yassin Yousuf is a poet from Iraq
The Original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=206108
Categories:
infanticide,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Back to Belfast
I have been to the Ghetto thrice
To Auschwitz twice
And to Belfast once
And to tell the truth
Belfast is the winner of the weirdest places
Where I’ve ever been
But to be fair
That was just before Good Friday-
The peak of the peace process
Deserted streets
Walls dividing roads
Flags aggressively hanging from windows
Emblems that define their owners’ sympathy
Plain buildings bedecked by racist graffiti
It made me think of a European inter-war capital
Berlin or Rome in the era of dictators
Sectarian genocide was lurking there
But no blackshirts visible to give it an edge
My country, my people
What have you done?
How could you do this?
Answer me!
I’ve had my share of tight corners
But I can safely say
No place ever made me feel so uneasy
As Belfast on that day
Until now
Now when I’ve returned
Back there
Back to Belfast
Deserted streets
Fences blocking movement
Face masks preventing and protecting against infection
Emblems that define the struggle for survival
Health signs that warn us how to avoid death
Death at the hands of the virus
Homicide, infanticide, genocide-
This time there’s no special target
The enemy is everybody
With the infection
Now the blackshirts are on the road
Patrolling a deserted dyke
On the outskirts of Warsaw
Soldiers, policemen, imposing regulations
All doing their duty, all plainly seen
But the enemy is invisible
The victims in isolation
Their families in quarantine
The rest of us waiting
For the lurking virus to strike again
If we stay at home-
With shops and cafes
Parks and cinemas closed-
Are we safe?
If I daub the door of my house
With the blood of Lombards
Will I escape this Shoah?
For how long will this go on?
How many more deaths
Before the required quota?
My God, my God
What have we done?
How have we offended you?
Answer me!
Categories:
infanticide, christian, city, death, good
Form:
Elegy