Best Insurgency Poems
Before the blast in April's darkened sky. . .
before the electrifying surge of insurgency -
when trucks and tanks were used to block the roads, and
when men and even boys were sought to aid in one malicious purpose. . .
before the rampant slaughter -
the raining of machetes down on flesh and bones
and the cornucopia of corpses left like butchered carcasses
on highways, nearby houses and in churches. . .
before the plundering, the rapes and mutilations
and the exodus of thousands to death-infested camps,
there were whisperings -
insidious and portentous to the ears of the wisely suspicious -
and a voice on the airwaves spewing hate.
Before it all,
there was a brewing of resentment
of a people with a history of poverty and
of transitory freedom and capricious politics.
And through it all, with such grave consternation,
governments debated. . . waited. . . . . . . and waited,
playing with semantics
while thousands dead became the hundred thousand,
and three long months - unrivaled for its number of atrocities -
came to its completion.
Seemingly, peace has been restored
and punishment stingily doled out.
Time moves on . . .
except for half a million
for whom compassion by the world
was spared.
Categories:
insurgency, history,
Form:
Free verse
My thumbs pressed on the trigger.
The M-2 bucked its load.
I squinted down the barrel
And watched his head explode.
An early morning ambush,
A steaming Luzon hell,
For Ferdi and Imelda,
Our Cold War clientele.
The mission was generic:
Suppress the NPA*.
It didn't really matter
Just who got in the way.
I carried out my orders
And did what I was told,
But Christ, the kid I wasted
Was only twelve years old.
*New People’s Army – a Maoist insurgency
Categories:
insurgency, dark, war,
Form:
Lyric
They held the field, men side by side,
Their will intact, their fears subside.
They mustered in so many fields,
And held the ground, refused to yield.
At Lexington went toe to toe,
With British troops, a worthy foe.
McHenry saw our banner fly,
Against a burning brightened sky.
At Antietam, when thousands died,
They calmed themselves, fought on with pride.
On the Eastern front fought hard and well,
To rid the world of immoral hell.
The Ardennes saw fight most severe,
The troops fought, fought through their fear.
The Pacific saw men die galore,
To turn the tide at Corregidor.
At Heartbreak ridge fought through the night,
With Stand or Die their mantras might.
Khe Sahn saw men fall in droves,
When overwhelmed by local foes.
Fallujah helped the world to see,
The need to fight insurgency.
Khandahar pit the American,
Against the dreaded Taliban.
Our troops maintained, our troops prevailed,
Against each foe our troops assailed.
And though they fought with honor deep,
The fight they fought for peace to keep.
Categories:
insurgency, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
This Casuistry is a paradox
Fallacious feelings repress
A Sophistry you ingress Chemically redox
Tergiversate under scrutiny. A misfit – an anachronism. Elusory emotions to express
My argument a confused paralogism Chicanery
Fugacious Piety worships AWAITING THE FALL
An elaborate machination Formation of
this Cabal To unravel this conspiracy
Renegade inspiration
A
Live
Grenade
Revolution call.
Societal crumblings
A mind poisoned by barricades
Limitations.
Cures itself
By questioning everything
Invalidity, obscurity, corruption
Topple under
Plots of our Coterie
Political pressure
Militant insurgency
Worship the gun
Worship the steel
Guerilla tactics
Metro
Urban
Rurally
Camouflaged pawns
Stratagem
Pieces on the board are people
Playing for real.
Didactic Leaders
And
Pedantic parents
They’re history and experience
In perspective reveals.
Cycle of manipulative
Elite, controlling
The pariahs
Starved in appeal.
Categories:
insurgency, angst, grave, mystery, social,
Form:
Shape
Wake up,
there'a a rebellion going on
There's a revolt,
and the conspiracy is strong
Two hundred and fifty princes
against Moses the man of God
They all got their swords aimed
against the power of Aaron's rod
The leaders of this evil insurgency
are two lovers of Egyptian idolatry
Wicked men trying to resist the truth,
but their folly will be made known to all
Reprobate concerning the faith,
brother against brother is the judgment call
Now whose side are you on,
whose's it gonna be
Do you choose Moses and Aaron,
or do you vote for Jannes and Jambres
Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you wanna be free and serve God,
or worship the idols of Egypt in slavery
Brother against brother is the battle call today
Do you wanna go back to Egypt,
or remain here in the wilderness to stay
Some say they'd rather have their bellies full
and be in chains
Then to die of hunger and thirst
in a land where it doesn't rain
Some say Moses is a false prophet,
who brought them to the desert to die
Some say there's no land of milk and honey,
that's just crazy talk, pie in the sky
Now whose side are you on,
who do you choose to believe
Will you stay with Moses and Aaron,
or will you follow Jannes and Jambres
Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you want to go on to Canaan land,
or do you want to go back into slavery
Speaking for myself,
'cause I don't know about you:
I'm sticking with Moses,
and I'm staying with Aaron too
We got the Rock,
with the water gushing out
We got the Manna,
every morning on the ground like dew
Then the glory of the Lord
appeared before the congregation
Ready to destroy the whole Israelite nation
But Moses said, Lord please,
please don't destroy them all
And God showed mercy, letting only the rebels fall
into the pit, where the earth had opened up her mouth
Into the bottomless pit, where there would be no climbing out
Standing before the throne of God on judgment day:
Brother, whose side were you on,
did you follow the devil and pick wrong
Were you part of the rebellion that took place,
did the dirt from the pit cover your face
Brother, whose side were you on,
on which side did you belong
Did you help defend the two holy men,
or did you die with Korah and Dathan
Categories:
insurgency, bible, god, religion, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
A PACKET OF LIES
I will build houses on the oceans
And you shall have no cause to
Cry again like those without shelter;
I will build an Estate and make it
Free of charge for all masses.
I shall declare my assets naked
When you vote for me this time.
All students shall go on scholarship,
I will build schools and hostel for them,
All the beggars shall dine on my table;
No more beggars strike, all are free to beg no more.
When the rain fall, it shall drench none,
The sun shall not harm our children.
One plate of food twice a day for all public school
Children in the country, is that not a change?
All the children shall be well taken care of
Because they are the leaders of tomorrow.
I will take care of the widows in the land,
I shall be their husband day and night,
None shall be barren in this land of hope;
For there shall be plenty to eat and leave.
The widows shall be elevated in my courtyard,
None shall cry over their lost husbands.
Henceforth, I shall do my own share
In the building of this great nation,
I shall attend to matter of the state,
Great delicate diplomatic issues shall I solve.
The roads shall smile and rejoice when I assume office.
I shall share the national cake equally,
I will repair the refineries and fight corruption in the state,
I shall play my own role in the nation building.
Insurgency shall be no more,
Killing and terrorism shall end,
BH shall I conquer within three months in office,
Vote for me! vote for change!! Vote for me!!!
I know the way to the BH's heart which we know.
I shall stand for everyone in the country,
For I shall go against my own grain to satisfy your
Mutual quest of corrupt free country.
Freedom shall be for the Bus-drivers,
The market women shall testify and rejoice,
I will make our currency higher than the pounds.
I am for everybody and not for anyone,
Vote for change not transformation,
Vote for united nation not for disunity.
Vote for freedom of the press,
Vote for social amenities,
I wll serve those that vote for me and those
That didn't vote for me because everyone has his choice to make.
I will turn the country round to favour all,
The hunt and the hunted, and the hunter.
Abundance of bread shall we all live in,
I promise not to fail you when you vote for me.
(C) JCV
Categories:
insurgency, africa, art, betrayal,
Form:
Narrative
The healthy man fights not to be sick,
Meticulous doctor prays to have enough patients,
patients hope not to end up in the morgue,
morgue keeper needs more corpses to keep his job,
The coffin maker hopes to make enough sales
to pay his bills;praying that many should die.
The robbers pray not to get caught ,but
to succeed more in their exploits;
Fraudsters plan to swindle more victims,
Crime fighters prepare more to stop crime,
as terrorists device different means to make
their impact more devastating.
A woman prays day and night to have a baby,
A child! of her own to bring out the joy of her marriage
and silent all her enemies and adversaries,
Another refuses to have one;she evacuates her womb
many times in her lifetime,not ready for motherhood,
The strong and wise remain poor,
while the weak and nitwit dined in opulence.
Electorates planned and prayed to elect good leaders,
'Good' leaders embezzle and usurp power,
A man has thirty-six duplexes and two castles
but sleep only in one room,while another man has six children
with no room to lay his body.
Oil exploration increases,piracy increases,
New pipelines constructed,vandals destroy,
UNO sues for world peace,more nuclear weapons
produced,insurgency unabated,
everyone prays to succeed in their quest,
Whose prayer should be answered?
That of UNO or terrorists?
Crime fighters or criminals?
evildoers or good fellows?
Doctors or patients or coffin makers?
Saints or the beasts?
Murderers or mothers?
Hmm!I`m confused...
Thanks to the supreme deity,I`m not in HIS Shoes.
Categories:
insurgency, life, people, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t hold on,
To the feeling that I will stay.
Cos’ I’ll be long gone tomorrow,
With the arrival of the first sun ray.
I don’t desire to leave,
But I must suit up and fight.
Wipe off some darkness,
That engulfs the white valley of light.
The shelling & stone pelting carries on,
These are troubled times and all must keep calm.
Kashmir shows me that these divisions,
These boundaries and religions bring us nothing but harm.
Sometimes, I’ll show justice,
Sometimes, I’ll show my wrath and kill.
Sometimes, the natives will hate me,
While the journalists and activists will have their fill.
An icy fear grabs my heart,
And beads of sweat form on my forehead.
At times, even the bravest soldier feels afraid,
I don’t wish that my blood stains this white snow red.
Amidst cramped bunkers, I and my men hope,
Amidst this hell, we yearn to make it out alive.
Amidst this insurgency and militant maelstrom,
We long to gaze at the face of a little child & a loving wife.
But it’s time to stop my fretting and pick up arms,
Got not a clue till when this darkness will last.
Meanwhile, the only thing that keeps me alive is my wish to come back home,
When Kashmir’s river of tears will dry up, when it’ll just be a figment of the past...
Categories:
insurgency, dark, death, deep, soldier,
Form:
Rhyme
Nigeria my Country
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions
Lies prostrate at the crossroads
Insurgency an anathema in our country
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence
Human lives are more devalued
Than our cursed currency
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more
The Shepherd has lost control
And the flock scattered
In all directions
Don’t cry my beloved country
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges
Nigeria looks beautiful
But woe betide every Partaker
In this national calamity!
Categories:
insurgency, anger, bereavement, break up,
Form:
Free verse
The Genesis touch fills me with delight,
And there was no night that stars did not shine,
Before sin hides the glow from our sight,
Weak minds, rob the length of allotted time.
A gateway prevails into the formless earth,
Wasteful insurgency covers the surface.
To shelter from the storm of Gods wrath,
Time elapse, found probabilities in space.
Engrafted state conceit everything that grows,
Intrigue holds the light for a little moment,
And the danger presented doesn't always shows,
the secret of Satan’s influence and comment.
While the youth of beauty gradually decay
And changed the day into shades of gloom,
Every particle of inch went vile and stray,
From the dimness of equals hides perfection.
The outward decline, begun in Genesis
When all things shrunk in the shrouding mist,
Closed doors came upon the lovely bliss,
And chase light from Eden’s innocent crest.
Spiraling joy parted quickly into a chasm,
Creation made the dry dust unveil tears,
Immortality turned into sweat and retribution,
Soon, the pain would swallow the toil of years.
The erring child raise up hope and began
The potentials pursuit of things, once evade,
Soften grace watered the plot of land,
God looked with sorrow upon things he made.
Men hear cherubim’s beaten wings near
Fear sure and sap the remaining strength,
Tranquillity rise and flatten upon the air
Like death, paradise wreath leaves the earth.
When I consider everything, Genesis had given
Temptation unveil the failure twice befell,
In death, conceived truth we know of heaven,
And all on earth would need to know to avoid hell.
Now darkness becomes a source of strength,
There is night, and emblem of humanity’s might,
Break through the clouds with weaker breath,
And the Ark appeared triumphant in radiant light.
A dove on the wing flies swiftly over the waters
Life knew the return of seed time and harvest,
Ours was the day, to see the beauty of flowers
While we may live in hope to attain the best.
Categories:
insurgency, allegory, beauty, conflict, gospel,
Form:
Free verse
FASCIST STATE
They did not come upon us like blitzkrieg in the night
or goose step into town like a plague of parasites.
They crept on us like shadows in increments so small
they did not seem, at first, to be that menacing at all.
But an eerie posture lurking in those twisted silhouettes
triggered in my senses the twinges of a threat.
So when I turned to look at it what loomed before my eyes
was a figure black in battle dress, fully weaponized.
The more I studied it the more my inclinations ran
to perceive it as an insect rather than a man.
It was clad in armor that formed a battle skin
like some science fiction creature’s exoskeleton.
Peering like a mantis, devoid of all remorse,
it assumed the posture of a ruthless brutal force.
Unmoving, it awaited some unsuspecting prey
to trigger programmed instincts into deadly play.
It was not a thinking thing but a proxy sent
to execute agendas of torture and torment.
It was posted as a sentry by a calculating hand
to reinforce the stranglehold of evil in command.
Secure in it’s status as an instrument of pain
it stood rigid in a posture of arrogant disdain.
it’s value was its ignorance, it did not comprehend
that it would be destroyed when its purpose came to end.
It emanated coldness so inhuman that it seemed
to have stepped from a nightmare to stomp upon a dream.
The whole landscape of existence changed dramatically
beneath the hostile presence of such raw authority.
Where once the streetlights offered sanctuary in their rays
they now morphed into searchlights hunting down a prey.
Sirens screamed atrocities that took the aspect of
a jackboot psychopath with a fist inside a glove.
Beneath the cyborg menace was evil more discrete
skulking in the think tanks, and the bunkers of deceit.
A covert insurgency of social engineers
bent on the subjugation of the hemispheres.
Through orchestrated episodes of endless global war
they reveled in their orgies of sabotage and gore.
The sentry was the whipping tip of the chain of command
lashed across the back of every dominated land.
What darkness of impressions an image can command
when the shadow of a fascist state falls across a land.
Categories:
insurgency, political, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
In my radio psychology grows
A loopy Admiral constant
Heaving between seas porous
With blue tongued underwater arches
Roman cathedrals with baboon guardtowers
Cerebrally undergoing city territory
The way cliffhanging apes are bound to escape
To sail the nerve lines of creative thought
Spin with me
Through the frozen galaxies
New Ice Age melting old patterns
Threatening not, only to a weary mind
We are always threading and carving daze
Amidst insurgency of gustatory emblem
Redesign the digital embryo provides
Passionate cartographers with virtual tether
To unsheath the countess weather
Human families swoon at the sheets
Grateful pregnant bounties abide
Think bright underneath starlight
As futures embed new lives surprise
Floating all porous ties
Categories:
insurgency, art, computer-internet, family, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
There was insurgency-
in white night.
Moon will stay to witness
the murder
of a golden leaf.
What was the promise of a ripe
language ? The yellow thrust ?
Keeping a date with death was not all important.
There were
lots of poems to be underlined,
preened and straightened. The dirt had
accumulated. A metaphor
will remove the stains.
Any confession will
take away the mystry. Who killed
the nothing ?
Unrelenting
the apples were crashing.
Satish Verma
Categories:
insurgency, art,
Form:
ABC
I believe there are still honest politicians
Who try to do their best for our country,
While others, out of grandiose ambitions
Couldn’t give a fig, to put it rather bluntly.
Some fashion laws to benefit constituents,
Others pad their pockets, many illegally,
And use their public voices to influence
Our unlearned, ignorant masses gleefully.
We’ve new breeds in D.C., I do mention,
Who seem to do little but be contrary
Saying outrageous things for attention
More appropriate for a peanut gallery!
The hallowed halls of Webster and Clay
Cheapened by Graham and McCarthy,
Whose stances change from day to day.
They are a shameful disgrace, as we see.
Some have championed an insurgency
While spouting the most incredible lies,
Lining pockets with ill-gained currency
Observing while justice gradually dies.
What good has MTG’s term done for us
None! Except getting notice in the press
On the body politic, she’s a noxious pus
Please forgive me, seems that I digress.
But to the point, I think we all can agree
[If not, you have your own point of view],
If we, as Americans, hope to remain free
We must vote out the bums, start anew,
Makes no difference your political stance
Conservatives and liberals, go on a spree
Tired of the same old song and dance?
At the polls let’s vote for a new pedigree!
Written August 8, 2022
[My political rant for today!]
Categories:
insurgency, change, perspective, political,
Form:
Political Verse
Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled
The giant of Africa is in shambles
With hope of her youth buried under the rubbles of
Man made insurgency
Banditry and insane killings
Evil holds sway everywhere
While goodness scamper to safety
Succor for the needy
Has been looted by the greedy
Kidnapping has been legalized
As perpetrators haggle ransom
With constituted authorities
Like in the open market
While security forces stand aloof
Awaiting their share of the pie
Armaggeddon is surely here
Categories:
insurgency, anger, anxiety, bereavement, conflict,
Form:
Free verse