Best Militants Poems
Written By: D. Collins 10/10/23
Ask a black man in America just how he feels?
He’ll say like Ukraine, he’s not down with Israel.
Called refugees after Katrina shows America’s intent.
Where all Palestinian people are now called militants.
We are direct descendants of horrific terrorist acts.
America gives that label to anyone who fights back.
Kaepernick was dismissed right on American soil.
Yet, his taxes go abroad like flowing motor oil.
After ions of oppression why should we care about Jews?
We were the first, if you haven’t heard the news.
Still our struggle continues to this day in time.
Ask a black man in America, what’ on his mind?
Categories:
militants, history, inspirational,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Islam Burning
In deep purple flame
Stapled to the cross
While the peasants yell below
Demon demon demon
Black flags rise
Hearts fail to beat
Humanity has lost this score
The axe swings in the air
Freedom at last
From Islam’s beasts
My head tumbles into the dust
I am now an icon of the history I so loved
I am Khalid al-Asaad
Your humble servant of antiquity
Aug 19, 2015
In memory of Khalid al-Assad murdered by Islamic cowards.
Islamic State militants beheaded a renowned antiquities scholar in the ancient Syrian city of Palmyra and hung his mutilated body on a column in a main square of the historic site because he apparently refused to reveal where valuable artefacts had been moved for safekeeping.
According to Syrian state news agency Sana and the UK-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights, Asaad was beheaded in front of dozens of people on Tuesday in a square outside the town’s museum. His body was then taken to Palmyra’s archaeological site and hung from one of the Roman columns.
“Al-Asaad was a treasure for Syria and the world,” his son-in-law, Khalil Hariri, told the Associated Press. “Why did they kill him? Their systematic campaign seeks to take us back into pre-history. But they will not succeed.”
Categories:
militants, allah, dog, eulogy, evil,
Form:
Light Verse
Many have heard of a lost continent in the Atlantic
But there are some who believe there was one in the Pacific
Grab hold of time’s clock and switch it back 85 thousand years
Peer through history’s mist, legendary Lemuria appears
Their ancestry is thought to be Asian or Polynesian
Did this evolved culture build the stone heads on Easter Island
If they existed and how they vanished, we can't know for sure
For any artifacts are now lying on the ocean floor
Hostile natives of Atlantis have been blamed for their demise
It’s said religious Lemurians were attacked by surprise
A lesson can be learned, however, as history repeats
Many peaceful cultures have succumbed to militants’ defeats
Those who have spiritual inclinations don’t make weapons
And the death toll continues to rise well into the millions
Men who seek power are always seeking to control our Earth
But on Judgment Day our Lord will decide who has the most worth
Categories:
militants, mysteryeaster,
Form:
Couplet
It was a special day and he’d hardly said his vows
When some gory militants struck in the northern part,
The groom’s suit he replaced with the soldier’s uniform
And the merry radiance faded to reflect his troubled heart.
As the journey north spiraled into the prickly thickets
He still heard the cheery songs cut short by the duty’s call,
The charm of his newly-wed’s kiss hung on his drying lips
And still could hear the echoing claps of those in the hall.
“The soldier’s portion is as bitter as gall…”
He thought as the precarious road got rougher.
The soldier must pay for the civilians’ peace,
By being self-denying, and sacrificially tougher.
And so our soldier and his mates were ambushed
By the enemy fire that caught them by surprise.
The newly-wed wife anxiously awaited the news
Of the operation that led to her hubby’s demise.
This unfortunate guy’s fate is what a soldier daily faces
Simply to guarantee the civilian the happiness he chases.
Categories:
militants, pain, war, , fate,
Form:
Verse
Hats off to the leaders who
Altered our lives
Proud to honor the
Patriotic pioneers atleast once in a
Year,on the day when we got freedom
In the rain,in the snow,torment
Night and day,its their
Deep patriotism
Exhilarate them to fortify their
Pride nation against
Execrable agonies.
Never worry about
Demise,the Militants are
Exemplary persons should be honored
Not just today,but everyday.
Combatants protect and make us
Enjoy the freedom
Do remember them in this
Auspicious occasion with gratitude.
Yay-A very happy Independence day
Categories:
militants, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
Some years back we launched a war, (WMDs) our aim
obliterated half a Country, dictator to blame
Years went by no end in sight, the battle raging on
the only one that gained a thing, capturing Sadam
4,000 plus, our bravest troops, came home as heroes gone
can't leave them unprotected, the fight continued on
Then not too many years ago, (seven comes to mind)
a new direction not well received, pull them all out blind
Let them all fend for themselves, and shrink our mighty force
sit back and watch how evil grows, just shake your head of course
New names added every year, terrorists growing strong
don't worry they're just "J V teams", they won't last very long
City after city fell, like cancer in the sands
our finest Military Leaders, relieved of their Commands
It's his way or the highway, no compromise to date
Countries now in shattered ruins, the people see their fate
We fought a battle , a just cause, not true the record shows
careful not to pick a fight, don't step on any toes
Remembering our alliances, tolerate, let them be
helped to keep the rest in check, Middle East to Tripoli
Terror spread like wind storms, throughout the middle east
those "J V" Teams have now become, "the belly of the Beast"
He picked the wrong side to destroy, and side with Arab Spring
all hell broke loose in Libya, Obama felt the sting
The Americans we lost that day, Ambassador and Team
up and coming Election sights, can't spoil Obamas dream
Secretary of State may help, ignore their pleas for aid
bury reasons they were there, as militants parade
Not the only tragedy, his Legacy will hold
never were transparencies, we see the truth unfold
Working on new History Books, keep them "tarnish free"
lot of "Firsts come with his name", and most we'll never see.....
Categories:
militants, america, conflict, history, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
ideals to inspire soldiers
when 9/11 spewing black clouds meant a
complicated revenge
defeat terrorists, take out bin Laden
remake a country in democratic vestments
golden good intentions that lose their way in
an undertow of violence
the bones of wartime, bullets of combat carnage
Taliban insurgents hide and seek in Pakistan
militants wait to impose their laws
as a regime falls, unhinged by corruption
unwilling to fire a shot
swift capitulation like jaws snapping shut
US departure, flawed
dangles like severed wires
refugees stampede
flee the bondage of remaining
evacuation - a spreading blood stain, chaotic
Afghanistan intervention, no sound preconditions
for success
in an end game that had no ending?
just more of the same?
achievements of 20 years
seep through outstretched hands
like heated wars
storms of desert sand
that fixate on what cannot be changed
Poem composed September 5/21
For Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
militants, america, anger, political, war,
Form:
Free verse
I'm just a Soldier in his Camouflage
In the Mirror of the Mirage
Chameleon to envious enemies Onslaughts
They in the Image of Decepticons
Why I listen in on the Intercom
Walkie Talkie till the Image of the Affiliates Collage
Nightvision goggs I can see they Militants in the Fog
Not knowing they walking into planted land mine full of Bombs
With Grenades in my Palms
Stake outs in the Night to Dawn
Why I'm concealed looking from the Pond
In the trees with Ninja Stars
With a few Ninjas with Swords over they Arms
I pray to GOD for Victory an then I kiss my Charm
Then I put my dog tag back under my Thermal
Eyes filled with Inferno
That burns Eternal
I sit in the tree lookin at the stars an write in my Journal
To me it's Business and it's Personal
Categories:
militants, imagery, soldier, symbolism,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
WHERE FREEDOM FINDS THE FIRE-Screwed XIII Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
The liberation that resides within burning flames,
creates a disaster of unknown soldiers with no names.
Emancipation of nightmares turning into reality,
such trauma on the front line without any familiarity.
The combatants fight for justice without reservation,
committed to the allegiance with brothers, self preservation.
Fearless warriors breaking through walls of steel,
the discipline remains faithful with robust Navy Seals.
Rugged militants searching for honorable troopers,
a fighter waiting to be found by a dedicated recruiter.
Courage becomes a mission that creates no boundary,
to save our country within mental states of quandary.
Enemy's break through and many soldiers become hero's,
they protect our freedom from disasters like ground zero.
The Privates in the Army teach discipline and respect,
so proud to be an American, what more should we expect?
Freedom comes with a price and too many lives are lost,
so much fear and trepidation when enemy lines are crossed.
All the soldiers are laid to rest in Arlington Cemetery,
for when freedom finds the fire, fighting is necessary.
~Date Written: March 26, 2016~
Categories:
militants, courage, freedom, soldier,
Form:
Quatrain
What does a young naïve Christian think
When a hooded desperado storms a prayer room,
His scary presence quiets the praying tongues ,
And his outlawed round replaces hope with doom?
He doesn’t think, instead he silently prays :
Father, forgive their misinformed cruel idiocy,
Teach these men that suicide is not an escape
From the punishment for their bloody idiosyncrasy.
What does an aging single mother think
When the hope of a graduate daughter or son
Turns out to be that unthinkable news of death,
The bullet-riddled corpse, the end of the rising sun?
She does not think, instead she miserably cries:
Father, blight their brows with sulfurs hot,
Numb their souls with the gall of unending pain,
And their hope for bliss in death reduce to naught.
What does the orphaned little boy or girl think
When the bright elder sibling they adore
Calls to say that she’s been forced to call
And say goodbye before the triggers go?
The orphaned boy or girl does not think, instead they howl:
Father, tell the murderous killers to spare my sister
For there is no-one else to wash my clothes
And none to help with the assignments and dinner.
And what does the heavenly merciful Creator think
When the roars of guns and the sobs of death
Force him to turn and cast his all-seeing eyes below
To behold such thick-skinned extermination of breath?
He does not think, instead he wonders:
What breed of men is this I accidentally made,
To wound and mutilate my innocent lambs,
Rejoicing as their lives sorrowfully fade?
(The massacre of well over 150 Garissa University College students by the Al-Shabaab militants on 2nd April 2015)
Categories:
militants, holocaust,
Form:
Verse
Most politicians are liars
(As they are adept in tricks)
Most militants are no mind
(As they are trained to obey sillier)
Most merchants are greedy cheaters
(As too many profits they care)
Most pilferers are caught in red hand
(As they fail in nowhere)
...
Most of them will then Dwell
In a cell in hell
Once, Satan asks
Who needs a fry bath?
Silence, the hell becomes still
Categories:
militants, political, truth,
Form:
Verse
provided weapons, training &
billions of dollars in aid (your tax
dollars) to Afghan militants opposing
the Soviet Union in Afghanistan
between 1979 and 1989, helping to
fortify the mujahideen & create the
now infamous al-Qaida---
provided support to the Polish
Solidarity movement from 1980-
1981, initially to fight the Soviet
Union’s influence there, however
subsequently supporting the
government’s own oppression of
its people---
sweat & toiled for 9 years from
1981 to 1990, trying desperately to
remove the Nicaragua’s Sandinista
government---
helped the military government of
El Salvador from 1980 to 1992 to
engage their death squads in the
oppression of the Farabundo Marti
National Liberation Front---
backed Ayad Allawi’s resistance
in Iraq from 1992 to 1995, in the
attempt to dismantle Saddam
Hussein’s regime---
supported the Venezuelan coup in
2002---
provided millions of dollars to
Fatah in Palestine in order to
overthrow Hamas rule in Gaza,
in particular the failed coup of
2008---
gave financial support to
anti-Islamic warlords in 2006
Somalia---
pumped hundreds of millions of
dollars into Iran’s resistance to
the government there between
2005 and present day, in
desperate hope that they will
be destroyed from within---
overthrew Muammar Qaddafi
in 2011 Libya with help from
the opposition there---
and Syria is next folks.
Categories:
militants, life,
Form:
Free verse
I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.
I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.
Categories:
militants, death, family, life, love,
Form:
Lyric
Was first day of school when evil befell
the town children who marched in happy tune,
and the school bell tolling rung its death knell
for the dead and dying who died too soon.
Sadly there is none so Godless and none
so dangerous as a fool with a cause -
no rest will come to the ghosts of Beslan
until the cause of peace gives hatred pause.
A schoolyard is not a theatre of war,
no child a legitimate enemy -
are men’s hearts so black, rotten to the core
that he finds refuge in atrocity?
What badge of honour behoves the wearer
to bear on children a reign of terror?
Written: October 2004
Wrote this after the senseless school siege
at Beslan in Russia by Islamic militants. At
least 334 people died including 186 kids in
2004. Now similar atrocities curse Ukraine.
Categories:
militants, children, death,
Form:
Sonnet
Witnessing the blood baths, the massacre
Of God’s people, children’s bodies everywhere,
And octogenarians expire slowly and quietly in horror.
The undistorted and the vivid images of terror,
The ugly realities of life for millions; what a rancor!
The large plumes of gray phosphorus smoke! There is nowhere
To hide. Showers of shrapnel, unprecedented heavy shellings,
White clouds of death and discriminating lynchings
Of everything that breathes, walks, runs and flies;
This is war, this is sheer terrorism! The God-flies;
Where are they when they are needed?
Our world should not be so muted,
So insensitive toward so many.
This is a shameful disaster, a pity…
To do nothing and hope for the awakening of the gods;
The worms, the flies, the rats and the tods
Must be happy. What an inhumane feast!
In this young century, we cannot find Peace.
The photos are real, and dying is not a joke.
The lenses of the camera recorded the blood soaked
Pregnant women, their babies shredded
By the wrecked fires of the big guns.
No one is spared: fathers, mothers, sons,
And even young girls are arrested,
Humiliated, stepped on and eventually annihilated.
This is the state of our human family.
Centuries old victims are now the perpetrated
Beasts that devour nymphs, angels and dignity.
The moon can only helplessly weep,
The gods and the geese are high by the burning bodies.
Terrorism is your vocation; falling asleep,
Amid this, is criminal, we should unequivocally denounce the bullies.
Big gun shipped helicopters can only destroy; they don’t make Peace,
H bombs only create more activists, more militants and more beasts.
Copyright@ January 2009, Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved
Categories:
militants, abuse, anger, angst, environment,
Form:
Rhyme