Best Savagery Poems
SAVAGERY
Bound tight by blinding shock,
Captured stiff by coaled astonishment,
Enslaved hard by utter incredulity,
In sight to four tortured sacrifices -
Humiliated human bonfires to appease the dark lords.
It was a bad dream; a demented nightmare!
And I was being sucked in. I had to wake up, fast!
I awoke - and it stared at me defiantly in the face;
Obdurately reinforcing its reality; I wilted - as I
Stared at the fanatical apostles of nihilism.
We've all become feral animals - maniacal brutes!
Innocent or guilty - it matters not!
Indeed, madness reigns supreme in our midst;
The spirit of unbridled brutality has run amok!
Sick, sick, heads, journeying all over; what barbarism!
A finger pointing; four others looking back.
Tell me, who is innocent? None!
Tell me, who breathes without sin? None!
But, what do we see in the land?
Unhinged lunacy - a morbid display on a polluted earth.
Our shepherds continually play deaf
To the collective desires of their sheep.
The doors of frustration has long blown wide open -
Rapidly ushering out diverse evils, without measure.
The land is swollen with generational blood;
While truth and equity remains constant illusions.
Remember, wrongly wielding the sword,
Paves straight to perishing by it;
Comeuppance to the vile executioners!
For the painfully departed, right words, I have none.
Ergo, Nigeria, our Nigeria, I plead; for mercy I plead,
On you, on me, on us; for divine fortitude for
All connected with lives, young and not, already lost.
(c) Ikenna.C.Igwe, 2012
Reprehensible Savagery ©
'Pon reading tragic headline...,
aye experienced grief alone,
no matter the killer (Chris Watts,
thirty-three years
of Frederick, Colorado) unknown
to me, the sheer brutality,
whereat he killed Shanann Watts,
Bella and Celeste,
his once adorably beautiful,
now ceased wife
and daughters ages thirty four,
four, and three respectively
(purportedly via strangulation)
reflexively did i groan
particularly, the propensity to kill
with in sinew weighted bone
times gone by,
where expletive laced epithets
incessantly did drone
nearly activating trip wires,
a blood dripping knife,
would be shown
to police, unless...I took my life,
cuz immediate regret would well up
resulting with an agonizing moan...
hence after perusing morbid
(somewhat inexplicably fascinating)
screaming tragedy ado
admit sadness overtook this chap,
what wrought motive,
(albeit premeditated)
for him to construe
such an atrocious, ferocious,
heinous, et cetera grew
some crime toward innocent wife
(she supposedly knew)
intuitively felt and possibly
foresaw the slew
how her life (a grotesque
mass square aid )
would meet one gross violent death
intimating marriage frayed
ranking as "FAKE,"
or Eff for failing grade
yet tidbits publicized twas shaky match
from get go, no heaven made
nor wedded bliss -
her precious life paid
as well two preschoolers
(cute as a button),
and expectant third progeny (male fetus)
existence extinguished by, "killer"
the husband, who went
into a deadly tie raid
now guilt upon
his conscious heavily weighed.
Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on?
your breast.
I was on the verge of
a confession. I loved
you like never before.
A full moon, like a
toddler was hopping
towards me.
Never reached the
perfection. Do not have
any wants.
Getting the burns
from the cushions.
I will call you later.
Satish Verma
SUBCUTANEOUS SAVAGERY
From the sublime to the savage
With relevance to ravage
By a being beset by a beauty’s betrayal begotten
My well-fed fortune forgotten
My reality rotten
An acrid and sulfuric soliloquy spoken sullenly and suddenly by a spirit betrothed to a fiend
By a warlock once weaned
From the sublime to the subway
A subterranean trail to travel
With a revelation to unravel
My better judgment judged by a conductor’s gavel
Under a tundra’s tunnel
A metaphorical funnel
Learning what a lunatic like me lacks
I am a train that has jumped the tracks
This is a fourteen scotch in an Irish pup day
While I ride in a subcutaneous subway
A subway stained by sin and sedition
And my next stop on this train is Perdition
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Great Britain and their beloved colonial states,
struggled and determined each their own fates,
foes in war, but united in common civility,
unlike Putin's abandon of simple humanity.
Ravaged and weakened, but firm on their feet,
Ukraine lacks no courage in evil they meet,
and those who would claim, "It is not our fight."
abandon Heaven's calling to do what is right.
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The rivalry
disputes spaces and fights as
landowner and landless
cat and mouse ...!
Ignorant men
fight over money
equal to dogs for garbage ...
wishes hopes and dreams
school sales, festivals, food and fun
in a moment gone
people fallen, children lost
3, 9, 22 depart in a flash
so many fell in three cities
they’ve left life’s promises too soon
in a moment of light then shadows
came senseless savagery
loving lives gone others torn
nightmares and fears have now begun
from young men drawn to stealing lives
away from the possibility of friends,
growth, work, children, loves
radical young drawn by hateful words,
cruel dreams deviant works their own death
— most religions are not vicious
most people are kind
Gilroy had family and friends
I called late at night finally able to breathe
in those cities so many lives were shattered
and in those cities life will resurrect again
Savagery of an act unspeakable,
ransack of the flesh of innocence
melts the petals of the rose
with blowtorch breath of violation.
The gallows groan, with guilt are ridden,
turmoil grinds a mind of penitence,
caustic soda rivers flow
with twisted thoughts of self-beration.
The aftermath of the unaccountable,
imagined false responsibility
scars the contour of the heart,
mother love crucified with shame.
Yet man alone, his black corrosion,
incarnate evil, cruel iniquity,
from heaven's grace is set apart
and is the swine to blame.
Spoiling of a daughter sacrosanct,
crime before all of humanity,
malevolence and vile despair,
perversion of some vicious cur.
No mother in her grief and mourning
ever should endure the agony;
of every cross she has to bear
this one is not for her.
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.