Best Slaughter Poems
We are the Terrorists
dead babies don't cry
therefore I must
My Colors are Black, White, Green and Red
Black for the darkness of Israeli crimes
White for the purity of resistance
Green for the olive groves once tended
Red for the blood, Zionists love to spill
Bible Trumpers flying hypocrite kites
lacking morality, dignity, a sore site
another Hitler, another people torn
can humanity repeat, time will tell
KKK Nazis and Zionists, all belong in hell
Worn shoes, suffering, victims scares
horrendous crimes, the devils evil grip
in tents and shelters exist tears and fright
tomorrow, if we breath, let Palestine live
eternity for the innocent, let every child be free
My colors are Palestine
My colors are Humanity
My colors are crayons for children
My colors shout, never silent
My colors are for the oppressed
My colors are music and song
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
Free Free
free Palestine
The Carpenters in their time were defining,
Offered their fans so much more than more,
Uncanny that the words of this song keep returning,
For the brave Ukrainians, a heartfelt encore.
Why does the sun go on shining,
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me anymore?
Why do people keep on sighing, God is all knowing
He is with, and loves each victim on either side,
Because of this war families are dying, HE is hurting,
That one man with ego changed a country’s tide
Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love
First thing in the morning and every night
For their peace I am constantly praying,
How cruel to say goodbye to the who must fight,
Husbands, fathers, children or brothers, crying.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything is the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does
So many widows, soldiers dying every day,
So many orphans from this uncalled slaughter,
Innocents whose lives have suddenly gone array,
I saw a man on the news, cradling his infant daughter.
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
The Ukrainians must win, no more goodbyes
Not the end of the world, but a new beginning,
For without a shadow of doubt the good guys,
Must live to record history, their pride rimming.
PS Inspired by the song sung by the Carpenters (IN ITALICS) THE END OF THE WORLD
Sun murders the breeze
Choking pores until they cry
Holding us hostage.
Swimming in the river were some elephants
They were giving themselves a bath
And over by the river bank
Was a lonesome male giraffe
From the murky waters peeking out
Were a crocodiles eyes
He had hold of a wildebeest
That was taken by surprise
From nowhere came a rhinoceros
Who had something more to say
He jumped onto the crocodile's back
So the beast could get away
A female cheetah was also there
She was fishing for a meal
But so were some hyenas
They were looking for a steal
A monkey and a chimpanzee
Had been watching from the trees
They groomed each other spotless
And they ate each others fleas
And soon the mighty lion came
To have himself a drink
When all the others heard his roar
They left without a blink
Then the sound of a gun was fired
And it opened the lion's ears
He heard the sound of a gun before
And it's one thing that he fears
In a jeep were poachers racing
From a sheriff on their trail
He was catching up to them
To throw their butts in jail
One by one the animals returned
To get back to the water
They all get to live another day
Today, there is no slaughter
If one is hungry
And bored
Of watching over Mecca,
What better place
To steal an apple
Than from another country’s orchards,
With fighter jets
Twanged in the sky
Like flying bottle openers,
Diving down
And peeling back a tin can roof
Of a school bus
Loaded with 40 children,
Whose shoulders are all
Strapped
With blue and red back packs
That look like little lunch boxes,
One of them
Surely containing
The sweet temptation
Of the perfect apple.
Mistaken identity, can happen.
So, a few bombs,
True,
Have to remove
The dozens of windows
And deposit
The million shards like razors
To flay the skin of the girls and boys
And, in an attempt to remain civilized
About this,
First cook
With fire and oil
The cheekbones from the skulls
Of the five year olds
Who are still alive,
And it’s important to keep fresh
The liver, tongues and hearts
Shish-kebobbed
With splintered ribs, white as serpents,
And finally, then
There it is,
The well done slab of lamb’s meat
Still clung, red as a beet,
Limbs and noses,
To be stripped
From that one buried back pack
And within it, zipped,
The fine taste of a ripe apple
Polished by mom
As a snack that was packed,
That day,
For school.
I fear for the future of many young and innocent.
The unfortunate ones whose childhood was spent
without responsible parents who couldn't care less.
Abandoned or runaways, alone and in dire distress
of what to do. To survive they turn to a life of sin...
thinking it's better than the home they were living in.
On their own, using the only thing they have to barter,
one prostitutes her body like a lamb to the slaughter.
It's an old story about some who had a lousy childhood,
parents who didn't care or who never understood
that a child needs love to give them a sense of worth.
Many were given away within days of their birth.
Others, fleeing a home in which they'd been abused
is a common reason teenagers often become confused.
And another innocent baby bird, from the nest has flown
walking the streets, lost and left to make it on her own.
Lips painted scarlet red... in a hooker's shoes she walks,
lamb to the slaughter while the lascivious wolf stalks.
Little Girl Lost, whose flesh was once as white as snow,
allows herself to be used by Tom, Dick, John and Joe.
Langston Hughes has labeled her, "...a withered flower
on a broken stem." * Stilettoes pacing hour after hour,
just so she can eat. A lamb to quench a predator's thirst,
she's among the flock on the corner of Gutter and 21st.
*'Young Prostitute' by Langston Hughes
Christ was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To make me, a born sinner, His daughter,
His death on the Cross, the best love story,
That washed my sins and clothed me with glory;
The Maker of the universe stayed dumb,
So that we, His creation, could now come
Into His presence and call God, Abba,
The only One who is the true Rabba;
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Christ was led,
A sacrifice for us, His blood was shed,
He's the Lamb who took away the world sins,
Everyone who receives Him, by grace, wins;
Christ ~ both the Shepherd and the Lamb of God,
Oppressed and afflicted for us, who're flawed,
The LORD laid on Him all our sinfulness,
For us, Jesus died with full wilfulness;
He opened not His mouth when He was killed,
In His death, the law of God was fulfilled,
A Lamb to the slaughter was Jesus Christ,
For me, for us, for the world, sacrificed.
It’s like a lamb to the slaughter
The thing is she KNEW
KNEW that beneath the alluring smile
And enigmatic eyes
Lay
A monster.
A demon.
Inhuman cold skin cluing in
The lamb
Her shepherd leads you to Hell.
But she’s drawn in
By seductive looks
Her hands shook
As she placed her heart
In the demon’s paw.
Sinful tongue, wicked lips
Grabbing, gripping clawing hands
Wanting,
Promising
MORE
Of a delicious wickedness.
Truth evident in horribly arousing
Stained talons
Dripping life-giving essence
A ruby color.
Legs quaking, knees knocking
Body rocking, soul shaking
As he takes her heart
Freely, foolishly given…
Elongated canines catch and glisten
In the telling moonlight.
Fangs! A whisper to the lamb
Demon! Someone screams
It’s not safe at night
She KNOWS
KNEW that beneath the inhumanly beautiful visage
Lay something
Screaming
Monster
…demon.
But the lamb wants to be swallowed
As she follows
As if in a trance.
Don’t go Lamb! Stop!
And she placed her heart
In the demon’s paw,
Relaxed in his iniquitous embrace
And delivered herself freely,
Anticipating a most delicious pain
Only he can give.
Truth evident in his salacious stare
As she fell a most willing prey to tantalizing touches
As back arched, heart out
Don’t lamb!
And he takes her heart
Freely, foolishly given…
….and devours it.
zhane_ariel
Poems from the Vampire! Free Poetry Contest
Jesus was Palestinian
At this sad time
solemn remembrance
200,000 plus slaughtered Palestinians
bombed and shot
like fish in a gold fish bowl
none will come back to life
in three days or ever
children lost
murdered by the most evil
cult in the world
Bethlehem surrounded yet again
bagpipes will prevail..........
Water, as most of you will know,
has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well,
in its natural form, devoid of smell,
and also in its pure state,
it's clear and clean and really great,
for keeping living things alive,
as without it nothing can survive.
Yes it really is such magic stuff,
because without it things are really tough,
and it often makes me stop and think.
each time I pour myself a drink.
What would I do if it all dried up?
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup!
Nothing from the pipes emanating,
panic, as I'm not used to waiting.
This is not how it is for me,
I live where rain falls frequently,
and I can drink, shower and bathe too,
as often as I'm wanting to.
But in other parts it rains only rarely,
and people there, well they can barely,
find enough water for their needs,
to drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.
For them life is infinitely harder,
they've learned to live with an empty larder,
and simple hygiene is so hard to achieve,
when the detritus of living, they have to leave,
lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around,
polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of the extreme poverty of these 'others',
on my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers,
whose children died because there has never been
access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted,
because we were born, where we were planted!
Hind the Red Deer
Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness in tranquility
the desire of many men over time
for she was not one woman
she was a piece of history
re-incarnated many times over
you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini
who cared for the children of the Nakba
passionate for the plight of all women
her history and roots she proudly expressed
with a museum of folklore, all impressed
Then there was Hind Shoufani
who learnt love from burnt villages
we are all tired, always though in the hearts
love falasteen
re-incarnated yet again
as Hind Rajab
an innocent child
like Jesus feared by evil
and those with power
shot this child over 300 times
sixty bullets for every year of her life
a gentle life stolen by the star of David
of course there was Rostom of the Nile
whose sensual moves so captured the eye
she remained a mystery to most
the humble and shy often do
passant hind at the rivers edge
red hair blowing in the breeze
sadness of the world, a suffocating heat
on the other side of the river
was it my imagination?
or did I see a small smile?
The Nurse of Zionism (part 1)
She visited the stolen land
loved putting her feet in the sand
the sand was not pleased
the crushed bones of Palestinian dreams
olive trees burned so Europeans could party
Over three hundred bullets in a six year old
"Its complicated"
Thousand of children slaughtered
"Its complicated"
Doctors raped in IDF prisons
"Its complicated"
Children used as human shields
"Its complicated"
Hospitals bombed on purpose
"Its complicated"
Medical equipment smashed by soldiers
"Its complicated"
IDF dress up in Palestinians women's cloths
"Its complicated"
One will never heal
with a heart so cold for others
selfish, self centered, self absorbed
to the core
Nazis had nurses too
I should not be shocked
The Angel of Tel Aviv (Part 2)
I ask why the ones
with hearts of gold
carry such a heavy burden
of pain, loss and sadness
The world such a miserable place
nurses should carry compassions grace
mostly true
for in the afternoon sun,
the Hanoun in bloom
in Tel Aviv an angel of mercy
restored my faith in humanity
In the plains of Africa another elephant corpse is found,
Despite a ban on trade for ivory since 1989 there is poaching;
Tens of thousands of elephants are brutally killed each year,
Their majestic tusks used to make ornaments and jewelry.
Weak law enforcement and corruption allows this to continue,
The desire for ivory is as big today as it ever was in the past;
Hunters using rifles aim for the brain of helpless elephants,
And all they want are the tusks having no use for the body.
So in the plains the majestic elephant becomes part of the earth,
And just as disgusting to me are the despicable trophy hunters.
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April 8, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Senseless Slaughter
Copyright Protected, ID 16-776-069-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Images That Make You Think,
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
A believer in God
killing babies fun fun fun
rape, well I blame all sides
Forgive
my hate
and ignorance
and silence when it maters
I have traveled no where
have no conscience
love those who disparage the weak
the weak are terrorist
the nerve of them to speak
I have no heart
a heart requires pumping blood
empathy is for other fools
no one cares
who drowns under Zionist floods
I have no voice
other than among peers
who love their rifles
more than they fear Gods cheer
My sword is a Tommyhawk
empty words and
backhanded slaps
if you hate I am yours
I am in good company
amongst all the silent ones
indifference is my medal of honour
I am America
I am none of the above
I have a heart