hate knows no limits
Boston or Beirut Bombings
innocent ones die
in Paris or Pakistan
innocent ones die
Baghdad or Berlin
Lives should have the same value
innocent ones die
innocent ones die
religion or politics~~~
the world is no longer safe
innocent ones die
say a prayer for all
terror plays no favorites
innocent ones die
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.
Now I look back to think….
Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.
Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.
I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.
Reading the terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!
As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.
To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.
Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.
I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?
I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.
Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”
Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.
Copyright © RIMA ANIL.NAIK | Year Posted 2008
Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!
Eyes of the orphan cat was flaming on the corridor.
Waiting for the light in the window
Dark vision comes down into my eyes by cycle-weariness
Down from one circle to another circle in time-blindness
Who stands here, the Islamic old man!
History of terrorism was carved on his burnt body
He wants to say something!
A white-complexioned Christian young man stands into the neighbor circle,
White-skinned history was printed on his blood-stained body
He wants to know something!
A dark-colored Hindu boy stands into the third circle,
History of third world is awakened on his envenomed body
He wants a little smile!
The old man, young man and boy are coming forward from the circles
Great distance... Near ...in front the room...
Who are you? No reply
They disappear into the tuberose equipped black and white photo of my father
Dad is smiling, I am senseless!
Tears are dropping from the eyes of our cat on the corridor.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
A Progressive Shadow
A series of real challenges and troubling world events
In our twenty-first century give us a definite reason and
An urgency to pause and reflect on mankind’s situation.
Our world today—more than at any other time in the past,
Is faced with an uncertainty and a palpable anxiety that is
Pervading on the world stage for all of us to sense and see.
These challenges and situational-events are so daunting and
Form a “progressive shadow” engulfing the soul of mankind.
They cry out now for collective action to find real solutions.
Our technological advances are indeed impressive for sure,
But our stewardship of our planet is lacking, a true tragedy,
As the World Climate edges closer toward a vast cataclysm.
Our political leaders choose to bury their heads in the sand.
Now is the time we must to face down all of these problems,
As Mother Nature herself cries out warnings to our deaf ears.
The classical scourges: Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, and War
Are still with us today as they have been from the very start.
They accentuate mankind’s great shame for all of us to see!
Atrocities, Famine, Refugees, and Terrorism add their lot
To this growing list along with Nuclear Proliferation and
Political Mendacity for Personal Gain—with no end in sight!
Reasonable answers and solutions abound to these enigmata,
And people are in strife and rightfully want something better;
Yet the oft-noted solution is the “Head-in-the-Sand Syndrome.”
Despite any true faith in God, mankind must be self-reliant,
As a distant deity plays tough love with the bad decisions of
His “Divine Creation” as we all stumble along without a clue.
This creates fear, frustration, and anxiety that multiply readily,
Making potential solutions and decisions even harder to do.
There can never be easy answers under these circumstances!
The tasks facing mankind are many and Sisyphean for sure;
Yet we must have the courage to face them down as we seek
Realistic accountability from our politicians and big business.
Meanwhile God is watching and Mother Nature is waiting . . .
For mankind to do the right thing and to step up to the plate;
For the “Collective We” hold the keys to make these changes.
Can we do it? Will we do it? Can we rectify our inhumanity?
Can our nation-states serve the people and not themselves?
Can we not all realize that we’re in this tragic mess together?
Tin-eared dictators and fools will gladly tell us all differently.
The temptation to take the easy way out is always there for us.
But are we prepared to inherit this wind and reap its vengeance?
Meanwhile we continue on our present tortuous path oblivious
To the realities facing us squarely down every minute of the day.
In a mythical sense—perhaps we wait for Jotunheim to save us?
Eventually all the sand in “Earth’s Hourglass” will run out and
Our gig will be up, and all of us will be forced to pay the Piper!
Are we not better than this? Let us hope we can find the courage!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 29, 2015
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.
Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.
Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.
Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.
Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )
Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu
An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits
They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They had Trudeau promise all and yet nothing at all
They had the press, polluting just as the rest
The grandest of caviar conferences
Performing Eco terrorism in front of your very eyes
You all applaud when in fact you should all cry
They will tax you until you die
As you breathe the fumes of their failures
They are the magicians of false hope
Singing to the masses of global complacency
I will not dance or sing
This clown as left the ring
The carbon you all hate keeps seeping in
The cows and goats feel is no sin !
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
I feel the challenge.
Can I change the past?
Only the good Lord knows,
but I can try hard.
And what can one do
to achieve such a mammoth
enterprise? Don’t you know.
Only one thing suffice, an impossibility.
I pray that I might be given a chance.
Time creates a vortex
and into the past I am sent.
I shudder at the sights.
All evil lay behind me,
Murders, massacres, mayhem,
terrorism, turbulence, strife,
diseases, ugly like plagues,
still born babes, Lyme Disease*,
infections, dermatitis, blindness
and so much more, so much more.
Until I come to my destination.
The garden is decorated
with myriads of beautiful trees,
flowers spread their fragrance
enticing all sorts of flying insects,
but no one can be seen.
On the hill are two stately trees.
No one is to touch the tree
of knowledge of good and evil.
But why? Such lovely fruit
resembling sweet olives.
I reach up and began to eat.
A vortex of angry wind rises up.
And I am back where I was.
It is far best to think of the future,
for the past cannot be changed.
*unable to walk.
29 July 2016
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
the young zealot rips his foe
limb from bloody limb. . .
From his parents’ TV drones
more talk of terrorism.
in their own worlds -
thrilling for the kill. . .
can they learn compassion?
kids playing games
like “Modern Warfare”. . .
how can violence stop?
A tanka with questionku chasers
for Yasmin Khan's Video Games Played Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Peer pressure of the worst no matter who they are
They can be a boy or girl that they believe to become martyr's
Strapped to these young souls, is something they just don't understand
Yet the cowards who persuade them to miss, becoming a woman or a man
What, where, why or when, does this quest justify it's means
For it arises in the warped depraved, in twisted confused dreams
For in this book that they all crave about, this they cannot do
It's against their religion to request the suicide of you
For all their Cleric's whom they are, they sit and witness so
Not one has ever spoken out, to stop this exploding blow
Why is this I ask myself, for they fear the bullet of a gun
Because it's easier to suppress their young, terrorism has again begun
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
Panicked people pour into the streets pushing past each other; they’re powerless
Against the awful atrocity unleashed by unknown armed assailants.
Normalcy has fled; so many in the debris are left lying dead!
Disarray, destruction, distress and doom! On screens around the world we see
Escapees emerging wounded from rubble. From everywhere, we keep watching
Madness made manifest by malcontents in the mountains of mutilated bodies.
Obscene and odious terrorism, now overflowing in the land -
Never before in my own lifetime has nefariousness felt so omnipresent, nor
Immoral acts so incessant and innumerable!
Ugly and ubiquitous, these evil deeds could be humanity’s undoing.
More noble souls are needed, else we become *All Devil’s Land!
Aug, 1, 2016 for John Hamilton's Pandemonium Poetry Contest
Oops, I had a typo on last line; hope I caught it in time!!
*All Devil’s land is the literal translation of Pandemonium
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007
Strange this all falls on deaf ears
a mockery of justice twist whichever way you wish
people killed in a hospital act of terror yes or no
Where those blind cannot ever see
the gospel truth an act of terrorism
Countries are invaded including their treasuries
Arms seized they go on the black market
sold to terrorists to create revolutions
Forgive me if I am wrong
Executions some aired
as snuff videos on line
tortures aired on television
extreme violence showing
shows demonic practices to me
This world knows its all to do with energy
invading countries that has been mapped out
for years by past leaders from their mouths spoke the truth
relating to their soul's identity in words
Building a pipeline
costs the lives of many innocent civilians
rapes on a daily basic tortures and worse
Greed you seem to like stirring the cauldron
with your hate filled tactics aimed at people's ideas
Destabilising this world all the time claiming its for peace
Control is your domain climbing a ladder you seek power
as now the beast inside desires to be number one
Egypt is where this dynasty began
then the Roman empire
followed by Hitler from facts I read
history repeats itself once more
reaching above the clouds living and dying
struck down by a weapon
used in battle once before choice
Lets be straight in all this
countless people are dying
each and every single day
God be merciful
Stop killing the innocence of this planet
acceptance of guilt a must
I read cluster bombs are being used
a banned weapon
why are the terrorists selling these weapons
not put on trial by this so called security council
Also the road to Damascus enriched warheads
poisonous to the soil a chemical weapon
Imagine the irony of it all pot calling the kettle black
World bullies are at the centre of all this stage
elite fascists governing rule is exposed
titles gained from stealing rape torture
murder in those that cry to heaven for his mercy
Its a list as long as your arm cut short
The devil has taken reign in most peoples hearts
beating drums of our Saviour's grace
holds strong immaculate heart
No one can ever argue with the truth
because in the end it will shine the brightest light
I am right winged and stand against world tyranny
also injustices as for years a person suffered
at them hands himself
the scar in my soul will find its peace
at the gate of two truth's we all know the answer
If we seek knowledge into the riddle of the spinkx still stands
where sulphur lies a vision is strong proof
when the head is not buried in the sand
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
if you support this copy and paste to your page, you have my permission.
problem by problem 1x1
your going to solve them.
scared straight, the television show holding your children hostage on television
that is more illigal than torture in america
they are 55 years old and sending 12 year olds to a place they wouldnt want to be.
would the closest adjacent state starting with a letter closest to A
please stand up
those are your people
in your country
in need of your aid.
send half the police force in a time span of three days
to assist your neighbors kill the people terrorising children
go to wall mart, buy a gun if you have to
show up in record numbers with your information straight
and shoot every single one of them involved in that war crime
then go home
when your there, lie about where your from, your name, etcetera
drive over there, kill them, go home and laugh...
there is also a problem in alberta
calgary and edmonton alberta
they have denied torture victoms amnesty
would british columbia please stand up
send half of your police over to help in a time span of three days
dont ask, just show up.
thats not canada, that is not canadian, that is not allowed
put it on the news
this is what they did, this is what they didnt do
these are the explanations of people who can explain themselves
and this is what we are going to do about it....
now would saskatchewan please stand up
when british columbia begins to go home, you will send in a third of your police in a period of four days.
get your information right on the news as it goes, dont do it underground all sneaky
do it right in their face with a huge thats not how i run my ship
then your coming to alberta and you are going to murder the police and doctors
involved in the torture and terrorism of myself
that took place over the past 17 years
please check out my youtube page http://www.youtube.com/troynelson2011
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2012
The world in turmoil
Darkness covers man's soul
Agony's reign established
Depression is leaving its mark
Societies are crying for help
From one corner of earth to the other
None is there a helping hand to offer
One wonders what the solution is
To bring the world a ray of hope
To reestablish order
For people to live free
As they ought to be
Happy and gay
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
27 July 2016
*Yesterday an eighty-six-year-old priest was decapitated inside his church
in Normandy, France by two terrorists.
I dedicate this Etheree to his memory. God help us all to find a way to live in peace! RIP noble priest!
Double Etheree: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016
Yet another incident has happened today
When will these terrorists go away
Manchester this time at a concert
Some taken to early some really hurt
Thier war now affecting the general public
These people are just really sick
To target young children having fun
Your sick and something will be done
You will not scare us of British decent
Your cowardly acts you must repent
We will hunt you down and take you in
A six foot cell your life will begin
Prayers go to all those that were there
Great British people show that you care
For those that have lost I shed a tear
Defeat this terrorism show no fear
Stay alert and watch each others backs
We can beat these cowardly attacks
Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2017
Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
A brisk ride with a little known uncle,
to a gathering of loved ones, reunited,
quickly turns to a journey of hell.
Torn away from her home,
she is subjected to a horrifying
world of depravity and terrorism.
On a country backroad,
with no one to witness,
her chastity is torn away,
along with ripped clothing and flesh.
Struggling for freedom, fighting for breath,
she strains against their hands.
They violate her tiny body with their own.
She screams and cries out for "Momma."
The tears flood her tiny eyes.
With no one to save her,
this nightmare is real.
Each movement brings forth more pain,
seeping to her very core.
She endures the ghastly assault
from the demented couple, she does survive.
Back on the road, with drugs prevailing
the truck comes to a violent stop.
She runs to her earthbound savior
with wings of denim and an old red truck.
He rescues what is left of her angelic being,
kept safe until the enforcers present.
She now battles, not for her life, but her mind.
The outer scars will fade with time,
but his face and voice will haunt her
and live in her nightmares from now on.
Copyright © linda smith | Year Posted 2006
While all they who are aware of your massive surveillance machine,
are covering their TV, lap top or whatever screens,
for that little bit of god given privacy,
yours truly has still been not only still doing things openly,
for all those devices with cameras and microphones hidden so cleverly
now owned by everybody,
especially now that I know that the NSA is monitoring me.
I'm still living this life pretending to have privacy.
I know that through these devices in my home, Big Brother IS Watching Me.
Now that I've joined over one million naturally born American citizens,
suspected possibly of possibly being possibly suspected of terrorism.
NSA, here is what you have to look forward to from yours truly.
I'm gonna be as grossest, as a grossest suspected terrorist can possibly be.
I'm not even going to mention what these gross acts are presently,
some readers reading this might be in the middle of having something to eat,
but NSA, this I say to all of you very truthfully,
you can look forward to My Gross Show performances 24/7, indefinitely.
and if one day I begin to gain any kind of popularity,
and you release any of that footage in any attempt to smear campaign me,
you are going to have to explain to the people how you got all of this on me,
with your ever growing larger still worldwide massive surveillance machine.
I look forward to entertaining all of my new pals and gals every night and day,
at the good old U S A's NSA.
Oh yes, NSA?
One other thing I forgot to say,
You'll all be so happy to know that my show won't have any commercial breaks.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2017
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:
Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.
He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.
After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.
In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.
Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.
He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.
Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.
On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.
Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.
His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.
In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.
On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:
‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.
Tell my people that I love them.
They must continue the fight.’
Mahlangu died for a cause!
The Struggle Continues…
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © 2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm
Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
on both sides who lived and died
An American story
a clash for glory
Whose glory in this land?
that native man?
he was already here
and faced a new fear
for him, who stands and cheer?
Another who didn't ask to come
whipped and chained by some
Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate
This time it was nine
who will it be next time?
Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
left many of our Americans alone and frighten
Oppression and terrorism aren't new
it has always been started by a few-
from murder to rape
hardly any one escape
Now, America's Old Glory flies
standing guard over those cries
Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
by creating the Klan, they tried
to destroy peace while others were denied
"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
if our Armed Forces fight for me and you
So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
with a flag that embraces segregation
It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
or their Klan will continue to march in mass
The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might
"We The People" under this Banner, are one
from numerous wars hard fought, and won
Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015
TO END ALL TERRORISM
The world is in mourning,
because of terrorists
But the world will fight back -
and stop them in their tracks.
I don't know what morbid
pleasure they get - in
causing so much hell,
We should all live together,
and in peace we all will
All around is carnage -
bodies are everywhere -
All lives have been shattered -
the terrorists don't care.
Mass loss of life - and such
great pain, it is like hell-on-
Why can't the terrorists all
repent - and create a glorious
Streets marked with blood
as bodies do lay still,
The eerie silence engulfs
the air - like an evil chill.
The sky is cloudy the sun
The moon is also trembling -
trying to hide its fears.
I ask my God in heaven - why
this has to happen,I never got
an answer - perhaps it is
What has gone so badly wrong,
and why all this hate?
Can't we all live in peace -
and love we can all create.
Mankind is the enemy - but it
need not be this way,
A magic of love and peace -
we can all create today.
Islamic States, please hear
Please stop all this killing -
and I'll invite you all for tea!
Killings solves nothing - it
creates more terrible hatred.
Let us all pray together as
prayer and peace is sacred.
The world can all hold hands,
and laugh, cry and sleep.
Tomorrow is a whole new
day - friendship we can keep.
Please, let's stop all this
killing - life is just too short.
You could all come to Blackpool
Town - a fabulous seaside
All the world should live in
peace - and all the hatred be
Even the night-time stars
agree - their twinkling is to
Oh, God, in heaven, we pray
to you - to send us all some
Or, do we need to send you
a letter - in a 'peace-sealed'
Please end this misery, and
all this heartache, and banish
all terrorism for ever.
And grant us all a special
wish - to live and love
One day in the future the
killing shall all cease.
God made this possible -
because the terrorists all
To end all this misery and
eradicate all evil - and bring
happiness to all.
Including all terrorism -
and life will then enthrall.
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016
THE DAY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY CRIED
It was September eleventh two thousand one
A day the entire world was stunned
Two unopposed aircraft entered New York City
Leaving a trail of death without pity
Like missiles they hit the renowned Twin Towers
Reducing them to rubble in a matter of hours
The pilots who flew them had a mission to follow
Choosing to die just to please allah
They cared not a whit for the lives of others
They sought the praise of their Islamic brothers
At the cost of thousands of American lives
Their loyalty to allah became their prize
The revenge of American lives is yet unended
For fear that someone may be offended
The question is asked, what would we gain
While the blight on America still remains
Now ISIS has reared its ugly head
And two American journalists are dead
So acts of terrorism can't be denied
It began when the Statue of Liberty cried
12 September 2014
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2014
This is a hate Crime Rhyme
Opposing all of he or she who passed a veto
I will slam everyone in the House of Representatives
Away with the “HATE CRIME” law
Global Politicians waste our time
A race on who gets down dirty and raw
Crying we are all equal under the same law
I plead the fifth, if you care
All you posers are so unfair
You give me more time because you do not like my hair
You crazy politics say "stop doing that!"
Opening the eye's for us to perceive life very offensively
Piling up this world with your bull crap!
Once again, hating is all I see
I have a low tolerance for politicians on TV
Law and order makes me shout
Every law article in the news
Is about a politician giving out a poor interview
Boo who on who's attacking or threatening who
All you polluters do is boast
Hey, you politicians all of you I loath
The more government spreads protection
How I hate the ones who abuse the situation
All you polluters create a bigger "Hate Crime."
Passing out particular laws igniting more intimidation
Tired of trying to live up to your expectation
I am giving you my perception
Viewing all your sour reputations
Always debating and telling us what to do
There is nothing brave about you
You think you are doing what is best for us
You cowards do not understand where we are coming from
Instead of embracing us, you continue to lose our trust
All of today's politics, are nothing compared to yesterday’s trick
Age, race, notational origin, the list goes on and on
A conflict in our free society
Gender, religion, to disability
In this, I see no promotion in opportunity
All you perpetrators are inflicting,
Damage to our physical and emotional unity
All you so called leaders take a stand
Offer us something we really need to understand
Polluting all of Gods nations
With your "censored" label that this is your political land
You lunatics want us to consider all sides
Pretending to be friendly to cover our hides
Put a sock in your hypocritical politicians fool
Bomb the heck out of them __
For use terrorism as their # 1 tool
We got what it takes to send our enemy to oblivion
You Oxy morons, the government you do not know how to run!
For all this hate is just a silly sound
Politicians you are just a swift in a nuke frown
Do not come and put your stupid signs on my ground
HATE IS HOW YOU POLITICS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND and ROUND!
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
The invasion of privacy…
Is an assault on personal life
A public display
Of a private retreat
The invasion of privacy…
Is an intrusion on a closed conscience
A public magnification
Of a secluded soul
The invasion of privacy…
Is a foray into isolated territory
A public attack
On a silent psyche
The invasion of privacy…
Is the terrorism of individual emotion!
Copyright © Alister Renaux | Year Posted 2009