Best Terrorists Poems
The creation of Zionists
brothers of destruction
they kiss and hold hands
extremists who fell in love
with the each other
depravity their brand
one and the same
dead babies be damned
When the oppressed
after thousands of white shrouds
mourning their losses
they still rush to save their
pets
The devil boils in his darkness
evil will never win
To UN gathering in Newyork, 2005.
(This Poem is dedicated to Dalit human rights
Caste violence: Wednesday, August 31, 2005 (Gohana):
60 Dalit houses burnt down in Gohana, Haryana, India.)
Do you know why matters are pending?
Is nobody has interest to touch them?
Actually a person deals with a matter,
Why does he need it for a benefit?
Who cares about justice?
Thousands files are hiding cases,
They demand to proceed for justice,
Are the concerned people not aware it?
Terrorism is high spotted agenda today,
Poor Dalits are suffering over the centuries,
Their human rights and a terrorising class,
Is still a hiding case as benefit seekers deal?
Are they made options only for Muslims?
They feel their activities are terrorising,
But when they shall feel about Hindu terrorists,
Who burns Dalits houses and rapes them.
Today world’s unanimously adopting,
Why is it on terrorism only for Muslims?
Who shall speak for Dalit human rights?
Why is world blind for Hindu terrorists?
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R APING FREEDOM
R UINING THE LIVES OF
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I NNOCENT PEOPLE
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Eric (and sometimes not)
*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*
Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children both near and far
Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are
How much courage does it take to mow down people with cars and trucks
How much courage does it take to be armed with all kinds of ammunition
like a sniper and shoot down cops like sitting ducks
How much courage does it take to shoot unsuspecting people in a show or school
To kill and brutalize with a heart of hate
To fly into buildings, blow up people having fun running in races is beyond cruel
Oh you say, it is for what I believe in, I have courage to take my own life
Or they deserve it, they hurt me, I am angry
They will pay with a gun, bomb, or knife
Cowards that is what terrorists are
Even an old woman could drive a truck through a crowd of people, shoot cops
Plant bombs in crowds and kill people near and far
Some say, my God wants to rid the world of infidels and heathens, then what is left
What is left? People like you who kill children who don't understand
Don't even know their place in the world yet
Cowards, not terrorists, not Martyrs
Cowards willing to kill babies, children, mothers and fathers
Cowards let us call them what they are
Cowards
What a surprise
is not those non whites
those of a different religion
or race
nor those from "Over there"
is you, yes you
Can you imagine in 1940 saying this?
You would be arrested, locked up, deported
In the United Satin of America guess what?
is 1940
And yes you are the terrorists
© Ben Burton 2-2-2015
The left contends that terrorists are really not Islamic
They're merely masquerading, maybe Christians in disguise
A peaceful man wrote the koran, the prophet named mohammad
While Christians idolize that vicious killer, Jesus Christ
Political correctness was the means by which they cowed us
They made us feel like bullies anytime we used our brawn
Our natural inclination to placate the ones who doubt us
Has led us to this place where we embrace what once was wrong
All muslims stand for peace and they police their members sternly
They make sure all their womenfolk are yoked, except their eyes
And once sharia law has been invoked in every country
The ones who watched it happen can't say squat, no hows or whys
obama must be muzzled or our troubles will continue
Too many so-called moderates won't keep his butt in line
If Carson/ West can somehow get to be on our next menu
We'll have a plan to catch and tan some Muslim terrorist hide
Why do certain people think they're special
When they look similar to millions of others
Why do certain people think they're special
When all they want to do is maim and smother
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they want something someone else has
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they thinks it's their right, just because!
Why do certain people think they're special
When a cloud in the sky is similar everywhere
Why do certain people think they're special
When rain is rain that these said clouds share
Why do certain people think they're special
What do they see when they awake in the morn
Why do certain people think they're special
What have they become since they were born
Why do certain people think they're special?
Bodies sought and found
In a ditch filled with blood
In shackles and chains bound.
In this crime of shame
Rebels killing in desperation
This is justice, they proclaim.
These terrorist will not lead
They are blood-bought unworthy
Country leaders taking heed.
Terrorists in Paris
What they talked about and were discussing
Were all the terrorists and how disgusting
Gunshots made in the form of rapid fire
Many injured and dying as they did expire.
Being blown up by an explosive device
Cost of lives were such a terrible price
Paid by those injured and who died
Somehow must be a changing of the tide.
God do keep these things from going on
And us much terror being thrust upon
God take control doing what must be done
Surely all of them allow us to kill everyone.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
So many terrorists are now across the earth
They want peace prosperity happiness and mirth
Their goal is good but path is wrong
In the misled group they belong
They commit sins in exchange of sins
They mislead even innocent teens
They want to become martyrs
But they become murderers
They kill guiltless ones in the name of holy war
On religion’s pretty face they are like a scar
1980 ONE OF MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ADULTERY AFFAIRS HE SHARED WITH GARGANO AND CORRUPT OFFICER EXCESSIVE FORCE MEXICAN DRUG CARTEL MANUFACTURING HARD DRUGS FOUR YEARS FIR STABBING FIVE PERSONS NEVER WILL I FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS CORRUPTION OR ORGANIZED CRIME MATTER IT SADDENS ME TO REALLY REALLY SEE THE CALIBER OF CRUELTY I'M BLESSED EVEN THOUGH DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ATTEMPTS TO MURDER ME TO MURDER MY DREAMS OF POETRY LEAVING MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND ALL OF HIS ADULTERY AFFAIRS RATHER MEXICAN JAMAICAN IT'S ALL THE SAME SEVERE HOME INVASIONS OBSESSED WITH MY GRANDFATHER SERVING IN ROME LIBERATING ITALY PROTECTING ST JOHN XXlll RATZINGER AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE DURING WW11 THE DEEP SADNESS DISRESPECT FOR HIS HONOR IN ROME TO BE MANIPULATED BY IDENTY THIEVES GANG LEADERS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HIRED TO SEND ME THREATS SIMPLY BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME THAT CIRO GARGANO MURDERED 9 PETSONS CHRISTMAS DAY 1984 EIGHT PERSONS PERISHED FINALLY 1998 VICTIM NINE THE BLESSINGS WAS THE FBI HIRED ME TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT TO GET GARGANO PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF TO SAVE MY KIDS LIFE HE AND MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SHARED THE SAME WOMEN MEXICO JAMAICAN FINALLY BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB I AM BLESSED MY HERITAGE THE BLOOD OF A SAINT THE BLOOD OF JESUS RIGHT NOW I'M NOT FEARING ANY MAN IT DOES SADDENS ME TO SEE GARGANO CONTROLLING ORGANIZED CRIME TO SEND ME THREATS TO BULLY I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT BE BROWN BUT I AM SOMEBODY I MIGHT HAVE WORN WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI BUT I AM SOMEBODY I AM SOMEBODY NO FEAR OF MEXICAN GANG LEADERS FROM CHICHIHAU DELICIA VENEZUELA GO STAB FIVE MORE PEOPLE I AM SOMEBODY ROME 1942 TO 1946 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH FAMILY ROME
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
As days become months
And months become years
Wickedness journeys from sector to sector
Permeating through the resilient borders
Of both the thick and the thin
Imagine an institution
Where people are only taught to read and write
And they wrote
And were tagged terrorists
What a set of terrorists
Who only fight with ink in a blank?
In a system where injustice prevails
And everybody stands at ease
How has injustice eaten the bread of the winner
Managerial lapses swept under the carpet without remorse
Irrational decisions reached without intuition
Yet hidden behind the closed doors of the senate
Who shall speak for the voiceless?
In a society where destinies no longer matter to so called leaders
The fate of the young being managed within the ambit of political gambling
And careers of future leaders being tossed like the dice of a coin
I cry in unknown tears
For the future is now a political propaganda
They are feared by most countries
So leaders do well to protect their boundaries
They are messengers of fire and arms
After every victory its time for jams
They are always on the looking
Out for the resourceful and opulent nation
Because that’s their main assert
When it comes to their next target
They always invade a countries affairs
And control it in blackmail pairs
Leaders who prove to be obstinate
Are likely to see their citizens desolate
It’s not easy to escape them right
Because they can be knocking on your door at any time
Because of their ravaging deeds
They render most rival countries in screams
One of their most effective wagons
Is the ever powerful nuclear weapon
That can wipe-out whole city like New York
Rendering it in total air block
It is sad to know that
They are able to accomplish these acts
Mostly in their agents countries domain
Because of some amount they will gain
That’s the secret that keeps them rocking all day
I guess if not eradicated they will continue to stay
So let’s be on the look out for their signals
Which they always use as a means of invading our countries portals
Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …