Blood Bath Poems - Poems about Blood Bath

Fifty one m1 Abrams tanks.' Australian donated it would Break a small bank' to cause more misery..While many Live in tents.' War and destruction, and madcap bents.? Young Australians denied an army job.' Why were they First obtslained.? Must have cost some bobs." Why not Employ them as temporaty accomodations.' Thats how Dire things are in our nation.' I never thought...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate a graceful gel, gently thickened, so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound, has begun… in sensitive silences, the shadows echo the fear, felt by a heart who knows the starkness, the darkness, will never drive out the hurt, despite the silhouettes, tempting, timid whispers of what it means to mend the broken, the...

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Chicago Bears are Raven mad But Lions roar that's just too bad With Rittenhouse free To shoot you and me Belfry Bats are cheering for Vlad* * Vlad the Impaler aka Count Dracula Kenosha is only 65-miles from Chicago, the NRA's Shooting Gallery ...

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Last night I poured some memories into a glass They didn’t fill it, not at all The bottle was almost empty When I started pouring Someone else’s history I sipped, gulped, finished it I always drink too quickly When I like the taste Such a stupid thing to do It makes me drunk too fast The empty glass looked sad It was my own fault In...

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it was a coup, they planned it all along. but they never knew who was getting hit, they set curfews for the masses. don't care if they spoil a date. they boost of what they have while you put them there, you help them up and now who cares. so it was a coup, so you had a plan,...

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CRISES IN THE DESERT written in the effect of religious crisis in Nigeria Our heart received the message And tensions well-positioned themselves in the sky. Heads sought refuge at army barracks; A world of agony was about to loom Who cursed that Friday noon? When the serpent’s deceit erected citadel Of hatred in peoples heart The same blood in different capillaries Rebelling against each other's...

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I feel the loss tonight That Glory Absent That Wordsworth was always mourning No more, I guess Than the day I realized Cruelty I just feel the loss tonight In an inner landscape of Void Not so much the sorrow As I look up into the night sky Two Black Pools Gateways, Reflections Guard In a red moon and silver dusted leaves And a sigh, If Wordsworth were here...

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