Bloodshed Poems

The World is Bleeding

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                                      The World is Bleeding

           

War is never the solution

Borders are lines drawn in dust,
but the wails of war ride the wind—
no map can contain a scream.
War does not choose a side;
it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest.
One body may bleed,
but the other's soul turns to ash.

From far behind velvet curtains
and polished screens,
war looks like a chessboard—
moves, strategy, gain.
But at the

Glory

Glory is hidden
once again
She had bidden
And created a din

Glory is there
Ahead of me
Horribly fair
Says I made her free

Glory is gone
But not dead like me
The veil has been drawn
I didn’t know to flee

Ah, but what does it matter
Glory lied to me
Yet she caused blood to splatter
Creating a Red Sea

She told me I was great
And so I

Show Me Your Justice

Lord, I know your love,
but show me Your justice.
I know the day will come
when probation is done,
and everyone will see
their eternal destiny
justice meted out in judgment reality...

I know, I know that day will come

But...what about now, Lord?
What about now?
What about the mothers who mourn
for their children war has torn
from their breast

What about now, Lord?
What about

The Rape of Lebanon

The month of August brings with it memories of the Beirut blast. Beirut is once again under attack. I wrote this poem as a tribute. 

The Rape of Lebanon

My darling, Lebanon, do not be fooled
What they feel for you is lust and not love
You're scented cedars and your hills, bejeweled
make you a piece of heaven

Evening Bloodshed

It was blood-red;
it should have been a pretty sunset
but it had a too open, too inflamed eye

It should have been spectacular,
yet that blood, it ran downwards,
it dripped into our own open eyes.

As we looked,
as we saw what the blood saw;
that silent voice of our hidden blood
cried out
like one wounded animal.

In a way it may have

Emotional Bloodshed

Always there, something that I dread;
Tired of emotional bloodshed;
Tightens and unravels the thread
inside my head, inside my head;

Keeping a serene habitat,
grabbing a close friend for a chat 
quick to lower your thermostat;
Imagine that, imagine that.

V-Day Poem

Seventy five years to the day
Where the country celebrated 
And memories were made. 

A day of happiness when the news
Came through, cos emotions were high
But feelings were blue. 

Soliders lost friends, comrades they
Called family, our country remembers 
The sacrifice that they went through, 
the fear, and unhappiness. 

So has the Soliders came home, crowd's 
Lined

Bloodshed In Kashmir

The blood that flows everywhere
It can also pass through your house
Holly with the fresh blood of little bones
Can also be played at your home
Whom these bloody beasts are squeezing
That skin may also be of your mother or sister
If you don't throw water on neighbor's fire
That fire can also visit your home
Awakened authors with sorrow and

Bloodshed

lone bugle laments
their bloodshed and sacrifice
ne’er forget their feat



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Bloodshed

BLOODSHED
HIS BLACK LIFE ON CANVAS
HIS BLACK LIFE ON PAPER
PAINTED BLACK AND RED
8
I TRIED HARD NOT TO LET
THE RED LIFE’S BLOOD SPILL
OFF THE CANVAS
8
I WANTED
TO PUT IT BACK IN HIS BODY
AND MAKE HIM WHOLE AGAIN
8
TRY TO RECONNECT WHAT WAS
LOST FOR HIS BRIEF TIME HERE
8
SO MUCH BLOOD SHED HIS LIFE
GONE GONE TOO SOON
8
WANT TO HEAL ALL HIS

Visions, Tears and Bloodshed

It gives me no pleasure to speak of blessings
when my country men lie.. where they were
struck by the enemy.. that enemy of mine..
who mocks my peoples progress and vision..

The enemy spied my vision and progress
so he sent his minions to wreck havoc..
spread terror in the motherland.. Kenya
i speak of tears for its a bitter cup..

The

Brutal Bloodshed

Remembering the time of fragrance
Now everywhere spread is gloom
Vision is blur, nothing in vein
Flames are set by those insane...

Kids swayed under canopy's light
Their noise was sweet and sound
Now still is all let it move someday
As all has turned to burnt hay...

Every drop of tears are saved
For children to gratify their thirst
Suppressed are the uproar of

Bloodshed

This cold wretched war was too much for our waking nightmare to even compare, compare to the horrid bloodshed that ran deep into the ground as our men and women of this nation fell, fell too hard for our weak knees and diminished hopes to ever see such a light in our future that would

Bloodshed In Myanmar

The sky is red by the blood being shed
The conscience of civilized world asleep
Where in the world is humanity being lead
Here is a corpse there is a throat cut deep

Vultures are feasting, dogs devouring
Devils dancing, angels clamoring
Monsters feasting, demons dancing
Guns tottering, weapons wielding

Is Muslim blood thinner?
Easy to be shed without remorse
Palestine, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kashmir and

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