How much my heart breaks for you
A victim straight out of the womb
Life dealt you a horrendous hand
One of abuse and doom
A little boy abused from two years old
Rejected …. given to another
Brutalised , lied to, blamed
A life of abuse you continued to suffer
Now an older man
Soft hearted and kind
Suffering badly from PTSD
A fragile, troubled mind
Alone with your beloved dog
Surrounded by your hoard
Doing the best you can
Damaged at the hands of the untoward
I am glad you call me your friend
We laugh and chat for hours
Though l am shocked and saddened by your life story
At the hands of despicable evil cowards
Categories:
brutalised, abuse, anger, friend, sad,
Form: Rhyme
If you could read my mind
Kindly give me a helping hand
For I have lost the power of speech
But I beseech of you my friend
Do not take advantage of my situation
To unleash mental terror on a soul
Already brutalised to submission
Please do not read my mind wrongly
If you could read my mind
You would see that my heart is bleeding
From anger and frustration
Choking the very life out of me
If you could read my mind
You would see shame and frustration
Tearing my heart apart
As my father land has lost all decency
Preferring to celebrate lies and larceny
Categories:
brutalised, abuse, anger, angst, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
a child is snatched
life forms brutalised
earth is a dark realm
where all of us dwell
feeling fear overwhelm
within the dark abyss
when all hope seems lost
our eyes turn heavenward
but it may be preferable
if they first turn inward
law of cause and effect
inevitably comes into play
but for now we weep tears
bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
paralysed by our worst fears
Categories:
brutalised, dark, evil, war,
Form: Rhyme
Were is the conscience of the world
The world should rise
And embrace peace
We are tired of dying
We are tired of oppression
We are not giving up our land
We are ready to defend our
Our dignity
It does not matter
How tired we get
Our freedom is our goal
And I call on the world
To set us free
Were is the conscience of the world
UK left European Union
With out no blood shed
So was cesko Slovakia too
Now called Czech Republic
Why can't Biafra be shame
Why must my people die
Just to be free
Why must the young be brutalised
On daily bases
Just because they stood their ground
Why can't they leave us alone
Why can't we separate with out
Been ignored to death
So I call on the world
There is a silent genocide
Going on in East Nigeria
Is obvious but ignored
by the higher rankees
It clear but unknown
Will the world keep watching
Us die for nothing
How long will the world
Keep watching genocide like a movie
Were is the conscience of the world
Categories:
brutalised, africa, community, confusion, deep,
Form: Epic
Since my birth I was wondering
Who is the important man on earth
Yes, a mother is an important person on earth
But she is not a man.
Which role should I play on earth for me to labelled as an important man on earth
Neither Doctor Nor Teacher
Neither Bus Driver Nor Engineer.
Place soldier on number one.
It is a big NO to all forms of job until I met a man who dance a sound of gun shoot whilst the rest escape it.
That's an Important Man
A man who never turn his back to hurting events.
A man who sacrifices his face to be brutalised until enemy gives its last breath.
A man who guard his promised land jealously.
A man who prefer to loose his own life for the benefit of the world.
A man who has civilians at heart.
A man with unbelievable endurance to everything hard to conquer.
A man who fights for the the world's happiness.
No man in this world easily accept an idea of leaving his family and loved ones to stand at the battle front for the benefit of the whole word.
No important man than a Soldier.
Long live Soldiers world over,
You are the first class citizens of this World.
Respect to the Soldiers World Over!!
Categories:
brutalised, caregiving, dedication, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Blank verse
Landscapes of brutalised wilderness where trees stood
No amount of greed should ever see such destruction of wood
We have to resolve to live a life of nurture not simply of destruction
Categories:
brutalised, earth, tree,
Form: Sijo
Red,
Brown,
Gunned down,
A manchine ceased to be
Oxidised
Realised
Brutalised
Catharsis empathised
Our fate it seemed to be
Hopeful
Fruitless
Helpfull
Useless
Your minds bent eye sees me
I lie here shunned
Yearning
Turned
To dust as you do sleep
But one man sees me
Joyful
Insightful
Ecstatic for my bones
Use is deemed
Beyond whats seemed
From rusted parts and skin
Inside what counts
Is what amounts
To what comes from within
Categories:
brutalised, beauty, mental illness, old,
Form: I do not know?
A howling gale is roaring through,
Southwesterly, she grew and grew.
From balmy airs and clear blue skies,
She gathered herself for our demise.
Overnight she gathered her tremendous force,
and channelled herself on her headlong course.
There's no escape from her raging whine,
as she howls and screams up our coastline.
Ships heave - to in the lee of the land,
while birds hide deep in the timberland.
They know there's little they can do,
until she blows herself out and passes through.
Meanwhile trees crack with horrendous noise,
the torn off limbs are brutalised.
They fill the streets and cause distress,
hampering motorists in their progress.
Tomorrow she'll be gone, like another bad dream,
leaving heads to shake, as folk start to clean.
Reflecting how it could be worse,
their optimism not quite dispersed.
Categories:
brutalised, autumn, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A fellow named
Timothy Terna,
was killed by a
brutalised hyena.
When went him a
forest,
to pray at a high
crest,
for God to send
down bunch of
manna.
Categories:
brutalised, humor
Form: Limerick
(letters to my presido-elect): i
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
1960 as father sang
was her year unlucky
who dwelt
on many a natural grant
with sons great
that beheaded must
lie in tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days
and now mend
your brutalised
your kwashiokored
your maimed
your exiled
for
good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Categories:
brutalised, dedication
Form: I do not know?
Therein he lives, in amber seas,
in suds and carbonation, curled
in silent hibernation, waiting
an evil, patient wait, for lips
and gullet set him free.
Unleashed, his promise activates,
in stealthy infiltration spreads
his bleak indoctrination, stalking
an evil, patient stalk, in veins
and nerves inebriate.
Surprise, surprise, it's me again,
with morbid fascination, violence
breeding desolation, beating
an evil, patient beat with demon
fists that feast on pain.
Herein she lies, as bruises swell,
tears bled in desperation, crying
for some sweet salvation, praying
a ragged, haggard prayer for
deliverance from his hell.
Inside she knows, has realised
that this black incarceration is
a brutalised vocation, knowing
as how he may never be
glass demon exorcised.
Categories:
brutalised, angst, people, sad, prayer,
Form: I do not know?