Brutalized Poems

Christian moral compass

If you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the American Indian,
and you don't want it to be taught how America brutalized the enslaved black,
don't talk to me about your Christian moral compass,
because a Christian moral compass is something that you lack.

Realities Cruelest Lesson

Stuck in an abyss of emotions
That nobody else can compare
The way that life presents itself
Is furthest from the truth
But I numb myself
To not care
Lies after lies
Off the tongue
They leak
So sweet
Meanwhile it's my heart
That get brutalized
By a loyalty
That none can see.
Times reveals the cruelest lesson
The outcome
Of sow and reap
Heaven only knows the answer
So in my heart
I keep closed
In my heart
I sit and weep

Drowning and Smiling

Drowning and smiling
Rough life 
Hopes dead
Who knows tommorow
Yet today isn't better 
Hungry Belly 
Tired body 
Still hard laboured for just one dollar
The shortest biography of shame
And a never ending stories 
Of the thirds world civilization

We deserve better
We need no more 
Suffering and smiling
The world should rise together
Not apart 

Drowning and smiling
Hungry yet smiling
Intimidated yet laughing
Robbed yet happy 
Jailed yet thankful
Brutalized yet courageous
Killed yet faithful
Manipulated yet religious
Isolated yet uniting 
Drowning yet smiling
The shortest biography of 
the thirds world civilization

We deserve better
We need no more 
Suffering and smiling
The world should rise together
Not apart

The Worse Is Over

I have been up and down the valley 
I have been honored and dishonored 
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment 
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly 
Isolation was constant companion 
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity 
I was object of mockery and disdain 
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society  as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection 
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious 
For I have conquered all my adversaries 
The worse is over

Resistance

In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a bolted statue.

No marching down
streets like remote controlled
mannequins, 
chanting soulful mantras
with rugged voices.
-That births no change.

We envision a brutalized mule
refusing to sip
at the stream
because it knows
to live is to die
and we become.

To a Chick

Slips or mistakes may be pardoned, your faults have to be chastised.
When the time comes, people’s butchers should not ever look surprised.
Our General* fought for thousands of martyrs in Syria
And Iraq, so his blood equals them, this should be realized.

Eye for eye? Only one has to be cut up? His murderers,
All, everywhere on earth, shall be before the world’s eyes capsized.
Do not whine! No one pities you. Countless thousands you murdered.
Their defendant, our General, you savagely terrorized.

One who eats melon should face up the ensuing shakes and chill.
You’ve made your bed, now lie in it. It’s all you yourselves devised.
It’s Newton’s third law of motion† which you can call ‘tit for tat’.
You’ve murdered the destroyer of the ISIS 'you' organized.

We’re merciless to men’s butchers! You have to be vaporized.
You won’t be left to be alive, you by blood so brutalized.
1.16.2022


To Jake Sullivan, the US National Security Advisor to Joe Biden, who defends these prostitutes
* General Soleimani
† Action and Reaction

No comments, please!

Fives Are Not the Same

Most fives are excited by everything
They skip and sing and dance
They twirl and whirl down the hallway
These are fives who feel loved and revered

Fives who have had rough, tough lives often walk a different pathway
Some of these fives have lost their joy; they do not play.
They are angry at life, they despise the twirlers.
Hurt and sad, dancers and singers irritate them.

When a five is a bully, hitting and hurting other students,
We teachers suspect that we know how they live
Fives who are delighted by singing and dancing
Have no idea why they are being brutalized

We cannot fix a five’s home situation.
Ninety-nine percent of the hotlines are dismissed.
We can only love and revere them while they are here.
Teaching them skills they may need to survive their life.

Double Standard

Political poems, political belief.
Either one side or the other.
War rages on with no relief.
Do we have to attack another?

A double standard applies,
in regards to political views.
When did beliefs, become lies?
What happened to the right to choose?

Our past president, brutalized everyday.
His supporters were maligned.
Don't attack the current president that way.
You may find yourself reassigned.

One party accuses the other party,
of corruption and misdeeds.
Their agenda thought dirty,
for the contempt it  breeds.

Who is right, who is wrong?
We don't know, just think we do.
Our opinions can be strong,
but consider another's point of view.

Expressing what you believe in,
is what poetry is all about.
Not an avenue to begin,
using verse to scream and shout.

Crushed

beaten and broken
bruised and battered
brutalized and bare
bandaged and braised
bashed and butchered 
bold and brave
Anguished

Slayed and silenced
slaughtered and seduced
strong-armed to surrender
squeezed and squashed
bleeding hearts

clad in elephant vestment
with an eternal spirit,
pugnacious  against
the system from the walls of prison,
sentenced for a crime they didn’t commit
cogently grilling them to submit.
They have hearts of a lion,
Giving their own for a million
That is what it takes for freedom
To be in our hands.

Pretend Not That You Love Me

THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love me
While you profess to kill a harmless  fly
With a sledge hammer;
And wickedly weld koboko 
without bathing an eyelid

LOVE:
Love is love;
I never said love is blind
If love is blind,
There won't be love burn or heartache

THE MANY:
We can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love us
Our knuckles are grey from knocking,
Our heels bruised, brutalized from seeking
And our voices hoarse from asking
While you wickedly weld koboko

LOVE:
Love is love;
I never said love is blind
If love is blind,
There won't be love burn or heartache

THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not that you love me
Your eyes do not stimulate love;
Your eyes project hate, disdain
Your lips do not speak the language of love,
They are full of curses
Your heart has no milk of human kindness
It only knows how to weld the koboko

LOVE:
Love is love,
I never said love is blind
There won't be love burn or heartache
If love is blind...

THE MANY:
I can see beneath your veil....
Pretend not....

Part of Me

Part of me 
Like a spark
I was sparked by life 
Cos in it I was abused
Brutalized suffered
Cried and bleed
So now I read the 
Plsams of my soul
Cos from life experience it's a
Part of me 

Part of me 
I was moved by the 
Feeling 
I wear when I become brave
Cos with fear in life 
My destination will 
Always be behind
The clock 
So I save my time 
Instead to waste it
In fear of life 
This fear I don't need to be a 
Part of me

Part of me 
Play me the songs
Of freedom
And I will raise from 
The den of death 
Where darkness is the 
Only force of life 
Where nature is 
Turn artificial
Cos life is the other
Way around in this era
Of destruction 
I let my life be a light 
To the world 
And truly this is a 
Part of me

In My Minds Eye

In my mind's contorted eye
My heart laments for our generation
And generations to come
In my mind's disgruntled eye,
I see squalor and poverty in Sudan
I see disaster, hunger,
Consuming, scavenging, rampaging
The bowels of our land
My heart weeps for the oppressed,
Displaced, and brutalized
In my mind's injured eye
I see the ruins of Bosnia
And the bloodbath in Grosny 
Yesterday was Somalia, today Afghanistan 
We all are engulfed in a bitter, unending race
In my mind's tired, confused eye
I see resigned, helpless faces
Of a saturated generation
Waiting hopelessly for the final 
Chiming of the clock

Truth

PRAYER OF TRUTH
The truth is clear.
like a sunny day!
The lie is dark.
like deep cave ...
He who in truth lives,
does not walk through obstacles,
but floats through debris ...
He who in lies lives
walks trampled by heels of lead
Truth is translucent
like a brilliant crystal!
lie is amorphous matter
rooted and brutalized
in the well of iniquity!
He who speaks in truth,
enchants forests and animals,
sings nature and universe!
The one who by remedy
use the truth, found
the perennial panacea:
has life at his feet ...
has death at his mercy.

Jesus Made the Worst Sacrifice

Jesus' birth was novel
All about Him was divine 
He preached the gospel 
For the world to be safe

On the Cross, He was nailed 
With a thief, He was crucified 
Like a thief, He was brutalized 
Committed no sin but punished 

On it, he died 
In His own blood 
Till the third day 
And resurrected 

Through him millions know God 
With His name yokes get broken 
He had made the worst sacrifice
His resurrection calls for celebration 

Jesus neither milked His followers 
Nor deposited tithe in private accounts 
Owed no personal estates or cathedral
Let's lead, love and live like the Christ

Peace Is a Dream

Praying for peace, I ask for God's blessing,
for Man's need has never been as pressing.
Inhumanity is on the increase;
I ask for God's blessing, praying for peace.

Devastated by war, cities crumble,
treading on bodies, the injured stumble.
People are forced to do things they abhor;
cities crumble, devastated by war.

Brutalized and starved, the women are raped;
their men were killed fighting; no one escaped.
As newly gained territories get carved,
the women are raped, brutalized, and starved.

Children die, mutilated, and abused
when military tensions aren't diffused.
There are no morels when the bullets fly,
mutilated and abused, children die.

Peace is a dream; war is reality,
politicians deal in hyperbole.
Deflated egos mute a silent scream,
war is reality; peace is a dream.

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