civilian
thoughts and washed plates possibly?
that you own my country or an answer
of assembly and ranks i am unfile-able
above too cream, too polished for beams
an irish american from ireland
and i was saying
this is how we created allow you to learn
i a loud and happy
by bellows and bass
the inordinate coordinate reflex
of my speech is war confronted you, when
yes i am a military measure writer
that describes the universe you inhabit
i am under no obligation to the allegiance you die from
nor is description legal from me to you to use
only as a legitimate means not to condescend
how much power i wield
my influence over earth's fertile blanding
while time came about you all failed us.
we sought to instruct yet the civil war is you
i am general assembly, good day
plagiarism is attempting to earmark theft of my treasury notes
I am a civilian at war
I do not know how to hold a gun at all
I hope to return home a warrior
I am a civilian at war
facing giants and the world
I hope you hold my hand when I stretch it for help
I am a civilian at war
My feet are swollen and my stomach as well
I hope you feed me when I won’t be able to lift my hand
I am a civilian at war
My uniform has rugs
I hope you dress me when you see me naked
I am civilian at war
Confused by man’s religions
I hope you guide me if you see me my friend
I am a civilian at war
My riffle has run out of bullets
I hope you recharge mine if have some in excess
I am woman
alone in a labour room
I hope you come to my rescue if you hear my voice
I am a man
Depressed
I hope you talk to me when you see me drowning
I am girl child
sexually Assaulted
I hope you protect me next time you see me alone
I am a young person
Caught stealing and swindling my loved ones
I hope you employ me next time you read my resume
Civilian casualty
All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped
if there is will seek peace, which there is not
the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more.
How many non-combatants are killed in this
Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know
but the number of dead seems relatively small
when so much has been bombed to destruction.
It appears to me that weekly, more
Palestinians are killed by the so-called IDF than
Ukrainian civilians.
But this toll is met with silence since Israel has
been sanctified by Brussels by no other than
Ursula von der Leyen in her horrible speech
absolving Israel of any guilt.
But what else are they expect from this corporate
Fascism the EU has become.
The war crimes in Ukraine
Is a monstrosity
It's the devil at work
The piper must be paid
A despot gone berserk
The war crimes in Ukraine
Is far beyond the pale
What was Putin thinking?
He miscalculated
Troops he deployed, shrinking
The war crimes in Ukraine
Is watched the world over
It's hard to look away
Dead bodies on the ground;
Soon they'll start to decay
The war crimes in Ukraine
Can be called genocide
Awful truth came to light,
Absolutely shocking
Russia will lose this fight
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Death
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 04/06/2022
The Civilian Plants
Mansur Aziz
To the offices they go, the civilian plants,
Wearing suits and pants and ties.
The lifts carry them to the room air-conditioned
And their time becomes naughty with the
Venetian blinds.
Illicit love grasps them-
And the office they change after the transfer order.
Home they come if the bill is belated
Their bodies they bask in the sun
Or with the stars they gossip all night.
The civilian plants sometimes stick to the jam.
Enjoying the CL and PL they attend the office
Only to devour the touch of the corporate girls.
The office PC becomes the stage of songs
Where light like a white cat instigates the civilian ease.
Once the light is off
The black cats occupy the offices-
The civilian plants cry in fear
In search of a pure motherly love.
And then the night like the blank monitor passes
With the pray for a slice of sun through the window.
Translated by Prottoy Hamid
Cloaked in a Civil War Cape
Swaggered the fierce
And fearless and cavalier shape:
Proud Ambrose Bierce.
Editor, author and wit,
Bierce had the zest
And courage and cunning to fit
Well in the West.
Then when his days dwindled lean,
Bierce rode away;
Old Mexico swallowed him clean,
Gulping her prey.
Cynics like him are the last
Men to seek fame,
So bitterness out of the past
Still dims his name.
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