Conscientious Poems - Poems about Conscientious

Oh my god, what have we done Just gone and killed, your only son Even worse, tortured him to death Jeering whilst he gasped for breath In realisation, we’re overwhelmed Certain now, to be all condemned His only crime, was none at all And we the people, made this call We had a choice, Barabbas freed Crucify our...

Continue reading...

In my hands, I hold a list What to do, where to do it, when to do it Everything I want to accomplish Written before me in organized text Check off the next item Add another two items for every one completed When will it end? Can I schedule when it will end? Pained by my own desires to be organized In a...

Continue reading...

The President of America should be very concerned about the dreadful death toll that is growing under his mismanagemment of the Pandemic If the deaths continue at the rate that they are going doesn't he understand that he is ruining his chance of winning the coming election in November because THERE WILL NOT BE ANYONE LEFT TO VOTE...

Continue reading...

silken mist drooping in gay epileptic stance serving its grace trickling drips moistening sans odds damped earth puking per draws lofty pressure trudging both atheistical alliance paddling the boat tormentous torrent tracing gores on the wielded waves, sans war hoisted horizon mending winter's call stance sequoia sucking spanks alchemistic breeze bonding lance ushering the former into tainted trance calling cherub watched bidings slip pulled the curtains and went...

Continue reading...

Don't let me hurt with these two helping hands again A lot of reasons Satan gives us. We say, "Don't worry, God forgives us!" But what excuse could I give Christ to hit humans? Don't let me run to war with comrades, boots and gun I'm not saying it's not right or that there's not a righteous fight I can't...

Continue reading...

Simple makes one able, complex makes one futile....

Continue reading...

Conumdrum 1 Conscientious Objectors ...

Continue reading...

There was a nice lady inspired from haedes, And there wasn’t any ifs, ands, buts or maybes, She liked to think she was nice, But those thoughts couldn’t suffice, as she voted for the right to kill God’s babies....

Continue reading...

Born a hellraiser, and lived that way For the better part of his days Til riding back home, one stormy night Struck by lightning, he kneels and he prays Now he was torn, about who he was And he didn't know what he should do To kill, he knew, was definitly wrong But the army kept telling him to He goes off to...

Continue reading...