In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
God, I hate him.
I hate that i trusted him again, like my heart
Forgot what my mind already knew.
I hate how i was so blinded, mistaking
Empty promises for something that could
Finally last.
I hate how he made betrayal look so casual
Like breaking me was just another ordinary day.
I hate how he looked at me in the eyes and lied
Without shaking, while i loved him with
Every single ounce of love I had left.
With every ounce of trust
I had left.
I hate wondering what she had that i didnt
I hate the nights i convinced myself i just
Needed to try harder.
Most of all, i hate how he made me believe
It wasn't enough.
But maybe, I was never the one who wasn't
Enough.
Maybe the truth is, I gave my whole heart to
Someone who never knew how to hold.
Cruelty mirrors the times we live in
from the homeless family
to the hungry children
the vibrant disrespect of others
spewed from the lips of loathing
and the dark heart of the self-righteous
as they wallow in a stench of emptiness
where they loudly cry out their contempt
dirtied by the spiritual weakness of their heart
where they lay burning in the flames of hate
The Vindictive Con-Artistry Of
The Warmth Of Conviction.
What A Slow And
Penetrating Loneliness.
Isolated In
Wishless Retribution.
Helplessness
Exploited.
Representing.
Unique.
Wordlessness.
Sympathy's Conspiring Pride...
...arama.
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
melancholic tidings—
optimism asystolic, now
fool’s paradise.
laconism stentorian
saline fluid agglomerating
“malignant” obfuscates,
formulates black stars.
fluttering, clouting
against ghostly pale tile.
aesculapian screams
circumnavigate weak cerebrum,
foxtrotting endlessly,
cold-blooded mockery.
serene bedrest
sinking linen counterpane.
morphing, suffocating
anaemic stature,
tasting like metal.
thrashing abnormal growth
actuate tunnels unending
i feel it.
i feel everything.
head encumbrance,
vessels strangulated,
blue skin a horror.
needle-punctured, scanned.
inhuman study. a specimen,
neglected medical non-priority.
fragile. no mind.
deteriorating. weaker.
sick. morningly.
please. help. ignored.
stained. vomit. pale.
monitor accelerating.
oxygen. chemotherapy.
please. help. me.
i. am. human.
bottom. medical. food. chain.
neglect. oxygen. oxygen.
oxygen. oxygen.
need. medicine.
nurses.
loud.
sonorous.
ringing.
light.
hunger. thirst. taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
taste. smell. vision. touch. hearing.
vision. touch. hearing.
touch. hearing.
dont. go.
hearing.
loud.
asystole.
You sing a hollow song
that reeks of putrid drain
you retch and twist
and I can't for once blame.
You are made of sundried tears
sunken eyes
and you are broken in many ways
The sky stays blue
but is porous with piercing rays
the ocean is wild and wails like
a madman almost every day.
We have torn her apart really...
into a million shreds that can never be pieced.
Golden skyline burns,
ambition dressed as virtue —
dead smiles sharpened thin.
Compassion becomes rumor;
even kindness costs too much.
God will punish you
Don't dump her
Being poor is a scar
And she doesn't mind
To stand by you
Bro, you must not be so unkind
Satan will bring no clue
You may wonder
If nothing is special to plunder
Leaving her behind
Who stood by great virtue
Or the one by prosperity bind
Lie at dilemma
To stage a cruelty
And tag it a drama
Caused by perplexity
But you know within
Who won your heart without bargaining
Spring is around the corner
Pretty soon
There will be no more ice and werewolves in the streets
Gone will be all types of fire power and terror
Gone will be the bullies, the thugs and the creeps
In the nick of time, when the soil is hot and steamy
All the goons, bandits and henchmen will be gone
Disappeared and dysfunctional like a dirty
And rusty gun
I cannot wait, I cannot wait
No more executions, tears, chaos and hate.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I saw them hanging
Strung up and dead
Empty,just bones
And black feathers.
Hung as a warning
Cruelly exposed
Headless and hollow
I walked among them
And set them free
Wishing them peace
I had to untie them
I let them rest
I gave them dignity
If I was watched
I hope they understand
I never hurt them
Bones and black feathers
So sad to see
And so I walked on
Raw fury embellishes the soul,
Of a cold cruel world
They watch black burn -
Not a stomach churned
Evil is too kind a word,
For the mentally disturbed
Countless black lives suffer -
All in the name of projection
The hate they feel is the hate we receive
No amount of explanation could fathom any reason
Yet they claim it is, we, that deserves treason
Our skin classified as a crime against humanity
The real crime - their uninhibited savagery
Freedom cost nothing,
Yet they market it as a luxury
Only the white man is afforded
We aren’t even afforded the right to be seen as,
Treated as -
Human
Even the oxygen we breathe is a sparsity
Stealing the air we breathe becomes their favourite hobby,
They treat our lungs like it’s their property
And yet somehow they’ve convinced the world that we are the enemy
I think I'm enlightened when darkness is my friend
I hold myself accountable when retreating is the trend
I pray for the needy so i can curse them on a whem
I pay my enemies debts so i can abandon them in the end
I'll show mercy just to be vindictive
I'll stand on my walls to have a chance to be elusive
I'll lose consciousness so i can look intuitive
And I'll always ask how much i can take so i know what not to give
To this day
Their words still haunt me
I’ll never forget
The duplicity of their friendship
As little by little they tore me apart
The people I trusted were the people I shouldn’t
I was just a little kid
Surrounded by the cruelty of the world
I didn’t understand the worth of my soul
Now time has run out
I’m broken and scarred
I’ll never forget
I’m a three-dimensional being
created by the shadows of their pain
Their words were false
But to me they rang true
I’ll never forget
The tears that I cried
I’ll never forget
How my spirit died
O, cruel Time...thou silent thief of breath,
Whose fingers trace the fragile veil of death;
Thou weav’st the hours in threads of grey,
Till love itself doth pale away.
Thou tak’st our laughter, sweet and brief,
And turn’st it into dust and grief;
Thou swallow’st faces, soft and fair,
Till none recall what once was there.
The heart’s confessions, still unspoke,
Lie buried deep where echoes choke;
The tender glance, the trembling vow,
All perish...none remember how.
Yet in thy wake, though all decays,
Some fire endures through mortal haze;
For words once breathed with soul’s intent
Outlast the frame that Time hath bent.
So love whilst hearts are yet entwined,
Lest silence chain thy speech confined;
Proclaim thy truth ere night unfold—
Time may erase me, but my words are told.
And thou...hast thine been told?
They laughed out loud, for being fat. Turned myself into a thin bat, yet they laughed.
They screamed in my face for being ugly. I didn't know, they would still scream when i'm pretty.
They called me lazy, when, was Silently struggling with my mind.
After all of this, they asked me "Why did you change"?
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