Out in the street a couple in embrace
made a lurid scene in the marketplace.
The shoppers gathered to shout
“your love we don’t ever doubt,
but get a room to shun public disgrace”.
Don't know what to say.
Of the world today.
The price we must eventually pay.
The need to prove ones might.
Who is even right.
Death from a far
Still leaves a scar.
Sheds a tear.
Huddled in fear.
The children cry.
Without knowing why.
Death falls from the sky.
So sad.
Sorry about your dad.
War is hell.
Just ring that bell.
Humanity....
Plain insanity ....
Why do you kill each other off.
At people's pain you scoff.
We are all part of the human race.
No disgrace.
...To let love rule...
Be the tool.
Spread the word.
Sometimes.
Writing my rhymes.
Thinking my voice is never heard.
Blind to the written word.
I try.
But still the children cry.
And die.
I feel their pain.
Leaves such a stain.
Breaks my heart
Lives torn apart
Don't know no why
But still I cry
Their faces ‘don’t fit’
So we can’t put it on the news
- we don’t want to upset the likes
Of Benjamin Netanyahu
What will we tell our children ?
How many blind eyes will the world turn?
The world just stood and watched
As Gaza was bombed , flattened and burned
Sleep soundly Netanyahu
Tucked up in your comfy bed
But soon the Palestinian deaths you caused
Will wreak havoc in your head
May the sounds of thousands of screaming , dying children
Play constantly in your ears
May the souls of all you have killed
Act out on all your fears
As our governments conspires
to protect this war criminal
The rest of the world will take action
And condemn him to eternal hell
While the oceans are churning
The world above is slowly burning
Flags of freedom have turned white
Giving up before they even fight
At the expense of the American dream
We've sold our future for an American meme
They don't care about me, nor you, nor us
As they round us up to get on the bus
Our children are full of cancer
And mothers beg for answers
So offer prayers to a do nothing God
Standing before the firing squad
But it sure is great we're no longer woke
As the American dollar tanks and we're broke
The world has descended into insanity
By a leader trapped in vanity
Some fight to be free
While others inexplicably fail to see
We sell friends to dictators
To become the world's traitors
And don't you dare hide your face
From the Great American Disgrace
Flags of freedom have turned white
Damned by cowards who can't fight
You hide in dark places masks covering your face
intimidating innocent people you are a disgrace.
People scared to walk past slow or look at your masked face
you think that its funny but you are a disgrace.
When daylight comes you vanish without a trace
but your back when its dark you are a disgrace.
Taking drugs and drinking in your hiding place
thinking that your cool but you are a disgrace.
Your parents to scared of you to put you in your place
ashamed of you because you are a disgrace.
when you are questioned you will lie and laugh in their face
you have no respect you don't care you are a disgrace.
you are just animals an insult to the human race
the only way to describe you is a human disgrace.
It's always at dawn
It's always in the shadows
That the criminals rob
The innocent as well as the guilty
It's deep in the dark night
That we forget on the table
The suppers of the werewolves in disguise
And the unarmed gendarmes
For the carnival, for the feast
When blood turns to wine
Where we imitate the wedding feast of Canaan
Oh! Poor, we see the wicked pass by
And the assassins under the bridges
Who flee and flow like rascals
Oh! Poor, he's dead
The dead, are they always wrong
At dawn?
What a disgrace
For the month of October
Oh! Tis the season when we change our robe
Oh! Poor, he's dead
The dead, are they always wrong?
P.S. Translation of ‘ Toujours À L'Aube' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Elder's wrinkles--antique lace,
Taking selfies is a disgrace,
We're the sperm who won the race,
Staying positive is a grace,
Now put a smile on your face!
A real disgrace to the sacred season,
Could someone give me a reason?
Why is all I see eggs in pastel?
Baskets, candy, bunnies, as well.
Jesus made the biggest important choice.
We are to pray, give thanks, rejoice!
Yes, candy and fun are okay,
But I think we've all been led astray...
'Easter' Contest
Regina McIntosh
Written 4/10/22
The disgrace
So, it is coming to an end
and the lesson that will not be learned is this:
the occupied people will not love the occupier.
The army of the Kabul government is melting away
the soldiers know. they will even if they won
a battle or two, lose, the Taliban are the people
Of the Pashtun are as strong as hemp.
The west has to live with the knowledge of having lost and work out what can be done.
The women might be the biggest losers
if the Taliban rulers, chose to follow their strict interpretation of the religion,
one hopes not.
So many ruined countries come to mind
Everything the west touches in the east is degraded
to dust, death and rusty weaponry.
We, the human race
have been breeding, with to much pace
as our planet, is in such a disgrace
and now we have, real mud on our face
We think, that we can eat money
but we destroy, the bees that make honey
and take down forests, that make life sunny
for the greed of money, sending all life down the dunny
Shurvi
Shurvi was still an infant
Who knew nothing about her sin,
For being born a girl child
She was the cause of her parents' chagrin.
People turned their faces away
Relatives poke fun at them
A girl was born, not a boy
Oh! What a disgrace, such a shame.
As the time passed by,
Shurvi learned to walk on her feet
Joined the school amidst the lads
With a determination as hard as concrete.
Shurvi has turned twenty by now,
She must go and conquer her dream
Chose the army against all odds
Something for which she was keen.
Served her best in the military
Earned the noble badge of honour
A moment of pride for her parents
As loads of blessings showered upon her.
Here comes our valiant little Shurvi
Cheers the crowd and the clan
Standing tall in her army uniform
She proves herself no less than a Man.
I am not paralyzed by rampant consternation
We knew the character and behavior
Of Donald J. Trump when we elected him
To be the forty-fifth president of our nation.
What is the point of feigning surprise --
Or expecting the leopard to change its spots?
During the entire 2020 presidential campaign
The facts stood grimly before our watchful eyes.
Our country is dealing with a difficult crisis, while
Obstinacy and obstruction reigns in the Oval Office.
But, everyone knows the final outcome is clear
The Delawarean won the presidency by a country mile.
Despite all the posturing, rhetoric, and pretense
With sycophantic antics from the administration,
On January 20, 2021, at the noonday inauguration
Joseph R. Biden will be our forty-sixth president.
Unfortunately for him, Citizen Trump’s disgrace
[Being turned out in utter humiliation]
Will be finding himself without a positive legacy
While lurching about trying to save face.
Alone inside a darkened room.
Silently, I await my doom.
My heart-beat echoes in my brain.
Slowly driving me insane.
I hear another sound approach.
Foot-steps coming very close.
A man in black appears nearby.
“Now is the time, are you ready to die?”
He stares at me, his face set grim.
He bends with the shackles and locks my feet in.
We leave the cell, my very last vow.
More guards follow as we walk down the aisle.
At the end of the hall, we enter the place.
Which holds the method of my final disgrace.
The guillotine and basket, I can’t bare to see.
So, I lower my eyes as the guards lead me.
One tells me to kneel, and I reply with “yes.”
“Son, I have come to let you confess.”
“Father,” I whisper, “God knows my sins.
This is where they now must end.”
The priest looks grieved, but takes my hand.
“May God have mercy on this young man.”
I see the people, just a little afraid.
I hear the noise as the blade is raised.
The blade comes down with an angry zip.
I feel the cold as my neck is ripped.
Then the drop of my head into the baskets hole.
And the core of my body releases my soul.
Written: November 11, 1998
Gun Violence A National Disgrace
Gun violence has become a national disgrace;
It could be here, there and all over the place,
Plant seed,
To impede,
And we must come to gripes with and will face.
Jim Horn
Old men who say grace
with hate
disgrace
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