Eradicated Poems

Youths

If you want a better country, invest in the youth!
How'd they?
They're covered with flesh of greed.
They will satisfy.

If you want drugs to be eradicated, Stop allowing it in the country. 
How'd they?
They too will have to be drugged before they notice they're killing the youth.

Read, Read as my pen bleeds.
I won't stop penning what I'm seeing that troubles my spirit.
With my words like arrow I'll fight and set things right.

Blossom Monyei the Author.

The Beauty of a Magnolia - POTD

The magnolia almost whispers to me.
Let the stream pass by me, nourishing 
Food that comes from the sweet current.
That flows from hills down to my cottage.

There are many quant cottages around,
All decorated with climbing green plants,
I love them all, ivies, clematis, vines, and more.
But I am in love with the magnolia tree.

She blooms in late Spring, silently full of fragrance
Night or day it is a splendour of pure delight.
Alas the bloom will fade, as all things must, 
But beauty is not eradicated easily.
 
Its petals remind me of days long gone,  
Of laughter echoing through the garden air.  
Now I sit beneath its shade alone,  
Yet feel embraced by fragrance that once spread.

Chains for the Weak

If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If you have a gun and I have nothing,
what you hold isn't just a weapon — it's my life.
The concepts of law, rules, and morality
only hold meaning when they are based on equality.
The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks,
truth goes silent.
And when power speaks,
even money takes three steps back.
Those who create the rules
are often the first to break them.
Rules are chains for the weak,
tools for the strong.
In this world, anything good must be eradicated,
because goodness breeds defiance, and defiance threatens order.
There is no mercy.
There is no justice.
There is only the will to dominate,
and the silence of those who fall.
Truth is whatever I decide it to be.
Morality is the weapon of the defeated.
And in the end, everything bends… or it breaks.

Turned Out Trimeric

I started flirting with fire,
so intoxicated by incense.
This heart’s hell on wheels, 
these shoes demand I dance. 

So intoxicated by incense,
breath snuffed and passed.
Eradicated with your graze.

This heart’s hell on wheels,
receiving that standing ovation.
A core memory for my mantle.            

These shoes demand I dance,
succumb to bared emotion.
My body and soul turned out.

the illusion

The illusion 

In a small park ringed by gloomy trees near where the factories used to be, was the bust of a man on a splint 
made of bronze, a mesen, she liked to use words like 
that in a desperate world of poverty, tinned sardines
 in olive oil and mackerel in tomato sauce
The Mesen who owned the factories had created this 
park for his workers, where they could sit and relax on Saturday afternoons. 
The whole day on Sundays, otherwise the park shuts 
during weekdays; that made sense, one could not have workers there on days of work
A  boy climbed the fence and drowned in a dam of algae
The park, among damp factory walls, was eradicated.
The foul-smelling factories disappeared as well; the time 
had changed, people could buy cheaper tinned stuff from Portugal  
When pockets of oil deep under the North Sea
 A country was suddenly rich, and people built modern housing where the factories stood.
No one in a town like ours talks about the good old days.

Old Hags

Afraid of Moslems
because they protest
while 2000ibs bombs killing babies
signed by American politicians
angry they say?
ya would you not be?
your family slaughtered?
how many millions has USA killed? at
weddings
funerals
concerts
civilians just trying to survive
Trump and his old hag supporters
should be rotting in a prison
USA is no more a country
its a disease
until eradicated no one is free

Where is Dr Fauci when we need him?

Woe

Wishing
Overwhelm be
Eradicated

The discovery of insulin- a lease of life for people with Type 1 diabetes

Was it Banting and Best,
Collip and McLeod’s feat ?
Whose efforts bore fruits,
And  ‘Insulin’ was discovered.
Or was it the Compassionate Creator.
Who really Sorted out the pancreatic mystery,
And Granted man the sense,
To perfect the pancreatic extract, 
That was injected to people with diabetes,
Safely and successfully !
A new era dawned in the history of medicine.
Many hopeless souls,
Got relieved and cheerful.
On being Gifted Insulin,
The  “lifeline” so much awaited before.
Since that landmark discovery,
Diabetes has witnessed many more breakthroughs.
Each one a lesson, to the faltering human.
Not to despair and to carry on the struggle,
Despite upheavals and failures.
And never to loose the trust on our ‘True Benefector’.
We should always strive keeping us upright,
And keep words and deeds like a mirror.
Kindling the dreary paths for others, 
And rescuing fondering hearts, from deep waters .
Ahead, Medicine has many more challenges.
Diabetes also needs more plunges,
Into the oceans of research and practice.
As in 1921, the insulin got invented.
May one day, “Diabetes” get eradicated.

Ill Fated and Eradicated

start out sedated
when it had been ill fated
eradicated

Identity Crisis

Escapism
Not possible 
Now, and half a 
Lifetime over. 

Your hauntings 
Cannot be eradicated 
Until I get what
I want. 

Eyes brown, 
Watered down. 
As you continue
to hide from me. 

Tail between
your legs, something
I've seen before. 

Mirroring you
is a misguided
priority until 
I release you. 

I refuse to 
Undo this knot
And your tongue 
tied and twisted

I continue this
futile quest
for restoration.

a Sunday morning

A Sunday morning

The mist has hushed the city
just as well yesterday, was sunlit 
warm and noisy 

The world is balancing on the edge
of nuclear war
tomorrow might be the ending

Is the coming catastrophe normal
unstoppable 
a new beginning for the survivors

I look around familiar my room
like it should be the last good bye
I took my contentment for granted 

This shall end, memories eradicated
future scientists might find 
traces of a past and write books



The beauty of our world cannot 
be explained 
we took it all and left nothing

name calling

Name-calling
We who live in the west 
do not see Israel as a colonial power
the last one in the Middle East
As many colonialists before Israel
this unlawful occupation will end
and when the dust settles, a new 
the state will appear we can do business 
with and hold song contests 
Israel is the last gasp of this white
colonial mentality
So far, more than forty thousand 
Palestinians killed in this miasma
of evil intent, but no one calls 
Israel is a terrorist state that must
be eradicated
While Hamas, who fight for a free
Middle East, are dragged to the
the mud of vehemence and called 
Terrorists!
without Hamas, the Gaza would
still, be the biggest concentration
since Buchenwald

Peter

Denied again, again, again
My God, my king, my hope, my friend
To think that I could ever mend
My shame, my pride, my lies.

To deadly hills they take Him now
A crown of thorns upon His brow
The King of Kings, but no one bows
I’m absent when he dies.

In bitter tears they said I waited
True—if sorely understated 
So my soul falls desecrated 
Curse my horrid deeds

Hours pass and days elapse
Spirit gone, my lungs collapse
I’ve fallen victim to the traps
In thinking of my needs

Then I am called, I follow John
I look and find the stone is gone
And only linen lingers on
To dare the war is won?

I see Him. I am awed. Elated
Doubt undone, eradicated
But, in shame, I wait for hatred
From God’s only Son

With all the courage I possess
I turn my eyes, on Him they rest
My heart is kicking at my chest
I know I’ve failed the trials. 

Tension mounts, and there’s a pause
I’ve broken all His love, His laws
So He should not forgive my flaws
He looks at me and smiles.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

treatment commences
cancer eradicated
we remain hopeful

the bell’s rung three times
radiotherapy done
life begins again

live for the moment
we are never complacent
cancer may return

cherish your loved ones
embrace life, it’s all too short
cancer is a thief!

The Roles of Education

Wrongdoing such as cheating, lying, bullying ...
Prohibited strictly and used often as warnings 
This fact relieved me, and left me a feeling 
Any of  which will be no longer our problem

It took me a long march of experience to tell
Those  tricky things can indeed achieve winners
Alike the rich, well-known, and high officials
Needing to stand upon other's behaving finer

This assimilated human education with health care
Though they alleviate badness as mutual effect 
Neither education eradicated human misbehaviors 
Nor health care eliminates diseases as a fact

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