Ethnic Cleansing Poems - Poems about Ethnic Cleansing

This horrendous Cambodian war-time story, Ends with Cambodian glory, Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times, It is one of the best movies ever and all so true, These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran In the face of horrific adversity Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe, Yet together, help and document about a hovering Communist strategy. The Vietnam war at...

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Death to all the angels, Death in the crying sky. The eyes of hungry babies probe us. They plead with us in abject terror. In ghettoized Gaza, No mother and child will sleep, Bombed as they weep, They are the fish in a barrel. This is collective punishment Of all the guilty infants. All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed, They will be purged in reprisal. The...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems (I) These are poems about World War II and the Holocaust, which is also called the Shoah in Hebrew. Epitaph for a Child of the Holocaust by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Frail Envelope of...

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Starting from Scratch with Ol’ Scratch by Michael R. Burch Love, with a small, fatalistic sigh went to the ovens. Please don’t bother to cry. You could have saved her, but you were all tied up complaining about the Jews to Reichmeister Grupp. Scratch that. You were born after World War II. You had something more important to do: while the children of...

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Cleansings by Michael R. Burch Walk here among the walking specters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts believe that God is good, and never mind the Urn. A lentil and a bean might plump their skin with mothers’ bounteous, soft-dimpled fat (and call it “health”), might quickly build again the muscles of dead menfolk. Dream, like...

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We are all humans Irrespective of race And religion...

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It doesn’t matter what my faith is. It doesn’t matter what my caste is. It doesn’t matter what my complexion is. It doesn’t matter where I live. Above all I am a human That should be taken into account. The wise saying: United we stand Divided we fall Is ignored By so many people! O the angry mob Please don’t go for ethnic cleansing Please don’t shed...

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****appalled wicked intoxication! Tonight we are having a big evening Brunch for the lot of them! They are expecting to expect The unexpected.....muuuuy! What shall we serve..... And how do we split the bounty... ------ The curator exclaims, we are having Grey-PUPON And Corn Bread..... ------ A happy customer ask! Where is the...

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Someone tell me where we are not all that close, not all that far Marching feet and distant drums but I can't see where they come from.. Baby Soldier with angry eyes filling empty space with hate for fat old men made fat on lies it's not your fault..........it's just your fate Baby soldier Slaughter in the market place You heard their cries, you saw...

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The native Americans disappear from view. Ekphrasis lanterne after Crow Camp at Wyola by Joseph Henry Sharp...

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