"Genocided genociders"
Look, the victims of holocaust
committing genocide
They bomb indiscriminately
the so-called open prison
With the embargo they imposed
they let civilians starving
There's no humanity in them
thus, i dub them subhumans *1
They have lost count on the dead
more than some sixty thousands
The former genocided ones
became genociders
Semites massacring semites
almost a fratricide
Behold the majestic zionism
in all of its greatest glory
The jews are now philistines
auschwitz is now gaza
Hitler is netanyahu
and nazis are now zionists
Americans, heroes of world war
are now israel's lackeys
A whole superpower
can't look them in the eye
SHAME on most evangelicals
they're anything but christians
But, this somehow has to end
one day they'll have to pay
It's not an "if", it is a "when"
have courage palestine.
(This poem is not a recent one)
Truth and Falsity
destiny’s twins
Living together
in virtue or sin
Credence once glorified
deceit left in flames
Redemption and virtue
the devil profanes
Verity trumps lies
by its very intent
Disclaiming its sibling
who still unrelents
Existence dependent
as prophecy deigns
In mutual exclusion
— like Abel to Cain
(Villanova University: November, 2025)
Take a knife to the strings that attach me
Pull out the bridge pins, strum me with drachmae
Maybe then I'd have some worth for you to allocate
Maybe your role in the end was the devil's advocate
A Satanist, not the blatantest
Flown under my radar, the blurb of my memoir
Where will you be when I windup a wreck
Wasting away, misstepping, forgetting, hanging from the cromlech
Wailing of sirens and the echo of 5150
Following the path painted by the whiskey
Always have been a pretty little liar
Introduction to an overanalyzer
Since when did you become so starry-eyed?
Mix my chemical bonds, manipulate me with aldehyde
The stars in your eyes, perhaps sourced from the countryside?
Deactivate my neuronal tracts, just a drop of cyanide
I never thought I'd be one to commit fratricide
Only something you could manage to make glorified
The brotherhood of man
When he came into the hall, his brother came down
the stairs, he had forgotten to buy milk
Outside, guns blasted his brother fragmented to
a hail of noise and blood on splattered asphalt.
The soldiers, in a killing mood, shot into the hall
he ran up to the third-floor flat where his sons sat
told them to flee to the roof of opposite buildings
They refused and had slingshots to defend themselves
he didn’t try to persuade the boys, undid a window
and jumped on the next roof as bullets of ill will
hissed past like angry wasps on an August afternoon.
The building he escaped to had once been a clinic
for those who hated their faces and wanted a change
This war had descended into brutal self-delusion
where the news shouted slogans of hatred, beating
People to mass hysteria, blindly killing anyone that
resembled the foe, not seeing the enemy was them
committing fratricide.
When the blood lust of ammo suppliers was sated
a nervous calm until a flash of light lit up the sky
there was no one left to tell why the war had started.
A month into the war, caught by the wheels of
disinformation war, I feel maimed and blinded
by the extraordinary news reels feeding my
immense sadness and grief.
How many more Ukrainians will suffer before the
month is over? Will their national treasures survive
the relentless onslaught?
We who suffer the torments of big power politics,
their cold and incandescent power, trapped by their morgue-like media,
defend and die for the truth, while the young conscripts
suffer their frostbites in a senseless fratricide war.
A new world disorder awaits in hellbound future,
where might makes right, and right and wrong is settled
in the battlefields' lecture halls.
The room was calm 'n dark inside,
Out in the woods was the fratricide,
But lying on the floor was the bride,
Covered by blood from side to side.
They were to get married in private,
But were attacked by a hired pirate,
Who sailed from Rome to Hakodate,
To "finish off" an enemy of the state.
A Major who had betrayed her nation,
By trading very important information,
To terrorist planning an assassination,
Which was to cause fear 'n aggression.
The bridegroom gazed at her in disbelief,
Wiped off his tears using a handkerchief,
Walked out of the dark room full of grief,
And headed to his home without his lief.
Homicide and genocide
Need punishments to be applied
And fratricide and suicide
Are awful – that can’t be denied.
But something else I can’t abide,
Although, in this case, no one died,
Cannot be what we take in stride –
A crime that’s known as verbicide.
Unlike insect- or herbicide,
Its perpetrators tend to hide
And, if confronted, they’d be snide;
Corrections down their backs would slide.
Some criminals are hanged or fried
But as for writers, here’s a guide –
To those engaged in verbicide,
May lots of tsking be supplied.
Freddy filched Frankie’s fav’rit fudge,
fearless Frankie flattened Freddy to the floor.
Father Fletcher fearing fratricide
fastened Frankie’s feet
firmly to the farmyard fence while friends
fixed Freddy’s fractious frame
fast to the family Ford.
December 8, 2020
contest: Alliteration
sponsor: Eve Roper
She used her temper to totally chide
Most of her countrymen on the hillside
Annoying some greatly
Especially lately
They may have to commit a fratricide
Dogs from fields afar
Persistent in a clamorous debate
The right to eat and mate
Decided by a gesture
Yet far and wide
Observing fratricide in man
The dogs behaving better than the masters
Learn us then observe the love
Within the dogs persistent domiciled
… then you decide who’s wild
Catholic churches were attacked in Sri Lanka
Many of our brothers and sisters were massacred
By
Fanaticism and ignorance
In
The name of their God
But
When would we understand that there is only one God,
And that is the God of love,
That we all are his children,
All embraced by Him the same,
None being loved less than the other,
None being put higher or lower than the other?
Those who committed this abominable crime,
Thinking they will be rewarded with a place in paradise,
They soon will find out that their miserable souls
Will be condemned to eternal damnation
For committing:
Patricide,
Matricide and
Fratricide!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 April 2019
* CNN: Sri Lanka blasts. At least 327 dead and more than 500 injured
in multiple church and hotel explosions.
R.I.P. our beloved parents, children, brothers and sisters.
Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.
Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.
Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Forces fight so ferociously,
fratricide set free on this field.
Forthright and filial feelings;
families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.
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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's "Contest No 515".
(1st Place)
I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
Walk up to a stranger and look 'em straight in the eye
Keep looking until the world fades away at your side
and you're here, now, unbounded by silly "time"
with your "selves", that construct you feel so deep inside
Wait...
Do you see race or just some atoms that somehow came alive?
No colors, these meat coated skeletons are just a ride
A bunch of moths mistaking the moon for a porch light
Merriam Webster should replace humankind with fratricide
Cause we've been at war with our brothers like it was implied
Steal your cone cells and literally rob you [color] blind
Then maybe, just maybe, we could all see "I" to "I"
The Gods must be crazy
Or they never lived
And those that depend on them to give
Blessings peace and life after death
Had better not be holding their breath
If They live They’ve given so much
The Inquisition Jihad and such
War after war after war after war
Priestly abuse the concept of sin
And so much more I don’t know where to begin
Survival of the fittest
The reign of elitist
Slavery poverty robbery atrocity
Homicide patricide fratricide genocide
It really truly is hard to decide
What the hell The Gods may have decried
Creating a species hell bent on suicide
There may be good hidden in the garbage
But still no reason or need to pay homage
We are not here for any good reason
Just an accident – physics high treason
Morality is not a command from on high
But rather necessity for us to get by
In this heaven or hell we call life here on earth
Something of value to give life worth birth
December 2015
Speak to me of true love
And I’ll show you a dog
Preach to me of wetlands
I’ll take you to a bog
Sing about sweet Christmas cheer
And we’ll read about suicide
Discourse on the sanctity of childhood
I’ll teach you of fratricide
Write poems on the joys of life
And I’ll listen to your lies
Rhapsodize on friendship
We’ll learn how friendship dies
Show me purple clouds at sunset
I’ll warn you of storms to come
Rave about the fires of hell
I’ll show you where I’m from
July 28, 2015
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