"Guerrillas"
Society's sins turned an extrovert into a hermit, cannot trust your neighbors everyone plotting on how to make a million,, selfishness is the new bingo!
I feel for the infants incubated inside the dragon's layer where an injection so lethal feels so legal yet a book is considered a hook so it is better avoided....
My swarthy skin got me trapped in the projects, streets and jail cells.
Why are we always the victim of circumstance?
Categories:
guerrillas, africa, america,
Form: Free verse
Politicians are lying,
Poor people are dying,
But our stocks keep on rising,
So we don’t care
The Arab Spring withers,
As ISIS guerrillas
Bomb Iraqi civilians,
But we don’t care
Fake elections are funded
By big money plundered
From the countries of others,
But we don’t care
Education is failing,
As jobs are sent sailing,
But big banks are prevailing,
So we don't care
We sell guns to Israelis,
Who kill Palestine babies,
To keep settlement "safety,"
But we don't care
Global warming is growing,
Yet oil fields are showing
No real signs of slowing,
But we don’t care
Politicians are lying,
Our democracy’s dying,
But there’s no use in trying,
When we simply don’t care.
Categories:
guerrillas, political, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Piercing Our Hearts
Countries are torn apart over our children.
Being physical, mental, sexual pained
Wounded, broken, watching dismemberments.
Their selfish taste of blood in the name of god
Violence against our women and children
The tide keeps growing in numbers of hatred
Attracting women and children guerrillas,
Who blow-up their bodies to kill innocents
Allah rewards their demise in Paradise
What do they see in these misguided doings?
Piercing our hearts with injustice of murder
We all suffer in the name of religion
2/28/2015
Syllable count: 11 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11 11 0 11 11 11
Categories:
guerrillas, abuse, innocence, murder,
Form: Free verse
The smell of led was in the air
In the quiet forest bullet that silence would dispel
That bullet young partisans’ heart would tear
And the boy like stone would fell
All was left was a shallow grave
And small cross given to the one who was brave
Above the grave tall poplar would sway like an ocean wave
The salute was not given because guerrillas their bullets had to save
The destiny has many turns
There are many earthly concerns
But in subtle leaves of poplar tree wind makes sound like heart that for lover yearns
Only it can respond to other sides’ concerns as well as soul’s current sojourns
Wind is beyond time but blood is like wine
No matter if blood is spilled by men or force of divine
Is the wind reflection of the force angelically sublime?
Or maybe soul has its own poplar its own wind and its own one having no reference to ours’ time
Categories:
guerrillas, war, heart, heart,
Form: Couplet
It’s happening again.
Red-hot Guerrillas breaching my porcelain surface,
Angry little bombs exploding, leaving
my land a red war zone,
And I can’t find Concealer,
who has gone A.W.O.L, deserted its place in line,
after Foundation, before Powder.
I send Hands to search the recesses of my desk,
the scattered costumes on my floor.
Their time bombs tick
And I need Concealer for this daily battle.
After the red formations attack my foundations,
they battle against Powder,
forcing my team back to expose my land;
blemished, riddled with unwanted lumps.
A wasteland uncovered,
and Concealer my only defence able to
hide the scars, the age, this weakness.
I send on the second wave;
Foundations, Powder, Mascara – all charades to
distract the public from my flaws.
Reluctantly I slither out into their gaze,
Exposed,
praying my cover hides what the
snarling, ruthless army
strives to conquer: to
Unmask what I truly am.
Categories:
guerrillas, depression, funny, people, warred,
Form: Free verse
GREEDY AGENTS,
FORECLOSERS ON THE RISE.
BITTER DISAGREEMENTS,
BEWARE OF SENSELESS DEMISE.
TOTAL PRIVACY INVASION,
INSTANT MESSAGE TEXTIN'.
REFUGEE ALIENATION,
BIG-BROTHER'S WATCHING.
GROWING CHILD BIRTH DEFECT,
THE WORLD'S IN QUAGMIRE.
GLOBAL GREENHOUSE-EFFECT,
RAGING FOREST FIRE.
RECORD-BREAKIN' HEAT WAVES,
THE OZONE-LAYER'S CRACKING.
TRAFFIC OF HUMAN SLAVES,
FREEMAN'S JUST WATCHING?
FREE-ENTERPRISE ROBBIN' FOLKS BLIND,
WHO'S THE REAL HUSTLER?
SO-CALLED NEWSWORTHY GUIDE,
MINDS FLOATIN' IN ETHER.
GREEN-EYED GUERRILLAS,
ALL-OUT PLAYIN' FOR KEEPS.
VAIN INDULGENCE IN SPAS;
USURY PILING IN HEAPS.
MISSIONS BEING COMPROMISED,
BY ARTIFICIAL INTELIGENCE.
GOD-SEEKERS ATTACKED BY SURPRISE,
MAYBE DOOMSDAY HAS COMMENCED.
Categories:
guerrillas, life
Form: I do not know?