High Treason Poems | Examples

When God Died

Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.

God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.

God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.

History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.

The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.

The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.

That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.

God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.

Eve

From Adam's ribs, she's given life 
Then sooner she became his wife 
She gave him joy and happiness 
She filled his deepest emptiness 

She was his faithful companion 
Together they shared dominion 
He was the king, she was the queen 
She was gorgeous, she's evergreen 

But one day, the tricky devil
Enticed her heart to do evil 
Her one mistake roused the reason 
That they were charged of high treason

2nd place

Quirky Twists and Turns

*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:) 

In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.

With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.

He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.

He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!

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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018

Sad Truth Inside Reality Bites Sincerity

No one lives in a democracy opening word lie 
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves 
unto a taxpaying system none the less true 

Graded by our salary in class distinction fact 
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance 
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks 

Hidden from view by corruption shady characters 
our role models to carry into the future light 
Power generates a hungry source unyielding 

That lusts with the endless need for more 
constantly envying others happiness 
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies 

They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells 
under high treason against the state and her children 
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods

Jesus Christ

Of the first man’s disobedience, mankind fell
Through one man’s valour, mankind infallibly rise
From perpetual annihilation through Gates of Hell
Into the eternal ecstasy of the Promised Paradise
Long ago, the Serpent his senile stratagem had begun
To deprive Adam of the satiable Garden of Eden
Out to terrace the Earth, to thresh beneath the Sun
Lest, Man attains the supreme height of Heaven
But the Sovereign Father who knows far omniscient
Had foreseen this doom ere its appointed season
Prompted by His humane heart came Christ omnipotent
To redeem Man of Lucifer’s high treason
     Nothing worldly did Him befall
     It is this unbroken faith that save us all.

Alexander Briant

He was raised Protestant –
later, upon studies,
he converted to Catholicism
and became a Jesuit 

as is current pope Francis.
He labored with zeal
after ordination,
proclaiming true religion to all Nations.

With six other priests he was arraigned 
on the charge of high treason
and condemned to death by an English court.
He was subjected to inhuman tortures and executed.

In prison, he converted
many fellow prisoners,
imprinting the cross of Christ
on their minds.

Edmund Campion

In his youth he became an Anglican deacon,
but the doubts about Protestantism beset him
and after further study,
he returned to Catholicism.

Young Jesuit priest,
arrested by priest hunters
in Anglican England 
for teaching about the Christ.

He was convicted of high treason
and executed in England,
which had been  Catholic for a 1000 of years,
later religious difficulties arose.

Priest Campion said before his martyrdom:
"In condemning us, the Catholic priests,
 you condemn all your own ancestors, 
all our ancient bishops and kings…”

Unspoken Politics

What a sick monster of a man creeping 
around with no morals ramming sick agendas 
Inside twisted ideas down peoples throats
 
All the time smiling in his deeply disturbed soul 
paying his thirty pieces for the ferry man 
Your entry unto the devilish domain 

He disguises himself falsely as caring about people
when the suffering lie on trolleys unattended 
As the homeless keep rising 

Selling off state owned assets without consent 
from the nation he should be prosecuted 
under high treason of the state 

Face the life sentence appropriate to such crime 
Under the eighth ammendment our nations law 
was passed and still stands tall 

We are the land of saints and scholars 
A generation of God's seed 
We will not be involved in such a disgusting pact

One with blood as it's signature 
which has been addressed by this countries kin 
in the constitution clearly written as an unlawful act

He should be imprisoned to have such a biast mind 
closed to the reality of home truth against the living in God's holy book 
his only written words arc of his seed and covenant

Nasty Pasty

So I sat downstairs
I tried to eat a pasty

She started screaming and shouting
Really getting quite nasty

Sat there for a minute, tried to let it go in
Now all I wanted to do was put the pasty in the bin

As she carried on giving the verbal abuse
It seemed to me, the only option was a noose

All of this started, it started for a reason
All of it because I had commited high treason

So I stand here today and look at my past
Crystal clear to me now, it was not meant to last

It appears I've been, really quite nasty
From now on in I'll just sit and eat a pasty

To all of the men, there are sirens out there
Don't look in their eyes, don't let them flick their hair

I've a bit of advice, it's entirely upto you
Though it may just stop, your head turning to goo

You could just think that I'm being rather nasty

Trust me, don't think

Just sit and eat your pasty

The Gods Must Be Crazy

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

Unlucky

I’m why you’re unlucky
I’m why you don’t want to come out and play
I’m why life is sucky
I’m why you had a bad day.

I’m the reason we now only have one season
I’m the reason Titanic sank
I’m the reason you were charged with high treason
I’m the reason there’s no money in the bank.

My name is plain unlucky
I’m the poison that you drank
I’m the one that popped your rubber ducky
I’m the reason your page is blank.

Pamphlet (Birth of a Constitution)

London’s Guildhall, John Lilburne is frogmarched in
A man Cromwell considered a friend,
To stand before him accused of high treason
His actions against parliament to defend

As radical leader of the ‘Levellers’
John opposed Parliament fervently,
With his clandestine printing network
Speaking out of its tyranny;

Power, John Lilburne argued
Belonged with the common man,
His pamphlet ‘Agreement of the People’
Defined how, in the ‘Levellers Plan’.

In ‘England’s New Chains Discovered’
He urged soldiers and citizens, ‘unite-
Reject the rule of the Grandees!’
He was arrested and charged with mutinous incite.

Cromwell brought him to the Guildhall
Amid the strictest security
Troubled his trial would cause civil unrest,
Such was John’s popularity

Although eventually acquitted and exiled 
He lived the rest of his life a marked man,
And our constitution, today, owes its birth 
To the ideals of his ‘Levellers Plan’.

The Quiet

staring at the ceiling
with no ryhme or reason
 dreaming up tales
of high seas and high treason

i ponder my nothings
in the Quiet

speculating about time
and life and romances
planning my life
like coreographers plan dances

i plot out my course 
in the Quiet

praying for my sins
and for errors and vices
for forgiveness of past
and present enticements

i make my amends
in the Quiet

babbling nonsense
'bout liquor fed streams
thinking about our skins
and how we're made with no seams

i throw all sanity to the wind
 in the Quiet

now nodding my head
i drift near to slumber
where i'll dream  first of love
then of armies torn asunder

i now lay vulnerable and sleeping
in the Quiet

Lest We Forget.....

Turtle Island...is what it was called
revered by it's people,eventually appalled

Here long before the european invasion
lest we forget from historical persuasion

A nomadic culture whom lived with the seasons
disrespect to nature,to them was high treason

Crossing a landbridge,enduring migration
new home was found with much invigoration

Difference of belief,shouldn't be termed as primitive
all within the universe is found to be relative

Chief's and wise men orally told
which continued their story as nuggets of gold

Ancient cultures and races,were once,
as they pass with the stars and the setting sun.....

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" All things are connected...whatever befalls the earth,
   befalls the children of earth......"
                                                              Chief Seattle
                                                    Suqwamish and Duwamish

A Witch's Irony

Three witches
by one sword drawn
from heaven at the
inching of day
thrice regarded, naught
but once slain
for high treason by jury
though not of sound mind
idolatrous fancy its credo
and kind
but divine be certain mercy
oft a misnomer of fools
for whom heresy converts
in the shallowest pool
therefore say the witches let
fate run her course
when the fire avenges
let it be from our source

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