The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
Categories:
infanticide, conflict, death, humanity, war,
Form: Rhyme
Disagreement, discussion, and debate are not indicators of hate.
When fetuses die and their mothers no longer cry, we are practitioners of infanticide.
Becoming rich from a Washington hitch is evidence you are a crooked son of a be-itch.
Segregation and diversity mandates are damaging constructs designed to divide and each are a disgrace of equal distaste.
You need it to drive, you need it to fly, you need to buy, voter IDs are not Jim Crow and when you say so, it clearly shows who paints from a racist tableau.
Those who skew NEWS based on their political views are liars and should be considered pariah’s.
When you deny biology in favor of an alphabet ideology there can be but one conclusion; you are possessed by demons of delusion.
People who say God is not boss and reject Jesus’s work on the cross are wandering through life blinded and lost.
Categories:
infanticide, corruption, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Dowry, drug addiction, and domestic violence rule
Female foeticide and female infanticide go cool.
Abortions, corruption, and gender inequality
Racism, human trafficking, casteism, and poverty
Food adulteration, wealth hoarding, consumerism, and greed
With many such evils, we, as a society, bleed.
Where are our good-bad consciences and consciousnesses?
Where are our ethically fit philanthropic choices?
Like a crack in the rail track, there's moral delinquency.
There's a slip of synchrony in the social symphony.
Virtues, like iron in saline waters, are eroded.
Human regulations seem to be, from somewhere, goaded.
Are our weak feet slipping from the edge of a worn-out cliff?
Do we, in our sailing, seek for each leg a single skiff?
Our link to each other, to shun anomie, should unite.
Though small, for the good of all, shouldn’t we bestow our mite?
Ritualism, retreatism, and rebellion should end.
Our knees, to compassion, temperance, and justice, should bend
Categories:
infanticide, humanity, life, society,
Form: Rhyme
A welcome gaze, the sun shines ever present
Peering through thin overcast curtains
With the lightest of light’s gentle touch
The paint brush of the effervescent
Yuletide glides through the spectral air
It caresses the cadaver walking the path
Unaware of the beauty that surrounds
Gentle winds dancing with wispy hair
I was unfamiliar of this
The stinging of tears born from rage
Manifesting apparitions of our past so pleasant
The infanticide of a future yet to stumble into stride
I admit my adamant refusal to accept the present
Where murders migrate above me,
Where my spirit drifts in the atmosphere
This time, the clock has stuck like a gavel
The haunt of her hands on my wrists
the most pleasant of shackles.
Will there ever be a moment where I accept change?
When will I simply accept this weather
For what it is? Sharp, stark, and serene
When will I finally say,
“This is where I need to be.”
Categories:
infanticide, heartbroken, longing, memory, peace,
Form: Free verse
To dwell in past of fate,
where sorrow and pain predominantly coexist as fortune of bitterness.
To leap on is to beg death for his sting
To leap back is to kill those precious
To leap right is to anguish with pain
To leap left is to cast arrows of misfortune
Where has this war led us into?
Crafting wickedness with joy
Infanticide with smile
Toxic environment for peace
Let our doomsday begin
Curse to us all.
ST KELVIN
LOLY BAZTAD
Categories:
infanticide, death, fate,
Form: Elegy
Discrimination? Never -
Like charlatans, we claim,
Aren’t guys and girls, here,
Like fantasy, peripherally, same?
Nourishing the boys,
And starving the girls, yet, dear,
Is, in real life, like sun and moon,
Seen, at this juncture, crystal-clear…
If female infanticide
Has exhibited its ugly faces –
Isn't female feticide
Spreading fast in many places?
We have left plants and flowers hitherto,
There might be a time coming soon;
When men-folk might start considering,
Selective-destruction of female flowers, a boon…
12 January 2022
Categories:
infanticide, discrimination, gender,
Form: Free verse
The not-true that may from lips spring
And in nearby and far-off ears ring;
Usually saving an innocent skin,
Scarcely for this reason a sin;
With usable sounds and alphabets
The trapped setting free from nets:
The midwives avowals to infanticide pharaoh
To reverse a male child murder show
Our false assurances to The-Much-Worried
About their Now-Dead-Once-Sick
So that they too wont be buried
From the wounds of the truth we lick….
From a wise wife of an alcoholic
To his friends visiting for a frolic,
Hundred percent sure that he was indoors,
Of his having just left for a good cause:
A timely frustration of killing glasses of whisky
Or the throat-burning gin no less risky:
From the heavens, Gods wave of Approving Hands
His singers angels, eyes for their bands.
Categories:
infanticide, care, evil, god, people,
Form: Rhyme
Speechless at Auschwitz
by Ko Un
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At Auschwitz
piles of glasses
mountains of shoes ...
returning, we stared out different windows.
Ko Un speaks for all of us, by not knowing what to say about the evidence of the Holocaust, and man's inhumanity to man.
Ko Un was speechless at Auschwitz.
Someday, when it’s too late,
will we be speechless at Gaza?
—Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, Auschwitz, antisemitism, inhumanity, brutality, terror, mass murder, genocide, infanticide, matricide, ethnic cleansing, Gaza, racism, Zionism
Categories:
infanticide, holocaust, horror, race, racism,
Form: Epigram
A Big NO to God
Some take great pride in declaring God dead.
What are the thoughts in
their godless heads?
A world where infanticide is perfectly alright.
And "choice"is a word, that makes evil, right?
Where Rabbis are shot dead in the street?
And a Christian poem, their eyes will not meet.
And love and world peace are their hue and cry.
Yet, they can't understand why, the violence, asking,
"why, oh why?"
Brainwashed in our society to think guns kill people.
You never find these folks in a synagogue nor under
a steeple.
Don't you know it's fine today, to attack the police?
And the working man, well, he must be fleeced!
It's perfectly OK to do whatever you choose!
Their close friends only, with them, do they want to
schmooze.
Chasing animal and tree rights, yes that's their religion.
And so, Almighty God, is crushed to a smidgen!
December 26, 2019
Categories:
infanticide, god, political,
Form: Couplet
Speechless at Auschwitz
by Ko Un
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
At Auschwitz
piles of glasses
mountains of shoes ...
returning, we stared out different windows.
Ko Un speaks for all of us, by not knowing what to say about the evidence of the Holocaust, and man's inhumanity to man.
Ko Un was speechless at Auschwitz.
Someday, when it’s too late,
will we be speechless at Gaza?
—Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: Holocaust, Auschwitz, antisemitism, inhumanity, brutality, terror, mass murder, genocide, infanticide, matricide, ethnic cleansing, Gaza, racism, Zionism
Categories:
infanticide, death, evil, grave, holocaust,
Form: Free verse
Eyes of an Eagle
If I had the eyes of an eagle,
And the strength of wings to
fly,
I'd put a camera on my proud
chest,
And off to DC, I would fly.
My fuel is my rage against
all out to destroy this great nation,
With breaking news, hideous
lies and false allegations...
America!! Berated daily in
international publications!
Against all God believing men and women,
Using that meaningless term,
"Conversation", as some universal justification.
It's a word to validate all things unethical.
Like infanticide, simply twisted, to mean....
"Oh, it's just medical."
A murdered child's warm blood splashing~
on the icy cold, gleaming marble floor.
Her tiny fists clenched in rage as Mommy
walks out the butcher's door!
I cry, "no more, no more!"
Panagiota Romios
2/28//2019
Categories:
infanticide, abortion, america, christian, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
A poem about infanticide of girls...
"Save Our Sisters!"
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Strings of girls, strands of pearls,
Gone, gone, gone. Pretty, pretty, girls.
A mother's hug, a sister’s laugh, a daughter’s kiss
Lost, lost, lost. Missed, missed, missed.
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Indian girls, that’s a big maybe
Young girls grow up, become young ladies.
But for Chinese girls, that’s a big maybe,
Many girls lost, many girls missed
Many girls lost, never to be Ms.
Run, Run, Run, hide your daughters,
Run, Run, Run. Run from the slaughter.
Wake up world, we’ve lost too many sisters.
S.O.S. World, Save Our Souls, Save Our Sisters.
NoelsArt
Comments: In some parts of the world, the three deadliest words are “It’s a girl”. Girls are killed for being girls. After watching this movie trailer http://www.itsagirlmovie.com/ , I wrote the poem above. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
Categories:
infanticide, 12th grade, abortion, children,
Form: Rhyme
A lone female warthog
Laden with fetus
Strayed the quiet suburb
In search of food.
Later its offspring were rearing
Their fragile heads from a
Shallow tunnel where it had
Sought refuge when nature caught with it,
There it would wait for several suns,
Till its babies were strong enough,
It would lead them back to the jungle.
That same afternoon,
A young woman in the western
Populous suburb
Strangled her new born baby to death,
Stashed it in a sewer tunnel;
The men of law apprehended her,
Led her to the jungle
On charges of infanticide.
Categories:
infanticide, abortion, , western,
Form: Ballad
She stood in her pink shell
Hands covering her breast
She looks down shyly
She is a virgin, a woman, a lover
A doting wife and sweet mother
Birth of Venus
Treat her with respect
Lest she clams up and returns to the sea
Say no to RAPE, ABUSE and FEMALE INFANTICIDE
Categories:
infanticide, abuse, birth,
Form: Ekphrasis
Here is a war, fighting
Fighting those i dont know
Stabbing, shooting, strangling
all without care
Infanticide, i dont care
Rest in peace infant, was all i know.
Categories:
infanticide, adventure, anger, confusion, death,
Form: Elegy
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