Innocents Poems

The Genocide

I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents,
my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night
flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city.
broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh,
screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death
down upon the heads of those already dead.
What hate must be brewing

He took so many innocents lives

He Choose to Grow Weak

Could you help me understand the complexities of our actions? When joy fills our hearts, we radiate positivity, but when sadness washes over us, it feels like an ache that permeates our very being (Proverb 17:22).

How can we support you if we remain in the dark about your feelings? You often

Holy Innocents

Like a termite eating willow oak, Herod felt empty.
Fear of the threat of dethroning Brim-filed abundantly
Could a little lamb invade the den of a lewd lion?
Could a rod of reed face the force of a pole of iron?

Like a mad monkey, Herod scattered fragile eggs and nests.
Troopers cut kids to pieces, pulling them from mothers'

young innocents fall in love

several neighbors are watching
young innocents fall in love in a garden
remembering their own romantic stories
with deep sighs,
trying to capture the feelings
many had lost long ago

Uncomfortable Truths About Wars

Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people

Itchy Fingers

Itchy Fingers?

I don’t mind dying in a nuclear war.
As long as it’s quick, not a lingering bore.
It’ll give the elite a chance to see the cloud.
Kill off the plebs in a crimson shroud.

I know their fingers are itching.
To press the oblivion button.
See what happens, 
from Moscow to Sutton.
and all the places in between,
They’ll watch it

Death Is Everywhere

People die every second of the day
Death is the absolute absence of life
People are murdered, slaughtered in daylight
Sadness is at the center of the fray.

Babies are born every second of the day
Listen to the cries. Life is painful, yet beautiful
Death is hurtful, also painful, yet dreadful
The latter has no hope, yet in dismay, in disarray.

War

Blissful Innocents

Yesterday as I sat in the Mall having a cup of coffee
Two young ladies came and sat next to me.
Both were well-dressed, and I thought they were friends.
The oldest one of them had bought two cream cakes
A coffee and a green smoothie.
The younger of them started to clap her hands and laugh loudly,
She looked deliriously

Grieving the Loss

Solemn newscasters retell
Accounts filled with sorrow.
More children lost
where they should have been safe.

Seven lives cut short by 
the careful planning of one.

We see Rachel’s tears
falling again. They’re gone.
Parents, communities cry out
“How can such evil be addressed?”

Empty arms ache with excruciating pain.
We remember Michelangelo’s “La Pieta”,
She neither blamed her Creator,
nor held back her expression of sorrow.

As

Nine Eleven: Towers To Tears

Take me down to ground zero, brother,
I need to see the truth -
where dark angles from hell
put evil in place,
and three thousand innocents died.

Take me down to ground zero, sister,
I want to feel the void -
when an enemy’s faith 
put death before life,
and cowards made innocents die.

Take us to the five-sided fortress
and also honor the

Beautiful the Innocents of a Child's Heart-

Beautiful are the Hearts of God's Children
Blessed are those of the truest heart;
Beautiful the Faith of believers;
Who worship with innocents of a child's heart;


9/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Tears For the Innocents

You wonder at the sense of it all
And living where guns have the final call
And going about your daily lives
Places you in danger not disguised

May god accept the little ones taken in an act so cruel
With their teachers who have passed by gunman’s rule
How many lives taken by the gun 
For guns and murder to

The Indiscriminate Slayings of the Innocents

The massacres of our beautiful people must STOP.
It is unconscionable to destroy so many lives
For selfish and hatred reasons. God, in his archives, 
Have recorded everything, which occurred, from top
To bottom, from sunset to sunrise, from the start
To the end. God knows what’s going on in every one’s heart.
God knows what took place in Cleveland,

Uncomfortable Truths About Wars

Uncomfortable Truths About Wars

Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent

The Deputy

Two years ago 
Man started defending 
A war with virus
Now still going on
Man's throne is unstable 
New deputy is rising up one by one 
Soon out of control
Unknown and discouraging 
Many have given up and gone
Pity the man 
Pity the digital world
Pity the innocents who have departed
Without knowing what really happened
Even those still alive are

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