Child Killing Poems

I'll start to wear makeup
And I'll start to wear my hair in a braid
So I can look like a mature sexy baby
Like all of his...

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Bathing with Bathsheba

By Mark D. Stucky
As you bathed bare below the high palace
were you intentionally seductive?
The citadel was in plain view,
and so apparently were you.

Or...

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Q.1.Did the Police attempt to stop the vehicle
and did the occupants defy the orders??
Q.2.Why did the Police open fire and yet the
occupants were not shooting...

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If a man can't educate his child
He teaches the same to fight!
It may as well grow up to be wild
And things may still turn out...

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KILLING HER OWN.

She carried him for months,
The pain and the suffering
All now dressed in new pants,
The commencements

Dumped in the street
A stranger picked and raised him.
Nursed...

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I wonder why I'm treated like a child,
When I left childhood many years ago,
I just wonder!

They told me, 
"Youths are the leaders of tomorrow",
When the...

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Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!

The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a...

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It was the fun sound I was after
eavesdropping on her sweet laughter.

That sound brought an instant smile to my heart,
for it meant that my sweet...

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another typical day, with feet on the ground
  ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
  many measured bits fall before the...

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“The devil is alive”, someone yelled out. A congregation downing crosses crossed their hearts and prayed to God to extinguish the devil. Right then and...

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Oftentimes, I found myself watching children playing outside through cracks on my window. They looked so happy and free. But it was not their silly...

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"Mary Jane here is learning to read", replied Miss Ava sheepishly with a slight shade of pink in her cheeks; subtle, but it told all...

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Though the bodies lay heaped
in gory blood-lust mass
and piled upon vitriol every curse
for the count of corpses
and innocent lives ended
such savagery they inflicted, stirred them...

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Only eighteen and conscripted to the military,
no choice of mine it was the norm at this time and scary,
barely out of school and still wet...

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The Killing Tree (caution extremely graphic)
My daddy hung my bunny on the killing tree 
he wrapped my hands round the concrete filled pipe

a hot burn...

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