Killings Poems

A Night of '89

A Night of '89

Footsteps at midnight
the knock no one dared answer.
Dogs howled in silence.

Charred Bodies on the road,
eyes still open to the sky.
The crows never ask.

Posters on the wall
by morning, the faces fade.
Smoke curls from tire pyres .

Mother lights a lamp.
Her son's shoes still by the door.
She dares not whisper.

Gunfire in the dusk,
then a scream

If they shoot, tell my story

If they shoot, tell my story

A boy writes a letter to his mother
She will know nothing of it
Until
Something bad happens
But he knows something will
He knows the colour of his skin
He knows that it means a possible death sentence 

He gives his mom direct instructions 
Of what to do if they try to silence his existence

Stop, Stop The Division

Army versus Navy
Navy versus Army
Army versus Army
Navy versus Navy
Stop, stop the division
Stop the separation
Stop the genocide
The bombs, the pesticide
And the bullets are killing
Women, children, our offspring
Elderly and unarmed civilians
Americans versus Americans
Haitians versus Haitians
Ranchers versus immigrants
Peasants versus inhabitants
Aliens versus migrants
Citizens versus Martians
Vice versa, all the sagas
And crying out loud, alas
Stop, stop the divisions
Stop all toxic and

News of the Killings

A war rages on, on two fronts,
three or more.
The world is a wave
crashing upon swords,
or so I am told.

Yet the tea in my teacup
does not tremble
to the thud and scream of shells,
my easy chair is not stained
with the flesh of the slain.
In the garden songbirds
do not shake with fear.

Headlines bellow.
People are marching
to God knows where,
a

The True Devil

Eyes of a trader 
With words of wisdom
You make destruction look so good
You don't use force
But the beauty and cursive of your words is tantalizing 

You can make dreams come true
But what they don't realize is your true intentions are very much cruel
Your like a rock that has been painted gold
You look pretty and real

Life In My Land

Life in my Land
Life in my land is not by right
With greed, we are wound around
Hardened ruiners ravaging all we have
Like raptor they kill, devour and fly

Cupidity, the spirit of avarice
Eating up the weak flesh and bones
The bones and marrow are gone
The butchers cry for them at least
But voracity, the soul of gluttony
Are stuck to,

Kapendo Killings

KAPENDO KILLINGS

The news hit all side of the country
A heavy raid which killed
Not usual murder but
They were burnt to death

Reported and new casted
Turned all eyes red
Could not hold on tears
Heart wasnt in test but betrayed
For someone family falled apart

Songs of peace as well as wishers of unity
Which world are you offering your sacrifices
Are they burnt

Gun Culture

Since the known civilisation, rules have changed 
for positive progress and prosperity of people and
community and country across the entire universe. 
Rules do not drive backward but always move forward
for the coming decades and centuries and millennia
education, health, development and progress 
move for the righteous path of peace and prosperity. 
But suddenly talks of mediaeval

The Ballad of George Floyd

Oh Lord, they laid George Floyd down
They put a knee to his neck 
and pinned him to the ground
for nine minutes they held him on the deck.

Bystanders saw and got involved
They said, what the fk, what the heck
He's not resisting, it's been resolved
Get that knee off his neck.

He is not moving
What are you cops doing
He

Geography of a Pandemic

This is a tanka, because Canada is "tanking":

I
There are 3 countries that are really "North America" -
Canada, Us, and Mexico (Most forget Mexico is North!)

II
"Stainless Steel" Lady Mcgreavy updated me on the news from Canada -
"The American Pandemic has passed the permeable borders"

III
Mexico was always bad with policing, law and order bull
After George Floyd, Canada

Angel of Death On Dooms Day

O' beings of flesh and blood, 
Behold thy breaths! 
For I am sent to put an end
To your infinite cruelties and untamed lusts! 

What have you done to Earth! 
What have you done to Hearts! 
You crushed the buds
You murdered the hopes
And never for once you fear the One

Your hearts have turned stones, 
They didn't

2019 Unbroken Lull In Killings Return With a Vengeance

Screaming headlines erupted...
BREAKING news...massacre
barrage of gunfire
wrought countless deaths
newly minted unknown
mass murderer suddenly infamous

speculation immediately
trumpeted hate crime
targeted, premeditated, calculated
mass murderous sprees,
gunmen gloated gleefully
resultant mayhem throve

countless dead tally increased
security details, police,
and emergency crews
barked orders while
yellow crime tape cordoned
mortally wounded

and seriously injured
rushed into onsight
triage units as sirens blared
killer(s) coup shattered
tenuous complacency
prior cautious optimism

hesitantly blinked awoke
initial six months
two thousand

Weeping Gun

My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.

I fight 21st century with 20th century bullets
Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper
In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest
Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.

Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war
No back

A Nation In Distress

A Nation in distress, 
Our Land is in distress 
Father deliver the Nation
Father deliver our Land 
Cleanse the Nation
Cleanse our Land 
We look to You
We run to You
Deliver us from all that is awful  
You alone is Powerful 
Deliver the Nation. 
Deliver our Land
We run to You
We look to You

Lines Written In Sorrow For Nigeria

I could hear in my head their thousand shrill cries
While their homes burn, their throats slit,
Unpleasant thoughts of the bloods of the innocent
Bring sadness and tears to my eyes!

What has happened to the human soul 
That run through men of this beloved country;
It grieves my heart so much to think
Of these man's inhumanity to man!

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