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The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.
Violent as the gleaming blade
Of a vicious criminal crazed
Ferocious as the lion’s jaw
Lingering on an innocent calf
This wicked affliction forces
Its teeth into the harmless heart
Bites wildly into vulnerable flesh
With haste to destroy and devastate
End the life that it penetrates
With a hatred that is inhuman – merciless
Ruthless as the worst of the worst
Abolishing hope as it grows and grows
Breaking hearts and wills with its
Lack of empathy and sympathy
Luring dreams into the night, darkening
The promise of a happier day,
Filling minds with dread and depression
Anxiety that lingers even after
The moment has passed and time
Struggles to alleviate the pain
The widespread anguish of knowing
That this big malady holds all of tomorrow
Painting the thoughts in hues of doubt
Disillusionment and discouragement
Feelings clouded with silvery fog
Lingering on the emotions in shimmering
Waves of deathly black sorrow
Breathing fear through the spirit
And whispering in tones of weariness
Regret and mourning come to the heart
Even though some might tell you
There is hope.. a flicker of courage
The possibility of healing, recovering
From this demented beast with its claws
Of deathlike horror playing across
The light that reminds you life will be brighter
Sometime,… after the treatments
The drugs and cures that are meant to repair
First seem to destroy every awareness
That there will be a breath of fresh air
A new dawn – a second thought, the color
Of joy and promise and miracles prayed for
It is only a moment that comes and goes
A flicker of optimism amid the skeptical thoughts
When you realize only God knows the outcome
Of this feared disease, cancer… the ending
The sequel will reveal what only He sees
And I know, it is only God who can spread
Healing where the cancer cells have spread
Death and destruction… doubt that dissuades
Even the inkling of faith that will tell you
God’s love is still alive and well, sending you
Inspiration, hope and faith that can reveal the truth….
Cancer can kill the body but the spirit is still God’s
His love is the best treatment for this disease
The best remedy for any need
With God, all things are possible – just believe!
Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 1, 2021
In the season of the ballot
He came on his knees
Like a servant and saint
He sought to be crowned leader
He reminded us of his humble breeding
In the creeks of our land
He was our very own
And so, we chanted slogans
In the hinterland and on the highways
We had found our servant leader
The true Man of the citizens had come
To do the will of WE THE PEOPLE
And so, we chanted from dawn to nightfall
We had found the one to bring down
The torsos of former despots
That sting our eyes from accursed daises
Along roads they refused to tar
And so, we defied the scorch and downpour
To defend the ballots to secure his mandate
With his left hand on the Holy Book
And the right raised to the Heavens
He swore to lead us like none had done before
Then he entered the Palace and inhaled the air
Then he tasted the food and drank the wine
Then he sat on the sofa and laid on the bed
Then he slept and arose with roses at his feet
Then the spirit of the palace possessed him
In a short sequence our very own was altered
We who chanted on the streets and the creeks
Became brigands in his eyes and had to be quelled
Before our eyes, the servant leader turned sovereign
The servant leader turned builder of statues
He brought down busts of former lords and planted
On pothole-riddled bridges horrid statues of himself
In every town, large and small stood a statue of him
Made of limestone, wood, bronze, marble and clay
He likened his images to that of the Redeemer
And those of Liberty and the Sphinx
Upon all his name is engraved
Those who dared not to worship the sovereign leader
Were sentenced to piteous fates
What men labored for decades to build
He pulled down by decree between the sun and moon
Once a Man of the Citizens, the servant leader
Sought immortality by abolishing the ballot
To attain everlastingness, he opened the vaults
And the lords proposed that he be beatified
Even while blood flowed in his veins
Thus, the servant-leader became a Saint among us
Now, having long abandoned the companion of his youth
He sought our wives and daughters to quench his lust
But the curses of our naked Mothers spoke for us
Alas! We hear the servant-leader pleads for mercy
But to forgive him will be counted as sin unto us
For he betrayed the trust of WE THE PEOPLE
Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding
chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)
at first blush hinting Moulin Rouge adulation
under dim (witted) lighting accenting
individual randy salient
traits savoring tête-à-tête
tasty hors d'oeuvres accentuating
nuances highlighting flirtatious countenance
initially unconditionally stubbornly accepting
dire hormonal straits
as prickly fledgling acquaintanceship
quivers, negotiates, kickstarts abolishing
inchoate biochemical protracted coupling
conveniently interpreting accessing
breeching, catapulting Dickensian estuary,
non verbal communication nsync abridging
painstakingly erecting complex edifice
suavely, urbanely, wittily accessorising
tried and truevalue tricks acclaiming
debonair heroic manliness princely
qualities dutifully dominate directing
demure damsel in distress absconding
convincing, foreplaying, jimmying,
rollicking readily acclimatizing
challenges thrust up gracefully parlaying
most savvy serious similarly sophisticated
totally tubular testosterone tactics
versatile repartee accomplishing
dynamics cultivating atavistic romantic ballet
on duh poe whit tick abutting
metaphorical foot accoutering
trappings adorned since mythological
Adam and Eve accrediting
latter, sans virile unavoidable temptation
savoir faire verboten fruit, accelerating
action whereby unsuspecting, slithering,
lurking serpent teen accounting
rattle unheard by apse cent church fathers
subsequently excoriating, condemning, accusing,
nonetheless indomitable transcendence achieving
pinnacle of prostrate poignancy
inexpressible ecstasy acquiescing
nonpareil acquisition adulation activating
ascendence assaying administering
amorousness activating. aching.
Reflections That Reside
Innumerable Cumulus clouds gather just up o’er the green hill
Considerable quiet lathers the air as my heart begins to fill
Formidable resolve tethers me to the place I’m lingering on the window sill
Forgivable sins repeat the circuit and relieve me of my iron will
A small repentant afterthought claims it’s steak inside my mind
I almost fall resplendent in the juggernaut of feelings that I find
Standing tall among the prevalent moments of doubt I remain refined
When it all remains like a defendant standing brave among the blind
I see children starving at the edges of abomination in the name of humanity
I see men standing on the ledges of their own attempts to avoid suicide among all the profanity
I see women begging for the bombs to stop awash in the depravity
I fear that it all will remain like time forgot to stop the repetition of this insanity
When things were light and I used to smile for the entire day
There’d be delight and I could revile in inconsequential play
Now there’s no respite from the suffering as I fear I’ve lost my way
As the insight from the introspection affects everything I say
Abolishing racism and colonialist beliefs that oppress the people
Have made things even graver as they take refuge in the steeple
Polishing my urge to save her while they contest what is classed as lethal
Admonishing the conversation while they continue to conceal
I retreat back to the clouds to take a break from all the slaughter
Then repeat the smoking of the shrouds as he sells off his teenage daughter
I’ll linger long and play it loud as I miss my longed for laughter
Because the haughty and the proud keep taking coins from the local pastor
So bleak in my reflections of a society that is lost
I speak in reverent genuflections as I think about the cost
Of having wayward turns of bad intentions that manifest as spiritual frost
Ill try to burn the condescensions as I stand up and take it all upon my cross
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
I waited too long
to mow my lawn
biopsy my lung
yet lived long enough, anon,
however long is long.
Whatever. It's not wrong
to count along
while busy living. Sing
and stay strong
absorb the sun's photons
and store them in your bones.
Those bones
outlast slights and spurns
are white as lightning and strong
as sticks and stones.
Inside is one's
spirit, soul, the nameless one
the one that's never known.
It has no cell phone
can't communicate or even moan.
Therefore. Why complain?
Have some fun.
Soon
I'll be undone
underground
my garden burned down.
So what. John Donne
died and so did Milton.
Emerson too, and Whitman.
Get over it. Vote. Love. When
the train comes in the station
whistle with it, wish on
stars with passion
or careful hesitation.
Anything's fine, within reason.
Season by season
things get done.
Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington.
No taxation
without representation.
A gun
in every den.
People will be governed
one way or another, by a king
or trusted friend. Corporation.
Men
are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are resigned.
I'm too young
to die! I cry. My generation
cannot outrun the sun
but I want to see what happens
next, a tsunami or tornado, rain
and wind beyond our comprehension
hit in the head by speeding debris, irony
of ironies! plastic contraptions,
rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain
in the baby! Moment's
notice. None,
I notice, live long
enough to see the end. Amen. A million
years hence
human sense
has so modified and mutated under
other moons
we share one mind
and everything's remembered by everyone.
Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan
is possible, and work is fun.
I'm going there when I pass on
because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission.
About suffering, religion
was right (and wrong) all along.
Trinity
Divinity, obscenity,
Inferiority complex.
Obey the mighty trinity,
From their rule there's no defect.
Total bliss and serenity,
Through times of peace and war.
They always know the enemy,
And drive them to the floor!
True vanity insanity,
Appearance or reality.
You start a great calamity,
But who you seek is you not me.
Look in the mirror who appears,
No shadow of a doubt.
Reflected are your greatest fears,
That you can't live without.
Democracy, Hypocrisy,
Delusion in the conclusion.
Hide behind the Geography,
Begin to cause mass confusion.
Wandering without direction,
Aimlessly with no cure.
You seek another's protection,
They seek to destroy you.
Monstrosity, Atrocity,
Pretentious Adventurous.
The answer is now lost in me,
So can you suffer such a loss?
Death Defying Disasters Damned,
Devine Division Due.
In traffic when your car gets rammed,
Do you yell out "Screw You"?
Demolishing, Abolishing,
All for the great Mechanicum.
Humans are slowly becoming,
Obsolete as we fall to them.
Machines who rain mass destruction,
Death comes in many ways.
Demise was mankind's construction,
And now we count the days.
Mankind will find we're blind behind,
Our walls of granite stone and brick.
We created the overmind,
Our blindness truely makes me sick.
We can not stand and can not fight,
This crap just makes me sick.
Would someone aid us in our plight,
And could you make it quick?
We will recruit, it's absolute,
Fight machines with the fiery forge.
But in the end our plight is mute,
We lose the war, on blood they gorge.
Our lust for power was our end,
And that thing which we craved.
So now the white flag we must send,
Humanity enslaved.
Slavery most unsavory,
Elemental event.
You would climb up the toughest tree,
And just to circumvent.
Move further away from the light,
To the vicinity.
Do not resist and do not fight,
The Mighty Trinity.
Form:
There’s a light in your eyes… (3)
There’s a shimmering light
I’m gazing dreamily at your sparkling eyes
I can taste a smile creeping in…it’s such a surprise
I’m staring longingly at your glistening eyes
I can feel a grin flaring up…you’re my exquisite prize
There’s a light in your eyes… (3)
You absorbed me with your highs… (2)
And the wind whirls and sighs
There’s a night shunning out your eyes… (2)
You disobeyed me with your lies…
And my spirit drifts away and dies
You fought my battles for me relentlessly…I’m overflowing with jollity
You lead me to your heart’s desire and it made me cheery and teary
You shot the predator chasing after me; you are my heroic hero
You nurtured me with your affection and wiped away the sorrow
There’s an angel in your eyes… (3)
You gather up your joy…floating away gleefully
There’s a DEMON in your eyes… (2)
You wave your farewells as your innocence dies dreadfully
I’m peeking at your heart…Will I find our love pulsating with gratitude and vigor?
I can sense a warm feeling digging in; you grant me your tranquil, hopeful favor
I’m memorizing your voice…Will I ever experience your boldness and victory?
I can smell a soothing aroma seeping out; you are hovering like angels elevating with glory
There’s a light in your eyes
Your happiness glides
I can feel it when you signal your goodbyes
Your shadiness subsides
There’s an eccentric beam bursting in your eyes
Your ruefulness hides
I can sense it when you vomit your lies
Your betrayal shredding your insides
There’s a storm stroking your eyes
There’s a storm obliterating your eyes!
But, I still sense your light dancing in your eyes
There’s a light abolishing your joy that I yearn in my heart
There’s a night blotching the luminous light exploding in your eyes
There’s a delight bestowing joy that has torn me apart
There’s a plight that interrupted our time together…we shall depart
Oh worm
Earth was freedom
Hear the voice, turn away no more.
Hymn to beauty for the mob: the rights of man
I´ll sing you a song:
Men are born equal and free!
Which nobody can deny their rights in a Republic
A pretty cargo that nobody can deny,
Our constitutions.
Sweet the noble savage meet has sour souce.
The vanity and presumtion of governing
Beyond the grave the eternal laws of god
was the most ridiculous
And insolent of all tyrannies.
To bind
Or control
In any shape whatever
Without having no longer any participation.
No authority in directing its government
Or how to administrated the nation source of sovereignity.
An american indian made slave
Is the example of the Inhumanity of human trade
In the concerns of this world as under the labor laws kids all over the world
Are employed as slaves in Colombia, India, Africa, Azia.
Of liberty and rights I sing: freedom.
Little lamb
The right to pay no taxes
The right to raise a mob or riot
The liberty to overturn the state
The right to break through all the nations laws
Let all be equal.
For The oppressed, the injustice of the law is an example
Every man my brother was made
to why have one property and not another?
Then hail to libery
Reform and riot
Against the crystal cabinet
The laws that oppress the poor are unjust.
The poor people of the world unit
On the rejection of the bill for abolishing injustice.
Sears the young heart to images of woe
Injured women, rise , assert the right!
The miseries of man return
Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed
The multitude
Go gird
Of bright artillery
Conquest or rule
Outline the situation
What nature hast left common
The inhabitant of those cities the mental traveler.
And never forget our history.