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Awfully loathsome in its brutality
Hate's cruelty is evil in its entirety
As heart agonizes due to its torturous despicability
Belittling human dignity, affecting creation by its complexity...
With the attack of hate's cruelty
Unborn babes can't enjoy existence wondrous beauty
Abandoned kids face challenges in obscurity
Bullied adolescents suffer in their infirmity
Battered spouses weep silently in their afflictions' severity
Discontented husbands and wives fight with pride's importunity
Victimized children wallow in separation anxiety
Struggling homes waver in their solidarity's stability
Wrecked marriages fall toward dysfunctional futility
Bitter family members escape from reality
Toward disillusionment, questioning their identity...
As hate's cruelty undermines kindness-sensitivity
Chaos and turmoil can be felt, devoid of unity
Echoing envy, contempt, panic, anger, oppression's intensity
Indeed, affecting progress and prosperity
Robbing people of joy, victory and peace around safety
While instilling fear, terror amidst insecurity
Even animals are not exempted to experience barbarity
When their welfare is neglected midst uncaring community...
When unchecked, perpetrators of hate's cruelty
Continue with their aggression insanity
While victims in their martyrdom-superiority
Stay lamenting midst abuse-propensity...
Oh! I ask God for His mercy, grace and pity*
While my soul abides in His compassionate certainty
Assured that He enables me to overcome hate's cruelty
By His offered relationship I can trust throughout eternity
Which my very being can share with hope's serenity
Striving to spread genuine love that prevails along respect's tenacity.
*Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.
Dramatic monologue in monorhyme
April 16, 2019
Edited on May 20, 2025
9th place, "The Cruelty of Hate and the Consequences of Hate" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Michael Fulkerson; judged on 5/23/2025
plink, plink, water in the sink
sinks slowly into budding suds
torturing the pans and fork tines
who want cascade - show on the road
plink, plop, hands over ears, now stop
but slowly the spatter of drops
like the slow go of a rain storm
keep habitating, repeating
their ear-splitting, liver-bellied
bullying of the spoons and cups
the apron-covered giant turned
off the faucet, threw in the rag,
then the sponge, ew…her hands with gloves
now each piece, that is us, is scrubbed
and ah, true running water-rush
each of us towel dried, put ‘way
from nightmarish brutality
we rest…we rest..until lipstick
lands on the side of grinds in cup
and pan slams onto surface heat
in other words, we get beaten
then comes water in sink, awaken
the bully who sleeps eight hours
look forward to vacation, hers!
lost touch
sweet words on the lips
of a deceiver is equal
to no words
promises on the mouth
of politicians
could be equal to
empty words
if not why have they
lost touch
lost touch
they stand as our leaders
so confidence on election rallies
with empty words that sounds
promising
as we stand so foolishly
listening and believing
this words like the saviour's
are close to our needs
everywhere we hail
and chant their political
names like we finally
found the God saint
at the end of the day
they got the staff of power
only for their greed and
by their actions
is obvious that they have
lost touch
lost touch
they once touched
our souls with lies
they once touch
our hope with
hopelessness
they once touch
our life's in shadows
of poverty
they once looked
like the messiah
that can end our
miseries
they once made us
happy with empty
promises of change
till now they still
touch us with
brutality
when we understand
that they got no
knowledge to touch
our lives positively
cos they have
lost touch
lost touch
they have lost touch
cos they got no more soul
their actions brutalise
our soul
their greed creates a stagnant
growth to our future
their ideology is a scam
and now our life's pays
the price of corruption
our youth are in pains of
scarcity of basic needs
and dieing in hunger
yet we got them that are
full of promises from
the beginning of our
struggles of hope
in staff of power
to protect and serve
where they also where
born
where they grew up
where they were too feed
and educated
given a privilege to
the point of power
what else they need
from us
is a shame they gave their
back side to our sacrifice
and that makes it obvious
that they have
lost touch
Written: April 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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When cruelty becomes a badge of honor
empathy transforms into an act of defiance
while the evildoers are celebrated!
The resonance of your words
Your words echo as a sharp blade
revealing the possum
shameful crawl
dragging through sacred remnants
they cut through the fragile chambers
of my vulnerable existence.
A rustle of grass
in the Cimmerian pre-dawn.
Watching you drown in your denial
Now, a landscape of sorrow
once vibrant with the hues of joy
has faded into mere shadows
Shades of happiness did thrive
I stand frozen, bleary-eyed
trying to bear sense of
eerie glow of empty eyes
I am a witness to the casualty
of an all-night bender
Your gaze, a weapon
cold and unyielding
left my spirit in ruins
forever haunted
by the ghost of what once was
The dreams you stole
That left me stranded
broken in body and soul
Amidst the unfolding horrors —
border violence, displacements,
police brutality, genocidal oppression —
Remember this: Cruelty is the point
Cruelty is not humorous nor edgy
Cruelty is not justifiable
Cruelty corrodes the sense of self
Cruelty for cruelty's sake
a repulsive and vile toxic waste
What started as casual banter
quickly turned into a serious dialogue
banter quickly grew into a colloquy.
I walk a path of despair
a subdued plea
where cruelty reigns
Some find joy in the suffering of others—
the essence of schadenfreude
Do we embody barbarism
when we think
we have the right to be cruel
And ignore the agreements we made?
The casualties were unintended
Yearning for a healing touch
for the grace to set me free
Yet the scars remain
a stark reminder
of the cruelty
that has etched its haunting mark.
Your malice roars like a storm
within my spirit,
leaving me shattered
and utterly out of control
I am a victim
The cost of your design
and now I seek peace
In my life
Humans possess the capacity
for empathy and reason,
yet systems of violence.
They are crafted to dominate
subjugate
dehumanize and oppress
Cruelty is always at the core
It feels as if we are consumed
by cruelty in our thoughts
defending the indefensible.
Yuh see this thing call life, it does mek yuh think twice.
So much to do, with so little choice.
Yuh see this thing call life, sometimes it's not nice.
When you sit down and really think.
Is like dreams are better than reality.
Truth be told life does snatch yuh soul
It makes you cold, it makes you fold
It breaks you into pieces and leaves you on your own.
Yuh see this thing call life
One day you're here the next day yuh gone
Yuh see this thing call life, it ain't pay to be weak
A telling yuh it ain't pay to be meak
Don't tek this thing lightly,
Cause it's not nice to you nor me
Life would shake you, bake you, and break you
Like a broken glass it would replace you
Yuh see this thing call life, only God knows the future it hides.
Only God knows your trials
Yuh see this thing call life?
It's see your benefit from birth, hoping you'd find your worth
It builds you from all those hurt.
Yuh see this thing call life, It closes and open curtains.
It's filled with uncertainty, burdens, birth and brutality
This thing call life this thing call choice.
These tyrants of men with fat belly eyes Infect our dreams.
Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises.
Who masterfully manipulated the hopes
Of a disappointed people,
And we the demented fools believed,
Believed with all our hearts,
That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads.
Of shiny gold.
And soon beneath a cool winter's sky
A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry,
as they try to swallow the world,
Their hidden hatred, faces within faces.
And we the blinkered fools cursed with forgetfulness,
Who are deaf to things we should know,
Lap their words up like sugary cream.
They'll make us giants again,
And we the superior idiots can sit and watch our enemies burn,
And only the treacherous will mourn,
We'll cheer and sing and guzzle gallons of freedom beer,
Nobody cares if the world is illusion, a facade for the gullible
And soon they'll be no truth but post truth,
Delivered by nasty little spirit men,
Who will cleanse the soul of history.
To make us believe that ignorance
And brutality diluted in a bath of bitter words,
Can restore the improbable dream of
A suburban utopia
We the trudging mass will accept,
As we always accept such things,
Warmed by a PR smile and saccharin sweetness of snake oil charm ,
And they will reduce us to dollar counters
Counting greasy money into greasy tills
And the fat will get fatter hiding their delight,
Behind sneering eyes,
And the only rest for a working man will be
The graveyard's soil
After a lifetime of Infinite toil,
Their victory is assured.
Wonder's Mother, Misery
Digging up the philosophical topic:
Disputing bliss as the ultimate state.
Argues that striving for worthy causes
is crucial to satisfaction.
Told as a narrative:
I settle for serenity before empathy emerges.
Fortune arrives! Freedom's apostle forsakes anguish
Gifted infinite Bliss, my solace destined deservedly
Stream of clarity meanders a universal language
Friction's absence nestles purity imperviously
Embalmed in Calm's acclaimed lake, swan flossed
Rythemical ripples push potent satisfaction
Praises recited by besotted Constancy credulous
echo honey hive hums of hexagonal exaction
Departing debaucherous City vividly abhorred
Putrid brutality writhes with tired rivalries
Beanstalk brings salvation, stem thrust forward
Garnered ease guarantees Eden's glories
Possessive Bliss demands spellbound devotion
Heaven threatened if Bliss discerns disloyalty
Clouds combine to combat empathy's erosion
Chastise my facile option of blind buoyancy
Fog's fugitives scowl at my serenity tenuous
Big top brandishing condemns complacency
Stampede creatures wet sterile to spectacle
Aloof cautions, storm's rampage prophesied
Thunder's scorn in boisterous cloud growls,
" Are your horizons devoid of curiousity?"
Lightning despises consolation Bliss allows
" Ventures usher insight, mishaps carve tenacity. "
My plaintive protest, " Bliss gives reality reprieve."
Vehement gust howls, " Glassy serenity smothers"
Truth edits template, discards denial' s dry leaves
" Necessary Misery is Wonder's Mother."
"Wonder's discoveries honour researchers who develop them
Trials and triumph craft tapestry immaculately woven
Showcased esteem denies distinction endless spectrum
Taunting tranquility extends pledges inevitably broken."
Narcotic Bliss persuades with privilege of inaction
Compassion scaffolds resilience duly collected
Pragmatic rain alerts to a pertinent maxim
Intrigue's face created by Misery's descendant
July 2020
Let us make the life colourful
piercing the gloom of heart and soul so's turn into bright
disrupting the sprees of bigotry ; stopping fight
which acts as sharp knife.
By spreading the morality of
life.
Let them come where the stream of love
has been flowing, end of all grief and pain
The air where the free will flow
and the humanity they will
gain;
I am bold enough to take a promise
to make the world wonderful and
root out corruption and
brutality.
I will create such a world
where the monsters will not strive
each and all will be happy
dominated by compassion
sympathetic enough to
live.
Peace and tranquility will flow
in each and every field
with the melodious tune of
shepherd fife
The end of the hatred and the jealousy
by my power and
whip.
Control and power that's its intention
Goodness is its mask, all a part of it deception
World domination its only desire
Its sweet alluring words, have never failed to inspire
Generations have heeded its false prayer
Confront it, or accuse it, no one would dare
They prey on the weak, and exploit the poor
Sweet talk their way in, Slam behind them the door
Instead of one step forward, they take 10 back
Any sign advancement they blindly attack
They say they protect the oppressed and meager
When it comes to killing people, they are way too eager
They celebrate when they kill a single adversary
Even if his taken along with a hundred babies in a nursery
They have a warped sense of morality
All they comprehend is subjugation, and brutality
Why can't they be normal? Don't they have a sense of reality?
I'm also a Muslim its peace I believe
Can't understand how these people, the devil has deceived
I grasp that homeland needs to be defended
But not at the expense of my religion, it needs to be respected
One life taken, is as if all of humanity has been killed
There's no heaven for these murderous people,
If even one innocents heart, they have stilled
It saddens me when I see, a mother cry, a child weep
All went shopping, their blood now flowing in the street
A grandfather's sadness, a husband's pain
Happiness and love, they'll never see again
They're bullies in a playground, blight on what's right
If ever I had the chance, I would shoot them on site
Against all that's good, these enemies of mankind,
Not all Muslims are like them, wake up, and don’t be blind.
All faiths have the extremism cancer, Islam isn’t the only one…
The only way to beat them is if we RISE UP AS ONE!!!!
Amidst intense bullet rain
A little scavenger came to collect casings
Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket.
Tanks arriving from the city,
The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people—
Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes.
The wound of losing colleagues
People who easily forget, take action
The olive-green clad trusted ones take action.
Those whom people consider dearest
The last refuge for justice in times of distress.
Against the people of the entire world
Their own declaration of war—
In their consideration, everyone is a fascist, an accomplice.
Actually, everyone is a fascist
Mad for power
The goal of all rulers is one: the throne.
Essentially, the throne is a virus,
Spreading through veins, everywhere
From one body to another, from city to village
Among rich and poor, people of all religions.
Bullets run out, bullets are reloaded
The youth who falls lifeless from a bullet
He never returns.