Long Crime Poems
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Then Pilot said, “I have questioned this man called Jesus,
But I could not find him culpable of a Roman crime.
So, I sent him north to be judged by Herod Antipas
Who is Tetrarch of Galilee at this time.
But Herod too, could find no fault with him.
So, I will free your rabbi Jesus after my guards have scourged him.”
“NO! NO!” clamored the Jewish leaders standing before him.
“If you release this blasphemer, you are no friend of us or Caesar.
By Roman law, he who declares himself king, rebels against your Emperor.”
Pilate pondered this and said, “Is it not your custom at this time of year
That one Jewish prisoner be freed and released back to you here?”
“THEN, FREE BARRABAS,” barked Caiaphas, high priest of the Jews,
While surrounded by dozens of the Pharisees he used
To shadow and entrap the man said to be the ‘King of Jews.’
And the crowd clamored, “YES! YES! FREE BARRABAS! BRING HIM HERE!”
“But what should I do with your rabbi Jesus standing here,
Whom some of you have called your Christ”? Pilate queried.
“CRUCIFY HIM!” retorted Caiaphas, and the crowd loudly agreed.
Whereupon Pilate placed his hands into a shallow basin among the shelves,
Washed his hands in water before the crowd, lifted them up so all could see,
Smirked and said, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. See to it yourselves.”
Maria’s kiss lit a fuse,
That Thomas never knew he had.
Now the fuse runs fast,
Through the heart of a man gone mad.
Derrick’s death was bitter,
And Thomas’ heart ran sour.
His head was quickly spinning,
As he drove for half an hour.
He made it to the plains,
Where he planned to drop them both,
But his fire turned to frost,
When he heard the cars approach.
“Where you going, stranger,
In such a mighty rush?”
The lawman rudely squinted,
Suspecting beer or drugs.
Thomas drew his Luger —
The officer fell quick.
He hit the cold, hard ground,
As Thomas’ blood ran thick.
Thomas missed the other pigs,
Who saw the nasty crime.
They blew through the windowpane,
And Thomas passed the line.
Nobody deserves death,
But those who play with life.
No one should lose that light,
Until god’s given time.
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It`s time to stop the killing of the innocent man
to make a better world we must do all that we can
the future can be brighter if we just realise
that we are all equal in the jahovias eyes
its time to stop the children dying from starvation
me no care if it costs one hundred thousand million
how can you let the people live their lifes in such a way
i get down on my knees to Jah and this is what i say
it`s time that the kings and queens and governments are gone
the way in which you run this world is definitley wrong
you give the people sadness through your war and your crime
you had your chance you took, the gold & now its our time..
Michael Conley,(Song writer) Pupa Santa ( Lyrical performer) Paddy Anselm (Performer/Producer/Technition)
INSTUMENT OF JAH (UK)
Favorite.. music lyrics .
Sponsor Chris Matt. Written and contributed by M. Conley.
When yesterday's hearts live alone.
It's hard to not just turn to stone.
How long can you live without love?
And depend on strength from up above.
You didn't know when you saw her smile.
That your hearts desire was in denial.
As years would change your mirrors reflection.
And you'd wake one day to pure rejection.
There's no one near to soothe the pain.
To dry your tears from all the rain.
The aftermath of calculations.
The futile formula of failed relations.
Something inside will not let go.
Something I think only hearts know.
An endless ache that defies all sense.
A life long lived upon that fence.
Maybe (someday) has come and gone
When hope is lost in the new dawn.
For opportunity has left.
A broken heart that's now bereft.
Is there a way to solve this crime?
When there's no reason to the rhyme.
And love is lost beyond belief.
And leaves you with this endless grief.
Note: Another one from the sad sack hotel. :) (the hospital) :) <3
I'm so sick and tired of police brutality;
Incidents after incidents of racist White cops
Brutally beating up or killing
Yet another Black person, guilty of a crime
Or not. Mind you, these incidents still occur
All over America, despite well-documented
Torture and murder of George Floyd,
In broad daylight. A shocking, senseless crime
That sparked outrage, condemnation
And cavalcade of protests the world over.
Yet it's as if it was all in vain!
White cops violently targeting Black people
Still saturate the media. Will this madness
Ever end? The punishment
For their obvious felonies is...wait for it...
"Paid leave pending an investigation"
Huh? What investigation?
And why are they still getting paid
When they ought to be fired, ASAP?
It's an outrage!
"O" Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Outrage
Date written: 09/24/2021
Three months went pass uneasy.
My feelings for him has not lessen any.
Never dare to dream of being his bf or gf,
Just a simple fun loving relationship.
Yet, he was so mean, could not afford it.
One day, on a warm sunny afternoon,
One Thursday, all of a sudden,
His hobo figure slowly approaches,
Along and under the street treelines.
It was rather quite late for him,
Since his 2nd home closed 20 minutes ago and
It was just a stone throw away.
Any way, without any reasons,
I turned around and stood next to the bus stop post,
I almost freeze when he slowly walked pass me.
I had no idea if he recognised me,
Part of me wanted to turn around,
But another part I felt stiffen in my legs,
I just stood there and tried not to think or feel,
Why couldn't I treat him like any other strangers?
Why didn't I take the chance to confront him?
To tell him, I still have feelings for him,
Never wanted to hurt him,
I still helped him secretly, but
I also hated him for hurting me and causing me sufferings.
Then, before I knew it,
It was all over within a minute.
However, on the next morning,
My messages via Conversation had two ticks.
Which meant he read it.
It might be too late,
I have done everything I could.
He did not help me to help him.
His stupidity attitude harm him.
I committed no crime in having feelings for him,
So why did he punish me cruelly?
I broke few hearts after refusing five proposals,
But I had always been nice to them as good friends.
Not one single thing I told him about me was untrue.
But you did not appreciated any way.
Why bother to raise awareness of injustice,
When he also practice it to hurt others.
We take care of the tenants in the buildings where we work everyday
but the owners can't seem to comprehend that we don't make enough pay
as porters, handymen, supers and those who man the front doors
we're just trying to survive in a city which we can no longer afford
We mop their floors, walk their dogs and taxis for them we procure
we fix their sinks, deal with their trash and do so much more
we're not asking for a lot but what they want to give us is a crime
we're just trying to live in the city of which we devote our time
Born and bred New Yorkers or Immigrants from every country
we work hard at our jobs and deserve decent salaries
we came with a contract proposal that was justified and fair
they then came back with some bull s*#t with figures from out of the air
Living in the city in the midst of the struggle and strife
living in the city we're just trying to build a life
doing the best we can with what little we have got
it's now time for the RAB Board to get up off the money pot
Living in the city just raising our families
living in the city with sub par salaries
to the RAB Board we don't want to hear any more of your hype
do the right thing or 32BJ will definitely call a strike
At first it appeared nothing was wrong,
But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor
Then more bullets were found scattered nearby
A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked to the floor.
Through the door you could see a wizened foot,
A body beneath a dirty bloody bullet riddled blanket in the other room.
It was easy to elicit that this was a murder scene, brutal and stark!
Undeniably mordacious was the sign on the wall:
Welcome to 'Home Sweet Home'.
To loiter any longer at the scene was dangerous for me.
Perhaps the killer was hiding nearby?
Perhaps someone would see me there at the scene of the crime?
Perhaps I would be accused of the crime, if I reported it?
So I quickly looked to see if I had left any trace of me at the scene.
I looked around to see if any one was watching.
The 'coast was clear' and so I quietly and hastily got the hell out of there.
A trifle risky to flee the crime scene,
But it's done and dusted, my fate is sealed, I hope that my flight begets no regrets.
Streets littered with white paper sheets
Printed with the ink of black missing kids
Floating through the air desperate to find somebody who cares
Empty are the streets, just like their parents home
Awaiting the day they'll be reunited with their beloved children
Authorities won't listen
Not one eye lid batted
They look the black parents in the eye feeling joy from their sadness
And as cold as ice say their kids disappearance doesn't matter
They claim they've probably run away
That attention is what they want
So they won't feed into their kids 'temper tantrum'
Then to sprinkle salt into the wound
They claim the town has been much quieter
I didn't know that it was a crime for children to play
But then again when you're a black kid innocence doesn't really matter
Last week they stated BLACK LIVES MATTER
Then again it would be naive to believe
That a system built after slavery
Would care to 'serve and protect' black people
Maybe there is a reason to their indifference
Their ability to lack sympathy
Maybe just maybe
They're the reason the black kids went missing