Long Deterrence Poems
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Diplomacy can be a fig leaf for surrender
A wolf agrees to postpone the dismember
If you want peace, prepare for war
Peacetime is what aggressors use it for.
Countries have interests, leaders have ambitions
For some expansion is a holy mission.
Cost and benefits, incentives and deterrents
Under peaceful oceans can be riptide currents.
The Sioux were promised sacred ground,
But promises became vapor when gold was found
The ink had faded, land was cleaved,
Were they fools when they believed?
Chamberlain’s last words were “if only Hitler hadn’t lied”
But Hitler did, and millions died
Dictators arm, they probe, they strike when strong
When goals conflict with oaths, words don’t last long.
The U.S. and North Vietnam signed the Paris accord
but no strength to back it, we dropped the sword.
Our resentful congress cut off army aid
The North swept into the vacuum congress made
Israel and Hezbollah signed a document
The Jihadis would stay far, but close they went
they dug tunnels under the Galilee
Jews left when they knew no safety guarantee.
North Korea vowed it would refrain
From forging bombs yet forged again.
They brandished missiles, filled their store:
Their final ace was nuclear war.
Russia and the U.S. and U.K. did assure
Just give Russia your nukes, their motives are pure
a treaty sold to Ukraine as preventing invasion
Then missiles hit cities and warfare is raging.
Like snow in the sun, words transpire
Melt away when the stakes grow dire.
A promise, a pact, a solemn vow—
Not many stand unbroken now.
Written By: D. Collins 3/21/25
The essence of poetry is expressing one's mind.
Able to freeze what's happening at that given time.
Everything seen and heard in the course of a day.
Should be scrolled on paper or digital highway.
Each life experience is a lesson to be taught.
To teach generations to follow the safest route.
It is a good thing in momentarily stopping time.
To document misgivings for deterrence down the line.
A Tribal Tricolour President
Welcome Lady President of hills
Unknown to world; till other day
Miracles happen in a flash
Just as Draupadi in Mahabharat
Madam Draupadi enters Raisina hills
Leaving tribal land to adorn a royal
Throne in Rashtrapathi Bhavan
Reserved for First Citizen of India
Dedication and noble services
Is all she needed; to be airborne
Conviction with determination
Put her flight right on the Milky Way
Challenges, tragedies, hardships
Deterrence: none a set back
Sincerity, simplicity to the core
Only service to community held
Background didn’t matter;
Neither skin, nor colour nor race
The wicked folks did despise her
But patriots all put their hands up
She was picked by a Shepherd PM
And murmurs happened aplenty
Yet Murmu was peoples choice
And rest is all history now!
Across a nation of divine beliefs
She meant a lot to her tribe; yet
Her country needs her most
To make all traitors shy away
The First Lady is calm, collected
Full of promise and intellect
With fair and firm reflections
Imposing, confident and loving
A lady as Supreme Commander
Meteoric is her rise to fame
Big, brave and beautiful as ever
Her journey was that of Comet!
I am nothing and I am common
Does doing something new means a difference?
Becoming well known and uncommon
Perhaps an only lifetime were meant for deterrence
If we climb we will fall
No going about any other way
Why do we ask for more?
Is it because... we cannot find the way?
We listen and we try to follow
Are we not listening to oneself hard enough?
If we're listening... why isn't the bad we borrow?
Is it cause the good in us all will people laugh?
I will not run... I will confront
I will not hide... I will dispose
Living means only... never done
Trying only means... never close
Have I done something to make a difference?
When I did... do I become uncommon?
Is there a whole world to make that interference?
When nothing I am... only to be common
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.
With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
Intentional extension of potential paths provoke
Libidinous grasping of bliss platter's swift revoke
Elysium eviction accepts anguish for apple crisp taste
Impaired paradise jags a vagabond, journey's ardour
Want stimulates striving, stiff splinter of suffered strappado
Harvest achieved after toil has farmer famished
Indebted unto a sliding spiral, subsided vanquish
Sacrilege accounts for devious mortals' imminent waste
Pain prescribed for impiety wraps breath in challenge
Embarrassed to decay, by greedy big ego enchanted
Rid of Eden's pardon, shield of shame, always disgraced
22nd October
Transgressions
Obstruct Heaven
Tread not on me, brother!
To live is to expand.
Deterrence! Slay the Other!
Cold core countermand!
Boots a-click-clack, cobblestone.
Midnight raid and how!
Help the boy to hold his own!
Sacred, O my cow!
Written in the ancient s blood?
Time to cause a flood!
Rill and river, ricin, rud!
Break, fade, flash, firewood!
Bats before the bayonets?
Batons too can kill.
Settle in before she sets?
Providence, thy will.
Wild as any modern force?
Stranger than the sea?
Shift, O river, from thy course?
Not the likes of me!
Covert action! Civilize!
Cut them down to size!
Aim for whites of foemen eyes!
Dare to criticize?
Thunder, roll o'er city street!
Alarums to ring!
Riot team, best ye complete!
Jerk them on the string!
Silent aftermath, thy path.
Kingdom, how ye grew.
Pour out poison on the math!
Hope, need talking to...
the Voice of a Shadowed Engineer
They speak of missiles,
as if war is still waged with fire.
But in the hush of midnight laboratories,
beneath the quartz veins of the Tianshan mountains,
we built something else—
not a weapon, but a whisper in the void,
a force that listens, waits, and then erases.
It is not housed in silos.
It does not roar, it hums—
a low frequency beyond mortal ears,
woven into the satellite web,
stitched into the veins of sky
where no radar sees,
no treaty binds,
and no invader returns.
Project Tianlong-7—
they called it “Red Silence.”
An orbital phantom,
part machine, part mind,
it breathes in electromagnetic fields,
feeds on kinetic algorithms,
and learns with each sun that sets over the Pacific.
We did not test it on Earth.
Earth is too fragile.
Instead, we simulated Armageddon
a thousand times in mirrored dimensions.
Each simulation—
NATO crumbled in six minutes,
carrier fleets turned to drifting metal ghosts,
cities never lit, never died, only paused.
The West flaunts doctrine,
but we embedded prophecy in code.
While they debated sanctions,
we mapped quantum corridors
and cloaked our arsenal in gravitational silence.
You cannot strike what you cannot see.
You cannot stop what activates before your thought.
We have already mapped your launches,
before you even plan them.
We know your detonation points,
your false flags,
your chatter beneath the Atlantic.
And when the dragon wakes,
its wings will not fan fire—
they will extinguish it.
For China does not need to invade.
It simply needs to disable.
One flash in the ionosphere,
and your grids sleep—forever.
You speak of war.
We speak of consequence.
We are not racing the West.
We are waiting for it to collapse
under the weight of its own bravado.
This is not warfare.
This is final deterrence,
written in the language of silence,
from the belly of the ancient future.
We have no need to roar.
We have already won
without firing a single visible shot.
If it were to be foe, I could bear it; He was my friend;
Why should he betray me? In public that too; at the end;
I kept him aside like a bone separated from meat,
Avoided the rarest of places where our shadows might meet...!
Public bus burning case of nineteen seventy seven,
Had peculiar facts and fancies fermenting like leaven;
My sister and brother-in-law had engulfed by fire,
Leaving their only son survived of all dangers dead-dire...!
Those survived, like the escapees of great Titanic wreck,
Claimed for compensations; wherein my nephew, little speck;
With me, as his advocate sought his mother's ornaments,
To give him as right of inheritance and sentiments...!
My friend, defendant, established as though it's an urchin's,
No doubt, our relation, like drought-cracked earth, got deterrence;
I worked hard to look-after my nephew; to make him great,
He's an entrepreneur now; I felt, I had won my fate...!
I wanted to know, why my friend did it for me; for what?
You are always for your nephew - he said- who is for that...
Friendship should be understood as loving service he said,
I understood; cried and embraced him; all differences shred...!
Could I call this forgiveness, yet? No. This, indeed, is love.
Has loving my friend, any limit? Love comes from above;
Giving and taking and supposed agape has its limit,
Doesn't forgiveness of less forgiven cross all summit...?
03 July 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
A sadness appears
on the face of a nation
as tears fall like rivers a’flow
Midst rubble and death
with dreams slowly shattered,
where blood coats the fields draped in snow
So gallant they stand
to the war machine charging,
a serpent of heartless desire
Their bravery shines
like the flames unrelenting,
their world inundated with fire
A leader’s decree,
there shall be no surrender,
our lives will remain on this ground
Till peace be our prize,
with defeat not an option,
eternal this courage is found
A formidable foe,
bearing breath of a dragon,
deterrence shall not be thy gain
With strength one and all,
we shall battle this demon
for we are as one, oh Ukraine