Long Genocide Poems
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Mexico claims part of Texas as its own
Calls to invade the Lone Star State have lately grown
Long-time Texans can hardly believe their ears
This issue has been decided for many years
But on Christmas night, Mexican gangs
roamed Texan border towns, seeking Texans to hang
They killed 2,000, then raped some more
took others hostage, about twelve score
Joe B., furious, ordered an all-out assault
He'd show those Mexicans who was at fault
Not so fast, progressive Democrats said
There was 'context' to the border assault, and the 2,000 dead
In fact, the Mexicans were the unlucky victims of systemic racism
not to mention decades of oppression and neo-colonialism
Since the 1850's the Mexicans had suffered, the Left said
'Twas a heinous crime for 'Genocide Joe' to kill them dead
So, Joe B. caved, and gave the 'conquistadores' their reward
Over their new border inside Texas, all their 'amigos' poured...
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
“Well, Dad, I’m off to good old Princeton, the college of our dreams”
“Yes, son, won’t be long and you’ll be Vice-President of my corporate team”
"So, son, are you taking any business courses this semester?”
“Well, Dad, I thought I’d give that Princeton tiger a test or --
you know, get my required courses out of the way first”
“I see, my son, I see. So what’ll it be: English, Physics, trigonometry?”
“Well, Dad, actually it’s everyone’s favorite class on campus”
“In what discipline, son? In what field?”
“Well, Dad, it’s in anthropology”
“Anthropology? Why, that’s for stoned-out freaks who hang around the Plaza”
“Well, Dad, not really. Um, er... It's #1 in popularity.
-- It’s a course on the intersection of gender studies
~ and the genocide in Gaza”
(Gulping): “Son, can you describe the contents of this ‘campus favorite’ to me?”
“Well, Dad: ‘Drawing on decolonial, indigenous and feminist thought, we examine
how genocidal projects target reproductive life, sexual and familial structures, and
community survival.”**
“Gadzooks! Guess you won’t be needing my old beaver coat at Princeton. Heh-heh… Now tell
me, son: How is this intersectional genocide course gonna pay for the mortgage and groceries
at all?”
“Well, Dad ~ Isn’t that YOUR JOB, old buddy, old pal?”
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** Taken verbatim from an article on Princeton by Peter D'Abrosca of Fox News, today's date.
You were just cockroaches, not people at all.
The young men stare at the genocide perpetrator.
It was our teaching, we were taught to maim and kill you.
You were cockroaches. Three orphans tried to understand.
In April 1994 a million people were killed in Rwanda,
Because they were the minority. Unarmed women and children, slaughtered.
By machetes and steel-nailed clubs called “no mercy”.
Twenty-five years later three young men meet one of the perpetrators.
The perpetrator asks for forgiveness yet he gave no mercy.
The three orphans have healed through the art of photography.
They were taken in to an orphanage run by Ros Carr, age eighty-two.
She welcomed David Jiranek, who taught the orphans photography.
They were eight, nine and ten, and they were lost, saddened by sorrow.
Photography showed them a way to express themselves; it was cathartic.
One of the orphans said “I realized then that I mattered.”
These three were able to document their stories.
They are now sitting under a tree, listening to one of the perpetrators.
He had spent fifteen years in prison for his crimes.
They have found humanity that was lost to them, but now is found.
Forgiveness in another step in their healing process to wholeness.
Free west Papua
There is a quite genocide
Is hidden from the view
Is rare on our popular media
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow
Oh free west Papua
As you a human
So they are too
Love we need not war
Free west Papua
The killing is high
Some where in Asia
Blacks as we are called
Our life in west Papua
Right in Indonesia
Means less than a human
Yet
Is hidden from the view
Is rare on our popular media
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow
Oh free west Papua
As you a human
So they are too
Love we need not war
Free west Papua
There is a man I don't know his name
There is a woman I don't know her
Name
There is a boys and girls even kids
There name I don't know
In west Papua
They lay to rest in peace
As no voice voice not
About the curse of there death
It still on even till now
As human minus is like
A trend from hate over there
Oh is a shame
yet
Is hidden from our view
Is rare on our popular media
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow
Oh free west Papua
As you a human
So they are too
Love we need not war
Free west Papua
I meet a refugee family
from west
Papua
There grief makes me ask
What happen to the heart of
Men in this beautiful planet
We are all human yet in west
Papua souls rot to dead by hate
Still yet and yet this calamity
Is hidden from our view
Is rare on our popular media
Is like no help for this people
As they are been slaughtered
Like there is no tomorrow
Oh free west Papua
As you a human
So they are too
Love we need not war
Tribute to the lost victims of west
Papua
Richard Nnoli
This is the first day, January 01, 2020. It will never pass this way again. Yet in far too many countries, it is being denied, threatened and abolished. Crowds of people have taken to the streets. Many females have been raped. Many freedom demonstrators have imprisoned, The have sacrificed their lives and exchanged it for honorable causes. They have been beaten and tortured in heinous ways. Which would even make Middle ages tortures smile. The Nazis would have smiled and continued their genocide of Jews, and others.
Yet these countries, which oppress their own people, tend to successfully spread it. To peace loving and freedom followers beyond their own boundaries.'
While the rest of the world witness it on television sharing it also on internet social media. These warmongers threatened other nations, who would like to become involved. Freedom is precious jewel. God created his people to be free! Man is involved in both oppression and annulation of his fellow members of the human race.
Freedom is a candle in the wind. It flickers and lingers. Than war lords blow the candle of freedom, justice, and liberty out! Freedom is call of desperation of multitudes of individuals'. "Be not deceived. God is not mocked. What ever a man sows, he will also reap." Yes, according to God Almighty, they will reap the bitter harvest. "What shall a man give in exchange for his own soul?" The Nero's, and the Nazis are burning in the bottomless pits of hell fire and brimstone. These modern and contemporizes will soon be joining them. It is
according to God, and not me!
What price freedom? Mankind's souls are imprisoned by dark forces. People do not war against flesh. They war against evil and principalities. They war against the forces of Satan and his demonic hoard. The only guaranteed freedom rest securely in the hands of the Son of Man and the Son of God. Jesus Christ is the way, the truth and the life of everlasting life.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
the vanishing
My fingers itch to write, not about the moon
is a balloon, the title of David Nivens book
if you remember, he was the first James Bond
I refuse to turn on the news, a big ship is
in trouble, setting to sea in stormy weather
on the coast of Norway to give amateur
sailors a thrill and upset stomachs
I have read the news in one of Britain's most
famous newspaper, Palestine wants NATO
to protect them, NATO says they can't because
Palestine is not a member of the alliance
although they bombed Libya, mainly for as
the USA said, fighting for freedom
the genocide will be complete when children
are murdered, if anyone is left, they will be
a curiosity and the Israeli of the quaint people
who used to live there, goat herders that
believed in a false religion called Islam
His Spirit moves over me as I see
Something that could be good, will depeople
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
Not only will this cost pass on to states
God who loves earth how long will you abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide
We won't be fit for the kingdom of God
This nation is to be an example
My tax dollars will go for genocide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
If we do good, centuple blessings come
When we do bad, God's grace can not abide
Lord have mercy on this very great people
My tax dollars will go for genocide
(First attempt at Mirrored Refrain..Thank you Jared for the challenge..Not an entry in the
contest.)
Toys in the bloody
Dirty and occupied streets
Children are screaming.
Babies are cold dead
B 1 Planes are bombarding
Poor dead civilians!
Bloody streets
It is Hell on Earth
No Heaven.
Human beings
Are cruel and sinful
Genocide!
No Justice
No peace on poor Earth
And no love.
Dead babies
Premature angels
Where is God?
Hospitals
Many dead toddlers
And mothers.
United
Nations are guilty
Weak and poor.
Censorship
Journalists are muzzled
And killed.
Democrats
Please wake up right now
To exhale.
Jo cannot
Silence the good Poets
In action.
No conscience
No humanity
And no love.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
I can't help my humanity..At the genocide and death spree's
I see.!
My mind and emotions, based I suppose? No I know! in the
1970s.!
It seemed better then?
In the towns i knew on sundays quiet.' 7 out of ten, people
On Sunday went to church, then i can't deny it.'
If i start being honest, it was that way.! In the Australia of
My younger days no riots'
And now there is turmoil; and house prices high, and the
Mediums brought con-vid many are injured and die.'
Innocent people..God who only wanted to pro-tect
The elderly and neighbors, i just feel such regret.'
I felt in my heart a stirring and in my mind there was quiet
I got an answer.' One word innocents..' Then He said do not
Deny it.' Many innocents are murdered before they see
Light of day!! And just who are guilty? up to nine months.? Am I
Right?? What do you say? You rememberd early on when Christianity was
Strong..Yes some were unworthy.' Yet evil was not encouraged this
Strong now there is war on your streets.' For far banal evil was
Embraced Godlessnes became lauded..Now the end draws apace!
And you know you are guilty.' You are all none without excuse.!
Bloodletters and defilers who parade sins most aloof. With no cease'
So get ldown on your knees.' Do not ask Me again!! about the Truth .' instead go and
Speak now of Jesus..' (to all enemies and friends!)