Long Genocide Poems
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In the street people scream and shout then Bang bang a shot rings out
Dead on the ground lies an innocent child
Murdered in a country that's gone wild
Protesters in masks their faces they hide
Shouting about a genocide
They say that the Protest are peaceful and they just scream and shout
So why do they celebrate when the gun shots ring out.
Our government are afraid of these people and let the violence persist
And if we speak out against them we are labelled as racist
We can not fly our flag or they are ripped down and taken away
And arrested for what we write on social media for the things we say
Freedom of speech is not permitted and you cannot pray in your head
But the worst thing is to speak out against
Them you just might end up Dead.
human and sex trafficking
acts of genocide
discrimination, racism spreading
far and wide
basic human rights constantly violated
but that's not the world my God created
the Omnipotent Omniscient
Omnipresent God
who for us
has much love in His heart
for God sees, God knows
and God cares
His grace and mercy extended
to everyone everywhere
past sins are shattered
by God's grace
for we're never utterly cast down
In disgrace
yes we mess up
again and again
but God looks beyond our faults
and us He amends
the Omnipotent Omniscient
Omnipresent God
who for us
has much love in His heart
for God sees God knows
and God cares
His grace and mercy extended
to everyone everywhere
God examines hearts
He searches within
He does not hold us hostage
for our past sins
A powerful all knowing God
who is everywhere
loves us unconditionally
He sees He knows
and yes He cares
So let go of acts of evil
come with unwavering brotherly love
simply remember we're all covered
by the sacrificial blood
my Omnipotent Omniscient
Omnipresent God
who for us has much love in His heart
for God sees God knows
and God' cares
His grace and mercy extended
to everyone everywhere
My Omnipotent Omniscient
Omnipresent God
who for us has much love In His heart
For God sees God knows
and God cares
His grace and mercy extended
to everyone everywhere
the Omnipotent Omniscient
Omnipresent God
who for us has much love in His heart
for God sees God knows
and yes God does cares
His grace and mercy extended
to everyone everywhere
Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate
The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb that is dropped, they all cheer
The Parties all do it together
Jews and gentiles sign-off on the funds
Together with makers of weapons
we all pay for the bullets and guns
America’s funding a genocide
our Senators and Reps have no shame
As the people pay all of the taxes
together we share all the blame
Netanyahu, a villain and killer
has a bank that’s called US of A
Anytime that he wants to kill Gazans
AIPAC’s ready with money to play
As for Schumer, he has in his pocket
Booker, Jeffries and Torres and more
It is why he keeps running for office
to keep Israel funded for war
Now the Trumps plan a new Riviera
by Republicans they will be led
With American taxpayer money
they will build it on all of the dead
Freedom is a word of refuge
for those in power
it languishes on the horizon
like a star you can't touch
desired and beautiful in its glorious glow
it manifests itself in the mind and heart
as a golden treasure
yet,
shabby and torn
like a wishful dream, that's never found
by those whose bodies are trampled
and left by the wayside
whether it is through genocide
or slavery
as payment for even breathing in its air
never to know its tender touch
Freedom has two worlds
separate and apart
yet, joined
one of light, one of dark
how freedom is seen or felt
depends on which of its realms
you live in
3/21/22
contest Freedom
The dim past houses warriors of yesterday
whose lachrymose trail of tears
continue to whet the sympathy of one diehard
dilettante commissar born and bred
upon the soil those indigenous Tribes
(with that ill-fitting misnomer of noble savages)
left their legendary mythic and epic legions of prowess
yet fell prey to a mightier force
whereby treasonous treaties played on innocence and naiveté
interestingly and ironically enough memorializing such mighty peoples
thru place names and sports teams
which patronage ranks as mere condescension
and barely compensates for compensation and vindication
for genocide plus gross mistreatment and sacrilege
of token Native American remnants
corralled on dirt poor reservations
still evoking the tormented ghosts of a forgotten time.
The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
The tale of the sinister Prime Minister of Israel
Latest eruption but your corruption will not avail
Wiles and guile on trial as does rile and defile
Knows if loses his job..without fail going to jail
Beyond the pale conned so can derail & impale
With war crimes of such scale no comeback trail
Lebanon carry on in his coffin will be the final nail
Political suicide Persian incursion Gaza genocide
Should be tried lied about Iran as folks fried died
Benjy the truth denied said plied with Israeli pride
Ghoulish prankster & foolish gangster can't hide
Missiles flied but hard as he's tried end of the ride
All did begin with Benjamin chagrin making a din
But his entire liar empire on fire torched from within
Every debauched sin held to account no more spin
No matter colour of skin Zionist zealot plot must bin
Burn Benjy burn return to concern about kindred & kin
The Netanyahu retinue in full view cannot continue
What will he do well facts & pacts will skew & slew
Vicious acts hate does imbue pernicious plans pursue
Will still spew discerning they're now turning the screw
Critics form a queue too late your fate coming for you
Will rue the wars he does renew well let him fret and stew
Always biffing and tiffing like he's been sniffing some glue
Because boo hoo after another boo-boo you're in poo
Phew and about time too..
Christopher Colombus- Celebrating Genocide
You stepped foot on the birth canal of my ancestors,
pure, sacred, loved.
you smiled.. proceeded with greed.
your civilization like disease.
my people soon were infected
your protest to "civilize" a free nation took flight on the wings of a lie.
you told us were sent by a god.
this god, we wondered, why did he send you to destroy us?
haven't you said he was holy?
haven't you said he was your creator like tunkasila was ours?
yet you take his name and use it for power.
you believe in your great father and all that he says is right,
does he teach you genocide? massacre?
your attempt to destroy a humble people's heart failed.
although you have spilled the blood of my ancestors and forced your beliefs in front of ours
my blood flows far.
i have descended from struggles and will persevere through the desolate world you have created.
while americans celebrate your name,
i believe it is an injustice.
for they too, live in lies.
Not i. Not i who was beaten, belittled, threatened, torn, cursed, stolen.
Oh no, not i.
I stand in the land of my people as Oglala Lakota, proud, humble and heavy hearted.
for the day has yet to come where our home,
mother earth, will be reconnected with the many souls that harvested it,
loved it and praised it in thankfulness and with all honesty.
Christopher Columbus,
on the day your name is celebrated for taking our home,
i hang my head,
in my many days...
your day has never been and will never be,
a good day to die.
-Isabelle Brave Heart, Oglala Lakota
They call me Brave Heart
Not because of my courage but because it is my last name
And not because I "like" Mel Gibson that much but because it is
how I was raised.
Half black and native girl raised on the Reservation
With the beautiful people of The Oglala Lakota Nation.
Two times their tone
as a dark girl among Natives I was taught to hold my own.
You see it is the two worlds that brought me light
And it is my last name that gives me the strength to fight.
They call me Brave Heart
Like the beat of a drum
And the hold of a knot, my destiny cannot be undone.
High centered in between
A mixture of African decent and Indigenous being.
I see the greater picture
And I write the words to my own scripture.
I feel the power of my ancestors blood through my veins
And I scream out their existence in my last name. LILILILILILI
I was shackled and beaten as my African mothers
And I share in the pain of the slave trade with my sisters and brothers
Our truths will prevail through HIStory,
And we will restore our Ancestors glory.
They call me Brave Heart
But my skin and biracial split aren't what separate me from the rest
I just know that born into this life I am blessed
I am grateful for those who fought for me and our bloodline to pull through
And I am here today to fight for them too.
You cannot defeat those who are not afraid to die,
And you cannot fool those who see through lies.
Although we were hit with everything from slavery to genocide
they could still never kill Our Native and Black pride.
We know exactly who we are
Because the blood in us proves our ancestors pushed us far.
It is not over for us
We have refilled our cup,
So no matter how much you knock us down we will
Stand back up.
They call us Brave Hearts.
Akiza - a war cry used to celebrate the spirit of our ancestors and their fight- LILILILILI
An unsavory man from Montreal
squatted in dim lit cafes
writing of the pain of love
a charlatan
he was the darker lovely dove
he inhaled the smoke of Satan
he sang to the devils army
purist of evil
his grave a urinal
to be used, over and over
his words knelt like prayers
and rose like knives.
Thinning morals
he possesses zero virtue
just a shadow
of the fires down below
he sings for the child killers
the thieves and robbers of the land
he chants of love, he means rape
for those not of his blend
his wishes burnt under
hidden flames of hostility
He may dress in rags
he may play the victim
in the end though
he will burn your flesh
a sacrifice
then he will call you his fool
he sang for genocide
not for the goyim half wit
Dead, he is dead
angels he will never see