Long Infamy Poems
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Liberty Hall
The halls are packed with Liberty,
She cries FREEDOM on the streets.
The halls are packed with Liberty,
The children forgo their sweets.
Let's have a Ball
Smash and grab, fire asunder
Take what you can, who cares!
Come on people, lets' plunder,
Don't worry about the stares.
It's your Call
Hey coppers, we're over here,
What are you going to do in blue?
Like Goliath you have the spear
But we have our stones too.
England's Fall
Forever England, forever scarred,
A scared community up in arms,
Houses burnt, vehicles charred,
Come citizens, sound the alarm.
Murdered All
Standing up for justice,
Protecting innocent blood,
"That's when the motorist
Ran them over m'lud".
England's Rise
To arms people of England
And bring your brooms to sweep
Up those in the gutter and
Take them off to the Keep
It's Our Call
We'll clear our streets of chard
Of glass and wash away the blood.
We know that recession hits you hard
And poverty's doors opened the flood.
The PM's Call
To those of you who caused this pain
I say to you again and again;
"We shall seek you out, bang on your door
To prison you'll go and join the score."
The Rioters Ball.
To the party the hoodies went
Headline news and infamy gained,
Lusted and busted, their energy spent
Their futures ordained and chained.
Whitehall
The doors of power convened in suit
And Judgement Day sprang to life.
Murmurings and guffaws of repute
Resonated like Churchillian days of rife.
The vulgar obtain
degrees in sophistication,
the sophisticated study vulgarity.
Mice dress like men,
and rats lead the wolves.
No one is happy with their lot,
that allotment given, or taken away,
that political lottery that none win.
Can we shed our skins, like serpents
shuck this old-time corrupted living,
rinse away the sludge of
an untold history?
The bells no longer ring
in small town churches,
where the average
meet
to understand our
showboating American God.
Razzamatazz glitters on,
illuminating the homeless
as they shop for gold teeth,
for it is good to smile and shine,
when left behind,
under the cold,
cold, floodlight of fame and infamy.
On all these battlefields, shrill howls,
Corpses riddled with rotting bullets,
Abandoned tanks on fire,
Under this black sky of mourning, where death makes its home.
Where love has vanished from all these hearts darkened by hatred and greed,
the henchmen of the furnaces of hell express and realize all their fantasies.
Torn by the cries, by the tears, by the torments of war,
I walk like all these soldiers lost in the darkness that inhabits humanity.
My uniform stained with innocent blood bears witness to the battles and the agony of all these victims,
My soul bears the scars of all these horrible wars.
The tears of the earth were drowned in the hot hemoglobin of all these bloody battles.
Peace no longer appeases these minds, frozen by jealousy, infamy, hypocrisy, deceit, slander, savagery, barbarity and tyranny.
My brothers in arms have all tasted the glory of the lights of ultimate sacrifice.
All these oceans of pain spread by human wickedness.
Have made my existence on this planet bland.
Under the weight of regrets, human beings prefer to wear masks,
To hide the horrors of their darkness from the shadow that stands in front of their mirror every day.
For centuries, cannons have sung dramatic symphonies, but peace remains a dream,
For millennia, the din of weapons has sowed terror.
But humanity continues to invent weapons of mass destruction.
Thanks to the darkness of earthly vanities, I face the punishments of my life like a brave man.
6/20/17
So much stupidity
And attempts at mimicry
Do I need to describe it more vividly
With better imagery?
I guess I've been feeling differently
Than the rest of the industry
Don't ever question my authenticity
And dignity
In any vicinity
Got to get it willingly
Consistently with resiliency
Executing the plans skillfully
And efficiently
Whether it is clear or poor visibility
You must be kidding me
FOH with your flippancy and negativity
I want no involvement in such petty activity
So quit the hostility
And bigotry
Before you instantly
Get no sympathy
No validity
And credibility
Do not speak to me religiously
Or egotistically
Maul you viciously
Making you bow submissivley
So proud of your own infamy
And any publicity
Show you some true brilliancy
With or without electricity
Out and in of every proximity
Liberty and freedom...The American way
Crewcuts and scuttl-butt..Who knows the
Truth today.? Apple pies were stacked in
The freezers deep, the ship was crewed, by many
Beleivers.' A few mature officers, and fresh
College leavers.' The flag was up the wind was strong, how and why.? Could things go
Wrong.? So many deaths.' And to what avail.? For a full twenty five minutes they were assailed, fighter jets that just did not
See? the cut her jib.' Oe'r the rippling sea..
Isreal spoke of sighting errors..There
are
Reports of (mirage jets?) Did the French add some terror.? Last of all the torpedo boats, unleashing their fish..
To dire impacts i note.' Just a few survivors..Or humans second class.? There was compesation? and
consternation, then time moved fast'
But there's a shipload of radishes for all
to digest
If it docks.? With proofed documentation?
Not just eywitness accounting.' And
historys records, under current light,
and its
Type of cast.? I see Thomas Massie
is raking the ashes, i think of two towers falling dead straight down.?
Victims jumping in those horrible
crashes .' Its all almost distracting.? In
Its very scope..Yet I say God bless America the
Land of Liberty and hope.' A place that once threw its shackles away.' It started on
A ship.. In Boston i hear say.? Owned by some bankers..Of some type of fame? Or could it be infamy..Now whats in a name?
As the years and times
will change this bustling city,
once almost invisible to Heaven itself:
we'll remember it as it took the face of death,
giving each other comfort and asking why
anyone would hate so much this nation
to demolish what took years to build with devotion.
Our presence will greatly attest
and send a message so strong and sound
that their ears will not miss;
angels still hover over this sacred place
and stare at it with melancholic faces
to please God with all their will...
they have seen our grief, they know too well
that our sorrow can't be measured.
And the seasons with their days will slip away,
only that memory will remain timeless;
still hear the faint voices of family and friends
wailing in the thick smoke and burning flames,
and as helpless as they are, they continue to pray...
trusting in us and in their Guardian Angels.
Our presence will greatly attest
that we stay firm in our commitment;
another infamy such as this will not be repeated:
we lost too much to be discouraged and intimidated.
Today is the saddest day of September...
to commemorate the horrible attack on America,
the serenity in the untroubled sky
reflects the calmness of that memory not yet
laid to rest by us, who are still writing a memoir;
flowers and prayers are the sublimest ways of comfort
that give us a sense of sought consolation...while
bagpipes play the beautiful hymns of America!
These devastated hearts silently shed tears...
like a torrential rain, waiting for a rainbow
to appear and release the intensity of our pain
to the bright and wonderful colors of hope,
the promising colors after a sudden transformation,
which gave a new meaning to determination:
to turn a tragedy into triumph and losses of lives
into a monument outlasting time itself...
to gleem over our sadness when they pierce like swords!
Today is the saddest day of September,
remembering the infamy of the vicious enemies,
who themselves perished amid concrete and steel
for having believed in a mortal, deceitful creed;
revenge,not compassion ran into their vile blood...
what kind of reward will they received from their god,
if they never had love for Mankind or themselves?
The fury they inflicted upon us,sparked in us
extraordinary acts of kindness towards
our kindred...unable to ascape from that fiery hell!
Gangster
Gangster, Gangster, ruthless cold-blooded killer,
Destroyer of life, take no prisoner for bountiful gain.
Business Man, Protector, racketeer of feared innocents,
Taking what you will, secured with violence and pain.
Who are you, what are you, who gives you the right,
Building Empires, from untold misery and blood.
Strong of character, fearing nothing and no one,
Victims revenge is weak and will do them no good.
Persecutor, executioner, henchmen do your bidding,
How can a small, malevolent Man, gain such command?
How many will stand together, to take him down,
None I fear, his domination has infected your land.
Gangster, Mobster, hoodlum or plain villain,
Are you a Capone, Luciano, a Blinder, Mafia or Triad?
Will your name be remembered in glorious infamy?
Or simply a cruel hearted crook gone mad.
The Towers
By Franklin Price
9'13'2015
Two days and fourteen years ago the mighty towers fell.
Their dust clouds rising loftily, signs of the coming hell.
Many lost their lives that day, we still mourn them all,
In that field in Pennsylvania and the Pentagonal wall.
It was a day in infamy as in December forty-one.
Both marking the beginning that future sad times had begun.
The enemy in forty-one was easily defined;
A foolish country did it, the enemy still comes to mind.
The enemy of nine-one-one that brought the U.S. to a halt
Was not a country we could find, fanatic terrorists at fault.
No land for declaration, of the war that was to be,
Only bomb exploding cowards; hiding out and hard to see.
Forty-one and zero-one objectives were the same;
Ending freedom for the masses, both were such a deadly game.
Nine-one-one continues. It's with us still today.
We have to band together to make it go away.
Don't let our soldiers stand alone to protect this hallowed shore.
Give them support and gratitude their protection is our core.
Without them we each stand alone, our freedom then is done.
If we don't stand as a nation, we only stand as one.
We have a war, there is no doubt. It is now World War Three.
The United States the loser; without the help of you and me.
Not good to sacrifice our young; that's the way it's always been
To secure freedom for ourselves, we have to do it once again.
We are not the conquerors as others in the past;
But conquerors of oppression to make our freedom last.
Get rid of all the terrorists, our way of life to save,
The war will not be over, 'til the last one's in the grave
Countries that protect them, also our enemies.
No monetary help for them, their assets we should freeze.
If terrorist have taken over and that's the reason why,
Ask unconditional surrender, or invade and make them die.
It's the only thing they understand to make them go away
If we are not now willing; then terrorists are here to stay.
It will be our way of life to be in fear until we die,
And the lives lost since the towers fell will have no reason why.
To steal; to kill; to destroy ; three deathly traits of ‘the evil one’.
Nothing to negotiate or discuss; no bomb threats and timelines.
The stages and steps to total annihilation had begun, bathed in hate.
The evil plot was so manipulative that some of its players were uninformed.
There was the element of surprise and the execution of the unthinkable.
I have a hope that ‘Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!
We desperately wanted to believe that mortals are inwardly paved with goodness
Our hopes took wings with the fall of The Iron Curtain; but that was short lived.
We insist that given the right spark, mankind will explode into showers of love flames.
However, human history is replete with inhuman conflagrations of massive madness.
The quest for freedom is a God infused desire, but forever at war with ruthless haters.
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!
It too was a day of infamy causing endless shock and awe around the world
Only an evil person or institution would inflict so much pain on the innocent.
Evil seeds of fear and brainwashing cause mortals to unleash damnable devastation
Strange weapons of war with guided missiles; not remotely, but manually controlled.
Were our heads in the sand, denying that ‘evil’ has no concept of togetherness and unity?
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!!
Never again was America and the rest of the world to be the same
Will mankind ever unite in brotherhood and stop inflicting so much pain?
Will tomorrow’s evils that loom ahead make yesterday's evils seem tame?
Today’s kings, rulers, and leaders must ‘make the call’ that this is not a game.
Only this and God’s mercy can prevent the repeat of using jumbo planes as missiles.
I have a hope that “Evil” shall someday finish last, and meet its demise!!!!
07052016 PS Contest, Evil Is Everywhere by Brian Davey