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Can fanaticism arrange to provide the fermented rice!
along with the delicious dish of Hilsa fish,
so nice!
Today is the day, when,
Misleading the society; the preacher of the religion;
destructing peace and tranquility, sos
bark of religion is breaking open by their
activities.
They misleading the youth with delusional religious sayings
making them aggressive to make the militants;
innocents to kill by bombs and
the guns.
They think of themselves as heroes, fighting in the wrong way;
Their brutality is so extreme that
they even not hesitate to throw
mom and sister of their own
into the
bay.
Come out of fanaticism; break the barrier of religion,
to come to mom in calm;
Fanaticism could gives birth nothing but the war and the
destruction.
All religions are perplexed
crying out loud
today.
ideals to inspire soldiers
when 9/11 spewing black clouds meant a
complicated revenge
defeat terrorists, take out bin Laden
remake a country in democratic vestments
golden good intentions that lose their way in
an undertow of violence
the bones of wartime, bullets of combat carnage
Taliban insurgents hide and seek in Pakistan
militants wait to impose their laws
as a regime falls, unhinged by corruption
unwilling to fire a shot
swift capitulation like jaws snapping shut
US departure, flawed
dangles like severed wires
refugees stampede
flee the bondage of remaining
evacuation - a spreading blood stain, chaotic
Afghanistan intervention, no sound preconditions
for success
in an end game that had no ending?
just more of the same?
achievements of 20 years
seep through outstretched hands
like heated wars
storms of desert sand
that fixate on what cannot be changed
Poem composed September 5/21
For Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Just like the Haves and the Have-Nots
Are those thinking and thinking not,
Told that which is and what is not
Like what is truth and what is not.
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We navigate life through extremes
With rancor at the core it seems.
So now "my way or the highway"
Mocks "road less taken by" today.
Exclusionists - deprivations
Autocrats - machinations
Denial of facts, implicit lies,
And truth is whitewashed, sanitized.
Now books are banned by "thought police"
As freedoms steadily decrease.
Revisionists - false narratives
Supremacists - false positives
If guns don't kill cruel actions will,
Filling more spaces on "Boot Hill."
While prayerful niceties are spun
They're only words with nothing done.
Separatists - disassociations
Militants - recriminations
Although Mad Hatter's hate is spread
The message is, at best, inbred.
While bigotry in direst form
Alive and well - and full term born.
Alarmists - distortions
Strategists - deviations
But now it seems we've lost our way
By trading worth for crass display.
The plan foretold - clearly expressed
Spells widespread change and much unrest.
Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
A few brave souls here and there
Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
The masses turned aside, held their nose
Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement
Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
~ Not a single one can you afford to miss
Terrorism had shown its ugly face again.
On joyous tourists poured the fire of pain.
Though with the latest guns, they looked innocent.
Amidst human cries, their smiles seemed imminent.
Who belonged to what faith, they wanted to know.
Could one separate the whiteness from the snow?
Do Hindus and Muslims have different blood?
Does any pot know who formed them from what mud?
Near the corpses of their dear husbands, wives wept.
On laps of peacelessness, sleepy children slept.
Honeymoons of the newlyweds became hells.
Bells of temples and churches turned into knells.
(Militants near Pahalgam in the Indian-administered Jammu and Kashmir, killed 26 tourists on 22 April 2025.)
Written By: D. Collins 10/10/23
Ask a black man in America just how he feels?
He’ll say like Ukraine, he’s not down with Israel.
Called refugees after Katrina shows America’s intent.
Where all Palestinian people are now called militants.
We are direct descendants of horrific terrorist acts.
America gives that label to anyone who fights back.
Kaepernick was dismissed right on American soil.
Yet, his taxes go abroad like flowing motor oil.
After ions of oppression why should we care about Jews?
We were the first, if you haven’t heard the news.
Still our struggle continues to this day in time.
Ask a black man in America, what’ on his mind?
What does a young naïve Christian think
When a hooded desperado storms a prayer room,
His scary presence quiets the praying tongues ,
And his outlawed round replaces hope with doom?
He doesn’t think, instead he silently prays :
Father, forgive their misinformed cruel idiocy,
Teach these men that suicide is not an escape
From the punishment for their bloody idiosyncrasy.
What does an aging single mother think
When the hope of a graduate daughter or son
Turns out to be that unthinkable news of death,
The bullet-riddled corpse, the end of the rising sun?
She does not think, instead she miserably cries:
Father, blight their brows with sulfurs hot,
Numb their souls with the gall of unending pain,
And their hope for bliss in death reduce to naught.
What does the orphaned little boy or girl think
When the bright elder sibling they adore
Calls to say that she’s been forced to call
And say goodbye before the triggers go?
The orphaned boy or girl does not think, instead they howl:
Father, tell the murderous killers to spare my sister
For there is no-one else to wash my clothes
And none to help with the assignments and dinner.
And what does the heavenly merciful Creator think
When the roars of guns and the sobs of death
Force him to turn and cast his all-seeing eyes below
To behold such thick-skinned extermination of breath?
He does not think, instead he wonders:
What breed of men is this I accidentally made,
To wound and mutilate my innocent lambs,
Rejoicing as their lives sorrowfully fade?
(The massacre of well over 150 Garissa University College students by the Al-Shabaab militants on 2nd April 2015)
PREAMBLE
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What I witnessed on October 7 was indefensible. Just to be clear, Hamas are not militants or freedom fighters as many in the mainstream media would have you believe - they are terrorists. Israel is not the ancestral homeland of the people who live in Gaza. These attacks were not an act of war or resistance but an act of evil. Call it out for what it is. Whatever your view is on these disputed territories there is no moral equivalence here. If you remain silent and do not condemn these actions by this despicable terrorist organisation then my moral calculus is very different to yours.
I
Trump cut off aid to Hamas for building
tunnels and missiles but Joetard gave it all back.
So the hostages of war have the American taxpayer
and President to thank for this unholy attack.
II
Trump sanctions froze Iranian assets
and Joe handed it all back for our enemies to use.
But now we watch the rockets' red glare over Israel
as Islamic butchers shout "death to the Jews!".
III
Trump signed Executive Order 13769
and built a wall to keep out crime, fear, and hate.
Sadly Joe ripped it up and tore it down but will God
save America from its sins before it's too late?
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Don’t you miss world peace and mean tweets! I do.
It was yesterday, the illustrious Battle of Vertières
Where our Ancestors busted the gates of the cemetery
And the windows of hell to find their freedom
They fought heroically with boldness and pride
The struggle continues, the struggle must continue
Despite the gains, despite the ups and downs, and the dangers
Yesterday, the great and last Battle of Vertières took place
More than two centuries ago in the history of Humanity
Our brave and valiant Ancestors defied the impossible
The racist and criminal colonists, the pirates, the buccaneers
The bandits, the filibusters, and the odious maggots of the Earth
Skin color is the result of zones, regions, and climates
Every Human Being is equal despite the false debates
And the foolish speeches. November 18, 1803, the Battle of Vertières
Is unforgettable. It is rooted in our hearts and in our veins
It is the blood of our Ancestors that lives within certain
People, certain militants, and certain brothers and sisters
This decisive struggle, this last battle of yesteryear, is our joy
Our pride, our glory. It is a fire that will burn brightly for a long time
In our sacred tabernacle. Long live freedom! Long live time!
Live free or die like our Ancestors, our brave Parents of yesterday
Long live the wind that proudly hums the songs of yesterday
The ‘lambis’ and trumpets have not ceased to pierce our eardrums
To strengthen us and to energize the cells of our blood.
P.S. The decisive battle of Vertières took place on November 18, 1803.
This is the translation of ‘Hier, La Bataille De Vertières’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © November 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Witnessing the blood baths, the massacre
Of God’s people, children’s bodies everywhere,
And octogenarians expire slowly and quietly in horror.
The undistorted and the vivid images of terror,
The ugly realities of life for millions; what a rancor!
The large plumes of gray phosphorus smoke! There is nowhere
To hide. Showers of shrapnel, unprecedented heavy shellings,
White clouds of death and discriminating lynchings
Of everything that breathes, walks, runs and flies;
This is war, this is sheer terrorism! The God-flies;
Where are they when they are needed?
Our world should not be so muted,
So insensitive toward so many.
This is a shameful disaster, a pity…
To do nothing and hope for the awakening of the gods;
The worms, the flies, the rats and the tods
Must be happy. What an inhumane feast!
In this young century, we cannot find Peace.
The photos are real, and dying is not a joke.
The lenses of the camera recorded the blood soaked
Pregnant women, their babies shredded
By the wrecked fires of the big guns.
No one is spared: fathers, mothers, sons,
And even young girls are arrested,
Humiliated, stepped on and eventually annihilated.
This is the state of our human family.
Centuries old victims are now the perpetrated
Beasts that devour nymphs, angels and dignity.
The moon can only helplessly weep,
The gods and the geese are high by the burning bodies.
Terrorism is your vocation; falling asleep,
Amid this, is criminal, we should unequivocally denounce the bullies.
Big gun shipped helicopters can only destroy; they don’t make Peace,
H bombs only create more activists, more militants and more beasts.
Copyright@ January 2009, Hebert Logerie All Rights Reserved