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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.
In my world nevertheless, these reasons compels me to be alone
For no one can even begin to comprehend to things of unknown
Whether a curse or a deliverance to befall upon me
I have not a choice, neither here nor there to ever be
And having lived an unpredictable life faithfully such as mine
I would redeem myself in The Ancients, as long I be given time
Therefore… with the future to unfold, I have resolved myself to serve
If not to ensave, death as penalty is an afterall I’m to deserve
Let us be on with our way, for the night is to be awaken soon
With luck, let there be light to guide us from beneath the moon”
{As I sheath my metal, I stood my ground and awaited for her
Awaiting… for perhaps a miracle which may yet draws near
This single hope stayed with me as I followed Alkaiya along
Finally knowing as well, this is indeed the world I belong
After what seem forever, we decidedly stop for a moment’s rest
An unfounded moment, for myself I’m unable to simply outlast
There were stones, darken rocks masking the wilderness around
The unsettling settles… as my time as always is to bound
Sitting in my bed once more, I am without quiet relief awoken
For return is but my recounted nightmare of what time beckons
Before my next entry to come, will perhaps be one even harder
As it is the last moment to recall, we have stumbled upon the Heaori Chamber}
In my world I am but a no one
A no one to everyone else who doesn’t believe
Given is another world I can run
Yet… its essentially hard to remain well receive
Little did I thought I have escaped it all
Little am I to know, my service to the Word retains
With many months ago since to ignore
A certainty is certainly less worthy for complains
Back into The Ancients I return once again
Back into hidden love, back into unfavourable dreams
How else if nothing else is to remain?
If not in my world but to have the other world bring
Time and again, the time of the unknown revisits
Always with a meaning deeper than before to believe
Time after time with my mind to battle and weep
Am I aged with enough faith to take another leap?
A chamber where dreams meet fate
Do I possess the strength to enter for dreams to come true?
Will I ever be regrettably too late?
To prevent the death of Alkaiya to be undoubtedly real
………………………………………………..
Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
When we were younger
Our hearts and hands had melded
And brightened up a world
Then in winter, came snowstorms
And lightning, to burn up our shelter
A dragon roaring proud
So we were dashed, were broken
A nasty scar formed upon the exit
And bleeds unto this day
Long after it was funny
Here I am still singing like we're together
It's nearly been three years
Now when we were younger
I felt just as strongly as I do now
That my love was the right choice
So you lash out, you slander
You're winning, or showing me the best
Do you feel like we do?
A cold bucket of water
Snaps me from my reverie
A long and pleasant dream comes to an end
My heart repeats its pounding
From nasty anxiety
It's like you never left this room at all
And through it all
Our rise and fall
We both think that we're correct
Or maybe we're just both projecting bright
To say you're wrong
Or say I'm wrong
Our love's curdled to anger
These effigies to what went wrong
It's all gone wrong
To you, I'm dead and gone and
To me, it's filled with longing
I can't really remember
What it was like long ago
This pounding in my chest feels like a dream
A living nightmare I once
Called my reality
A true return to form from years ago
It takes me back
And paints it black
And turns these fields to swamp
And any love I had has gone to rot
It's all gone wrong
The world is wrong
Such purity and lifelight
Has curdled into something wrong
This all feels wrong
It's been so very long and
Anxiety is strong and
You're showing the world the best
That you possibly can
Such is the way all of our old haunts work
So does it bother me when
I can only see that lie?
And fail to see foundations I once saw?
You're just presenting anger
Aimed to kill or maim
I don't think you really care which happens
You've only ever compared
Those you ever loved to those
Villains that you said tried to do you wrong
So what's the deal?
What do you feel?
Was anything for real?
Will you wreak this havoc upon the new guy?
What did it mean?
Was it a dream?
All those things we left behind
In order to witness another dawn?
To carry on
We'll carry on
Under penalty of perjury
I swear to you I'll carry on
I'll carry on
Even if these dreams haunt me forever
I swear to all, I'll carry on.
Pick me, pick me, you beg and plead
You think that you just what he need
Today, you in the game, yea!
Today you get to play and that totally made your day
But you don't love the game, you love the Coach
You're getting a home visit from Coach. Yes, he says he's coming over
Wow, you do dumb ssh for love when he's on his way
You quickly hide clothes in the other room, you throw stuff here and there. You run and tuck and when he's not around, you don't give a pluck. Clothes are here, there, everywhere scattered
When he's not around, nothing about clothes or your room even matter
You think and think and think of him
You think of 100 reasons to call him
You think of two reasons not to call
One, he's not going to answer, two, he's with that witch
Why she gotta be a witch? Cause you want her man?
There you go, when are you gon learn?
Second string on the bench, waiting again for your turn
How long will this go on? Will this ever end?
You've been waiting for a month for Coach to pick you again..Really?
Six weeks have passed, he doesn't even look your way
He doesn't give you or your name a call
She is staying in the game.
Why wait for the starter to get an offside penalty?
She's not trying to get no technical or foul out
She's playing tackle with him while you playing touch
You wait so patiently to get put in. But put you in for what? You on the bench and still getting ran over.
Don't you see, you don't mean what you think you mean to him
And no, you're not no challenge or no threat to her.
But silly ole you, still wanna be part of the team, so you try some new plays to impress Coach. Of course it's his way, cause when it's all said and done only the player that's gonna help him win get to stay in the game
And one thing I know about the game, you can get cut for no reason
There are many others trying out for your spot, but so far there’s only the two of you who are actually on the team roster
Stop playing second string, second string doesn't get acknowledged
Don't get no recognition and you don't get to meet the fam
Girl, you're not no second string material, get off the sidelines
You are not obligated to stay, you are a free agent
You deserve better, dream BIG, become part of a team
Where you won't be the Coach's player, you'll be... The Coach's Wife!
I feel my spirit burning inside me
And years of fatigue draining out me
My heart is racing, my spirit is swelling
And my heart is singing a wonderful song.
I can still feel my heart beat and I can
still hear the noise in the streets
Motorcade after motorcade brighten up the streets
And the jubilant crowd waving blue
and white handkerchief high in the air.
I could see it from a distance
people join hands in hands
rocking to a spirited beat
as they watch the parade
floating peacefully through their street.
It moves from community to community
through rural towns and dangerous hills
cascading the untrodden green valleys
sweeping darkness and poverty away.
The trumpets and drums grew louder and louder
It pulled my great grandma out of the house
And had her rocking to the rhythmical beat.
I listened to the sound as it fades away
and the life in me was perishing away.
My fatigue grew stronger and stronger
And nothing I do could make feel better
I bore the penalty of sleepless nights
and the torture of guiltless sound.
I could hear my heart murmur
and the blood gushing inside
whoosh, whoosh, swish swish
the sound grew louder on every side.
It’s as if the world was walking with me
And something powerful was propelling me
I took one stride and walked boldly by its side
but something stronger than me was forcing me
to surrender to hope and succumb to the boldness inside me.
I fought relentlessly to deny this feeling
That was forcing me to get away
but something very forceful was beckoning me to stay.
I am here and I am still breathing
dying to journey to the mountain top
to appease the Gods and make my final stop
so I inquired of a special place where I could
be alone and meditate for the rest of my days.
The endless journey has exhausted me
but I was determined to go through it with dignity
my chins up, a smile on my face and positive words
to keep me ahead and on top of the race.
My blood suddenly felt hot and
And fire starts catapulting out of my belly
I found myself on the mountain top
Looking down on throngs of people
singing, shouting and dancing.
It sounded like a grand jubilee
But for me this was my final destiny.
©2015 Christine Phillips
They say God will save us....
And those who sin,
will go to hell.
The hell is the life you made for yourself...
So is the Heaven...
To die is to be dead
and be born again...
You choose your life...
You walk your road,
you fight your battles
and you carry on...
You bear a cross, you wear a crown...
We all suffer a time or two,
but it is up to us to stand strong
or fall down...
We dig our own pits...
And our carelessness results,
in us falling in one of them...
We have flaws,
nobody is perfect...
You can't look in the mirror
and say "I'm Perfect
I have no flaws..."
You're not...
and I bet you got a skeleton
or two in your closet...
So what if I did the the things
I've done...
I did what I had to do...
Because I felt it was up to me,
to past a test...
And I've done more than anybody
could imagine...
But I've also had just cause,
to do somethings I've done...
I blame nobody but me...
For I had choices...
But for Love, I blame Love...
Because for my test in love,
I chose to win, anothers' Heart...
But my test turned around...
But I'm like that...
I love, I'll do anything for someone,
I love...
I want a good life
and the one I love to have
a good life...
And I'll do anything,
to make it right...
Right and perfect...
No-body is perfect,
like I said before...
But I want my love to be
Perfect...
I will kill, steal, rob,
do anything to make it right...
And if anybody gets in my way,
will die...
I am very protective,
over my love of my life and child...
There will be no interference..
I believe in faithfulness,
honesty, and truth...
I hate cheaters, fakes, and liars...
But i always forgive...
But there must be an Apology,
and it must never happen again...
If so, punishment will be,
Penalty maybe announced as
Death...
I believe, if you kill those,
whom done you wrong,
the problem will be gone...
Because those who damn you,
and never accept you
will forever give you hell...
So they must die...
I don't like being haunted,
I don't like being an object...
The world is condemned...
Everybody, Poisoned...
Even me...
But sill I have a HEART...
But I can not trust myself,
for I am a little evil...
Yet I live in my beliefs...
So I am true to my word...
Friend or Foe,
you decide how to approach me...
Either way,
I'll always greet you
with a SMILE...
written in CCJ 08-10-2000
now that the casey anthony extravaganza is
over,
the vultures begin to fly round the carcass
wanting in on whatever bit of
rotting meat
is leftover---
anthony is said to make at least $750,000 from
a book deal, while the television & movie industry is
foaming at the
mouth,
eagerly awaiting her release
(actually it doesn’t even matter if she gets released, as she
is free to sign on to any financial endeavor while still behind
bars)---
no one could have put it better than linda konner, a literary
agent in nyc, when she said
“anything with a mother and a dead child tends to attract lots of
attention.”
regardless of how you personally feel about the verdict
(if you care at all),
consider yourself lucky to not be a florida state tax payer,
as due to the fact that anthony was facing the death penalty,
the stakes went up when it came to defending her---
it is estimated that the court trial & all relevant costs, etc.
will sum up to be $4.5 million dollars.
casey anthony’s offer by vivid entertainment,
to make a pornographic film was retracted
by co-chairman, steve hirsch because after seeing the
public’s reaction,
he figured his company could not make money off her
afterall.
now,
consider for a moment those that were weeping, saying that they
lost their faith in the justice system---
better yet,
consider what was happening in the rest of the world over the
weekend besides the anthony case,
like
6,000 inmates in 11 california prisons being on hunger strike
this past weekend because of
“torturous & inhumane conditions”---
or perhaps
the
14
MORE
AFGHAN
CIVILIANS
killed yesterday in a US/NATO airstrike in khost province
(with 8 of the 14 being children) &
then
think about those that felt that they had lost their faith in
the US
justice system---
that same system that is supposed to be soooooooo great
that we are compelled to bring it to other countries
with airstrikes, troops & drones.
alas,
if a young white girl & her dead baby would work as a
formula to draw attention to all of the reasons to lose faith in
the US
justice
system,
we could simply give her photo-ops at all of the afghan operations &
for the prison hunger strike,
have her parade through cali’s prison population
for
starters.
We need to remember our heritage and the reason we celebrate the 4th of July.
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? Their story. . .
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists.
Eleven were merchants.
Nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated.
But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton , Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General
George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed.
The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying.
Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
Remember: freedom is never free!
I had planned to weather the storm until the break of dawn and hibernate in my shell until the wicked is dead, but it kept lurking behind the door with manipulative words trembling on its lips and banging on the roof and shouting profanity in the street.
I curled tight into my shell and watch the night unfolds while destiny watches my spirit grow and the tiger waiting at the stream to derail my hard-earned dreams has frozen in the cold.
The night was dead silent and not a sound could be heard except for my breathing and my heart beating, I pinch myself to see if I was alive and I hit the side of the wall to find out if anyone was inside, but everything was flat, and the silence kept them composed.
I don’t know how long I could bear the agony and the isolation groaning in my belly, my adrenalin began to run high, and destiny began to thunder in the sky. I knew that something was about to happen as the vision began to widen.
I tried desperately to take my mind off it and focus on the energy flowing from the cliff, it engulfs the space around and lifts the tension that was blazing in my gut. This was too true to believe I felt light as the breeze and the cold air penetrate my clustered space. The night continues to bear its silent penalty and I tried to enjoy its luxury and my spirt became one with the night.
I stood in my shell and stare at the night enjoying its own company and all of a sudden, I felt an uncomfortable feeling moving in my belly and the sensation of the universe embraced me.
No one was there but I did not fear, I thought I heard a knock on the door and turn around to see what it was and in one split second, billows of smoke start spreading in the sky and the trees began to die.
Several explosions burst out on the ground, and it brought the entire city down. Night came alive and the multitude of people start running and screaming and buildings began to topple upon building and the choir in the distance began to sing. Fire blazed through the city and purified the street and at last the mission was complete.
Mankind has taken us to the extreme, but destiny has unfolded in my dreams and the new Jerusalem was born. The fire cooled down paradice make them wealthy and witty, and they finally got the discount.