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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.
Word in words logically scraping speech
Word of words unlock hardened heart as priest preach
Word by word's exposition gain ground as sounds beseech
Word for word's daring compliment duly change to teach
Divided in divisions attentively awaiting wide open gate
Divide to divide confusion aiming to get hearts bait
Divide by dividing queries lured into an unending debate
Divide for divisions to be silent and no longer dictate
Born to burn boredom caressing darkness
Born to burn darkness' borne without prior awareness
Born of birth beyond scientific's cleverness
Born new birth- a magic yet amazing craziness
Light in fireworks beeping loosely creativity
Light lighting calm minds out of captivity
Light enlighten strangers' feet cum selectivity
Light lightening end afar when gold kisses negativity
Cool in cooler calming hotness foaming to burn tongues
Cool by cooler good at its usage correcting wrongs
Cool to cooling feet climbing life's ladder on open rungs
Cool for cool voices singing solemnly new hope songs
Freeze in frozen minds embracing caution to trap temptations
Freeze by free birds not returning for mothers' invitations
Freeze up freeman growing wings beyond limitations
Freeze out free Israelites wandering around manipulations
Hear tell ears of peace to pieces arrogance and ego
Hear from air blowing hot and cold to choose where to go
Hear about seer ranting of rest to all workers by will sow
Hear of spear piercing others cum eon's toast fondling woe
Tear apart tears inner eyes soaked in burning delight
Tear pairing code leading grace prospects into fright
Tear cheers growing solid cheeks hurting plight
Tear wears inviting comfort to blind eyes seeing flight
Full of fools open to wide gate of sulphur's flame burning spring
Full of rules that guides legs against commands of the mighty King
Full of truth to energize night of unknown songs morning sing
Full of tools rectifying faulty connections disobedience bring
Sent to sentence saint into everlasting cell never dreamed
Sent to sentence joy overflow through grace highly esteemed
Sent to sense need for change to shame end as deemed
Sent to see how blissful saints live having been redeemed
Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating
caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip mining away
vestial trace, hence impossible mission
rectifying purposeless existence
imputed to passive self sacrifice
upon cusp of prepubescence
mystified, mummified, modified,
stilled, lulled, andhushed
obsessively grammatically fanatical
oftimes feeble efforts yielded countless
corrective editing measures
subsequently rendering lame
resultant deplorable effort
despite NON GMO gluten
and monosodiumglutimate free
diet of (hooked) worms
limply tethered symbolic constructs
analogous to dangling participles
scraping, plowing, etching...
imperfect triangulated Hollywood squares
across parched stream of consciousness
former luscious cerebral riverbeds
long since bone dry
millennium since onset climate change
courtesy global warming
blowing in the hot torpid wind
sands of time elapsed
accepted biological demise
forever linkedin with his forebears
birth/death repurposed cycle
activated, demonstrated, gifted...
integration, narration, reincarnation...
biochemical, geological, paleontological...
legacy randomly begetting me
epochal, integral, orbital saga
since time immemorial
fifty plus shades of once ashen gray
well muscled athletic human specimen
oblivious corpse good n plenti
petrified, metamorphosed, coalesced
bleached skull and crossbones
grown brittle when blazing sun's
rays generated aforementioned disparate ideas
jangled, rankled, and zapped
in tandem with bared tiger (no lion)
slapdash pell mell, helter
skelter, higglety pigglety...
germane blitzkrieg rained down above
leaving writer, tortured, mortified, and benumbed
without either sense or sensibility
nor pride and prejudice
perusing discombobulated chaotic
kamikaze lobbed muddlesome nonsense.
Medical and/or scientific experts
doth now corroborate,
promulgate, validate...(wait
don't go there's much more)
linkedin with falsehood
that requires me to terminate,
an average dumb founded guy
(noir) tasked with rectifying
(with quiet riot) eek quate
absolute zero truthfulness humans
only use 10 percent
(or other small percentage)
brain power in (Jean) Nate,
or anybody else for that manner
("say hypothetically
gals named Kate)
which unfounded,
which urban cowboy legend
persisting in perpetuity, I hate
tubby the bearer
of unwelcome news
(doubling up and
down as a pernicious
cherished rumor squasher
boot nada one
reputable specialist studying
intellectual potential,
would unilaterally vouchsafe,
(and risk their judicious, marvelous,
and prestigious reputation,
which years to elevate),
yet such stubborn presumption
firmly maintained latched onto
(analogous to fish unknowingly
snagged with "FAKE" bait)
nonetheless specialists of the
(egg shaped) noggin
do attest in aggregate
that some n'er
do well (christened
Matthew Scott Harris)
did whimsically create
believable Trumpism,
which invalid conclusion
adopted to enervate
his own cognitive impairment,
thus motivating him
tubby poetically great,
and even though, he got told
afore stated said
baseless, groundless and/or
premise, aye intimate,
the sure fire way
to expunge (purge) nagging notion
(short of a karate
chop to his fountain
head of noodle,
which idea to in Tim mate,
would not rank as emphatic,
dramatic, and/or climatic,
as electric shock therapy
last ditch effort to operate.
The music is my destiny it
brings out the best in me
when I'm in the booth its
like I can feel everything
my senses getting
heightened no longer
feeling frightened its just
me and the mic got me
feeling enlightened
providing inspiration to the
shortsighted the non
believers the and the
people that lose their
dreams, desires and life
ambitions gotta make that
mental connection see
your soul's reflection see
that you were made with
perfection no
transgression against
yourself just gotta believe
and you will achieve that
ultimate wealth what you
sow so shall you reap the
benevolence of being
financially free providing
the future of today better
opportunities removing the
crime off the streets coz
Madiba fought so we can
all be free and live in
harmony. Peace and
prosperity
So
Let us be free to be great in
whatever our minds
conceive Let us achieve the
Greatness that God has
made us to receive believe
in yourselves let our Gifts
be Seen.
Protecting Gods Creations
by Building good
foundations blessing our
nations with future great
leaders waiting in
anticipation to see whether
the chosen one is worth the
patience so much can go
wrong in the state of haste
giving you a slap in the face
a fall from grace got you
left with a bad taste
realizing your life's gone to
waste its better rectifying
than repeating your
mistakes pick yourself up
coz no matter what they
say baby you got what it
takes to become as great
never losing faith keeping
composure to secure your
fate a place in the Hall of
Greats make no mistake...
Form:
Sometimes we allow our emotions
To take precedence to instinct,
Allowing feelings
To overcome common sense,
If only for the moment...
We let ourselves get swept away
By the waves of Deception...
Not Feeling, not being,
Not even living in reality,
If only for the moment...
Sometimes it's better...
Not to feel, to be untouchable,
Unreachable, unreliable,
With no responsibilities,
If only for the moment...
Riding on the tides of pure happiness...
Knowing subconsciously, it won't last
But rectifying still,
In the glorious feeling of immortality,
If only for the moment...
But as we come out of our shell of resilience,
And step away form our immaculate imagination,
We know we will never exist more peacefully,
Than in our world apart from rationalization,
If only for the moment...
Coming our of our state of mind is troubling,
We feel deflated, defeated and desperate,
Willing to cling to any piece of our former self,
Even the bad habits are comforting for their familiar aspects,
If only for the moment...
We no longer know what to think,
What to believe, hear or see,
It's as if everyone is staring at you,
Waiting for you to screw your life up,
If only for the moment...
Is that why we walk with our heads down?
Is that why we won't make eye contact,
Because we aren't comfortable
In the real of Reality?
If only for the moment...
But we must carry on still, must socialize, must communicate,
Live among our peers in the midst of the real world,
We must face the reality of the terrible human race around us because...
It's only for the Moment.
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
Petition the Lord with an Open Heart
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
I shall petition the Lord with an open heart.
Letting my spirit seek His goodness always.
I shall cleanse my life with God's approbation.
Searching for understanding of just ways.
I shall not let mundane desires rule my choices.
Instead, I shall hope, pray, listen and live rightly.
Keeping the faith when life around me falters.
I shall allow uplifting to rule and bestow peace.
Believing His words and accepting His judgments
I shall commit to God for He is not the liar.
Immersing my body in holy practice.
Embracing all righteousness; freeing my spirit
I shall rely on God's lessons; end death's prison.
Surrounding disappointments with glory.
Encircling frustration with approval.
Rectifying confusion with understanding.
Disarming animosity with goodwill.
Seeking truthfulness; resisting dishonesty
Pursuing perfection; forgiving weaknesses
I shall celebrate goodness; driving away evil
God is not an illusion; He is real.
I shall petition the Lord with an open heart.
Calling upon His name everlastingly.
Recognizing His wisdom in my blessings.
Then, my heart shall rejoice as my soul soars.
Spirit and flesh combined eternally.
According to God's original plan.
AMEN
I couldn't help myself this morning...
Written, with sympathy for the loss, in response to a comment on my poem, "Together"
Portraying elegance dipped in rejuvenation,
Solidifying the moon with the sun eclipsing the color of your jubilation.
Rectifying the pupils to extend its hands acrossed your waves,
Captivating the rainbow covers over the bad days.
Elevating a fascination into the areas that are missing,
While amplifying the heart to spread love with every breath your kissing.
Tinkling the sunset to one’s soul,
By engulfing the things that reward them as whole.
Traveling through your atmosphere refreshes the lungs and takes one high,
To the point where height is no longer a factor because peace is where they fly.
You describe the beauty of diamonds in your eyes,
That brings the crystal raindrops from the skies.
Mesmerizing the intervals of time causing them to freeze,
So we can rest on the words that your spirit bleeds.
Illuminating desire to pour from each sense and every emotion,
Boosting prosperity to inherit the waves of your ocean.
Symbolizing what it means to walk with faith and promise,
With a presence that smiles to a marvelous that’s honest.
Sprinkling your seasoning in the air, ground, and water,
Supplying your love over the chaos that continues to slaughter.
This world, that’s so ugly and so unique.
You are this lady that’s so lovely and complete.
Pretty Miss, you are the definition of a queen.
Pretty Miss, you are the jewel, the perfect dream of a king.
Form:
A Changed Man
Remember my words
One day you will realize
Pain you gave us with your acts.
What happens to your promise?
Protecting family from evils.
Feel our thoughts
How you broke our hearts
And others with your words
What pleasure you get by harsh words
It’s time to rein your thoughts.
Understand our agonies
Soon you will become conscious
With your misbehavior
Creating more enemies.
Now, at least control your angers.
Think about our lives
Cannot live like losers
Why everyone avoids you
None to blame for your misfortunes
You are responsible, only you.
Still you can change the situations
By rectifying your misdeeds,
Rational behavior with others,
Resort only to positive thoughts,
Showing continuous progress in your acts.
Initially, they would not believe you.
But consistent good work by you,
Improvement in your behaviors,
Avoidance of negative thoughts,
People around you will realize changes.
Changing one’s perception is difficult.
May take time, eventually there will be trust.
With consistent betterment in your act,
With constant flow of positive thought,
Surely a changed man will stand out.