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Army versus Navy
Navy versus Army
Army versus Army
Navy versus Navy
Stop, stop the division
Stop the separation
Stop the genocide
The bombs, the pesticide
And the bullets are killing
Women, children, our offspring
Elderly and unarmed civilians
Americans versus Americans
Haitians versus Haitians
Ranchers versus immigrants
Peasants versus inhabitants
Aliens versus migrants
Citizens versus Martians
Vice versa, all the sagas
And crying out loud, alas
Stop, stop the divisions
Stop all toxic and evil actions
Stop the apartheid
This is no way to be united
The cancerous lies and the sulfurous oozes are
Spread all over. This is war
War never makes sense
This is not the right time to dance
And to sing happy songs
There are too many deadly weapons
In the streets. Countless wrongs
Make nothing right
Don’t censure my crayons, pencils and pens
God said: ‘Let there be light
And there were lots of lights’
Respect for human rights
Is important and paramount
Continuous killings are abhorrent
Constant lies are detrimental
To our immediate health
And to our eventual wealth
Stop being criminal and genocidal
Stop the bombardments
Start the disarmaments
Stop all negative sounds
And let sleep the greyhounds
And everyone at peace
We want no blood and no injustice
Stop, stop the demolitions
Stop, stop all destructions.
Copyright © January 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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14. BTK Coming Attractions Part 6
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"Quien es? Quien es?" Billy called out into the dark.
He then heard the sound of thunder and glimpsed briefly a faint spark.
A powerful force struck him and spun him around.
He then found himself face down on the floor.
There was extreme pain within his chest as he struggled gasping his final breath
and then BILLY the Kid was no more.
Pat Garrett would gain power, money and fame for the killing of BILLY the Kid.
He shot an unarmed young man in the dark without warning.
That's all Sheriff Pat Garrett did.
Garrett ran out of the room nearly tripping himself over the bed.
If it was The Kid and he missed, he knew he'd be dead.
As he ran out the door into his deputy he ran.
"I just shot The Kid! I just shot The Kid!" he exclaimed again and again.
"That wasn't The Kid Garrett," his deputy replied, "You've gone and shot the wrong man."
Jesus and Deluvina were the first to arrive on the seen
to inquire as to what all of the commotion and noise had been.
"I just shot The Kid," is what Garrett said,
"Could one of you go inside the room and see if he's dead?"
"Go to hell Garrett," is what Jesus Silva said,
"You went and shot him, you check to see if he's dead."
Deluvina however immediately, entered the room to see what she could never again un see.
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16. A Short And Violent Life Ends. A Legend Begins Part 2
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MY HEART SINKS, MY EYES WEEP
MY BRAIN EXPLODES, I CAN’T SLEEP
I DON’T UNDERSTAND, I NEVER WILL
A SWEET CHILD WHY DO THE COPS KILL?
CHILDREN WITH CHOCOLATE COLOURED SKIN
HARDLY ALLOWED LET THEIR LIVES BEGIN
INNOCENT UNARMED SIXTEEN AND UNDER
SOMETIMES COPS CALL IT A BLUNDER
JUST A MISTAKE THEY ARE HEARD TO SAY
CHILDREN BEATEN OR SHOT TO DEATH IN USA
THEN CHILDREN LIKE ADERRIEN 11 YEARS OLD
HE LIVED THEN TO HAVE HIS STORY TOLD
LUNGS, RIBS AND LIVER INJURED, AS POLICE SHOT,
A REASON OFFERED BY POLICE THERE WAS NOT
I RESEARCHED WELL, AND FOUND NOT ONE CASE
OF COPS IN USA INJURING A CHILD OF CAUCASION RACE
I FEAR FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GRAND SONS OVER THERE
WITH THEIR BEAUTIFUL DARK SKIN AND CURLY HAIR
I PRAY THEY WILL BE SAFE AND THINGS WILL CHANGE
BECAUSE HATRED OF BLACK SKIN TO ME IS SO STRANGE
THERE ARE AT LEAST 24 KIDS ALL UNDER SIXTEEN YEARS
WHO WOULD BE ALIVE TODAY IF NOT FOR RACIAL FEARS
UNARMED AND INNOCENT, BEATEN OR SHOT , BY A COP
A BOY PUT IN A BURNING BUILDING, THIS MUST STOP.
AFRICAN AMERICAN KIDS FROM 2023 GOING BACK 20 YEARS
THESE ARE THE DEAR ONES THAT DIED AS WE ALL SHED TEARS
BRETT 15 YEARS OLD FANTA 8 YEARS OLD
LA’MELLO 3 MONTHS OLD ANGELO 16 YEARS OLD
DAMON 15 YEARS OLD JORDAN 15 YEARS OLD
TAMIR 12 YEARS OLD CAMERON 14 YEARS OLD
KIMANI 16 YEARS OLD DAKOTA 15 YEARS OLD
BOBBY 15 YEARS OLD JAMES 16 YEARS OLD
AIYANA 7 YEARS OLD LEONA 16 YEARS OLD
KIWANE 15 YEARS OLD YVETTE 15 YEARS OLD
ROBERT 16 YEARS OLD DEAUNTA 12 YEARS OLD
ELLIS 13 YEARS OLD VINCENT 16 YEARS OLD
MARTIN 14 YEARS OLD D’KOY 14 YEARS OLD
MICHAEL 12 YEARS OLD DEJEURN 13 YEARS OLD
THERE IS NOTHING MORE PRECIOUS THAN A CHILD.
TO THINK OF THESE SWEET ONES MAKES ME SO WILD
WHAT THE HELL IS THE DIFFERENCE BLACK OR WHITE?
WHEN ARE COPS GOING TO START THINKING RIGHT?
OK I HAD MY SAY. BLM EVERY DAY!
My god, red bra, orange pants, and green socks, I’m making love to a traffic light.
Get on with it.
I can’t, where do I start.
What does it matter?
It matters a lot, if I start with your bra, do I stop, or do I drive on knowing three penalty points and an eighty pound fine are coming my way. Do I start with your pants, amber gambling, if I start with your socks, then that’s it, I’m away?
Well, what do you expect me to do.
I expect you to dress appropriately for the occasion, I mean, Gok Wan couldn’t fix you.
Well, if we’re in an insulting mood, I don’t like the tiger pants you wear, especially as tigers are nearly extinct.
Oh god, did you really say that, I’m going out with a moron, 0.5 wit.
What does that mean?
It means you’re a half wit.
Well, I was going to get naked, and put my duffle coat on to get you excited, but not now.
Just what every guy wants, a naked girl in a duffle coat.
Some guys would die to see me naked in a duffle coat.
Do you know, you’re right, I've now got this fantasy in my head, put on an orange hat, and wow, pelican crossing.
Get knotted, and I tell you now, that’s the only action you’ll get tonight
Well, in that case I’ll just have to create a fantasy
On he went with it, hallucinating vividly while she stood there, unarmed and furious.
Hell, she was already horny, maybe she could save the situation. She looked down at her pants.
You know, you could still drive, if you haven't already crossed the line.
His eyes opened quickly, as if trying to catch her lying. He considered it...
Lose the bra and the socks
Lose the tiger get up
Both coming halfway, they now stood in the bedroom, one more naked than the other. Still a little insulted, she went on to caress his member.
He, too stubborn to show his pleasure, gazed at the ceiling, feigning boredom.
Furious, she slapped him across his face with a high-pitched shriek, picked up her things and walked towards the door, getting dressed on the go.
Realizing he had gone too far and that he was now all up and running, he tried to change her mind.
BAM went the door.
She'll call.
Black Americans marching on the street
protest white cops on a black killing spree.
And many will likely be gassed or beat:
to unlock change; unity is the key.
The racist hounds of hell have been let loose,
and Death's icy breath chills blacks to their bones.
Risking being found hanging from a noose:
they march unarmed amidst batons and stones.
Some white suburbanites are angry, too,
outing bigotry; they stand side by side.
History will note what the blacks went through,
memorializing the tears they've cried.
The rights of their children are what's at stake;
and those rights no one has the right to take!
12/29/20
"Snow Globe"
Respect the virtuoso
You don't or you know so
Life can be peligroso
People going loco
Humans addicted to chocolate aka cocoa
And the other kind of coco (cocaine)
On a high horse, acting like your the major-domo
Here I am, shaking a snow globe
I failed, I passed and I was so close
I excelled, backtracked and showed no growth
By being a bozo
It was or wasn't recorded on a Go-Pro
Life going up and down like a Pogo
Sometimes wearing Polo
Got my saber like Solo
Staying on the low low
No matter what, I don't need to 'E.T. phone home'
All these women so-so
Always posing for photos
Judging a book by the cover is proto
Days and nights yo-yo
Kept in the dark or receiving promo
She was doing the go-go
Others remained sad or were saying " Ho-Ho"
Unarmed or strapped with a fo-fo
Getting crumbs, a slice or the whole loaf
Obtaining zilch, some or it by the boatload
Close and far from po-po
You are so far from my sole hope
She told me her and I was a no-no
Because I was just a joe blow
Never once phased me, too worried about logos
Not ever going to spend time with me and Toto
Catch you on the flipside girl, since you treated me like a hobo
Will or won't happen near Point Lobos
Having nothing or something to do with Cronos
By the way, shout out to Quasimodo
If I wanted to kill myself I'd climb your ego
and jump to your IQ
Your birth certificate is an apology letter
from the condom factory
Looks like your face caught on fire and someone
tried to put it out with a shovel
There's only one problem with your face, I can see it
What language are you speaking, cause it sounds
like ******** to me
Hey, you have something on your chin...
no, the third one down
How come "you're a peach" is a compliment
but "you're bananas" is an insult
Don't know what your problem is but I'll bet
it's hard to pronounce
We can always tell when you are lying, your lips move
I love what you've done with your hair...
how do you get it to come out of the nostrils like that?
We all sprang from apes but you didn't spring far enough
Normally love to shop but I'm not buying your ********
You have the perfect face for radio
Calling you an idiot would be an insult to stupid people
You are living proof manure can sprout legs and walk
If ******** could float...you'd be the admiral of the fleet
What's the difference between your girlfriend and a walrus?
one has a mustache and smells of fish, the other is a walrus
Your gene pool could use a little chlorine
Had prepared for a battle of wits but I see you came unarmed
I don't know what makes you so stupid but it really works
Which sexual position produces the ugliest children, ask your mother
What would you call a woman who goes out with you... desperate
I'm multi-talented, can talk and piss you off at the same time
Shut up, you'll never be the man your mother is
You so ugly when you were born the doctor threw you out
the window and the window threw you back
You stare at frozen juice cans because they say "concentrate"
You're as sharp as a bowling ball
We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind,
The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes.
We are all guilty of the great crime: not learning to be simple,
But by choosing to be free, we can liberate ourselves from the endless, dark past.
We carry with us the void of imperfection, a heavy and dense cross,
Aged shadows, the echoes of a life that could be golden, with a mere gesture.
Striving to fit into destiny’s overture, to bend to the celestial tune,
We can reflect the stars within us, trading remorse for the triumph of true living.
Oh, mystical existence, cast away the weights that bend my soul,
Transform me from captive to seeker – to hold the egg of life in my palm.
I will face my demons unarmed, declaring my freedom in the waltz of life,
I will own every moment – forging a living temple from the desire to start anew.
Be the guiding star in the fog of discouragement that has tightened around my heart,
A wooden lighthouse, burning with the flame of renewed and purified reality.
I now leave the shield of the past, the essence of rediscovery pulsing in hidden seas,
At the dawn of my freedom, failure becomes just an echo, and life – a revived painting.
Let mystery bloom wild in the heart of my secret garden,
And the totem of forgetfulness fall to ruins, new sparks struck from fate’s flint.
Forward I will go, bound only by the vastness of the sky, its untarnished azure,
For I am the alchemist of my own essence – turning time into pure gold.
An unarmed soldier seeks justice
where the wolves prowl awaiting their prey
armed with faith silver shining chalice glowing light
Striking blows the deceiving fool flash reveals
Behind one mask lies a corrupt soul
I see the real picture frowns
But in front of the true judge Almighty
Our Creator
he will then face his accused head on
Only then dawning of his final chapter
destiny in a blink of an eye showdown begins
when a strike of someones tongue hurts
A bully of violence casting poison each false word
condemns the innocence hope always remains
when you see the truth clearly a chariot of fire
Stands out a million miles away
sometimes people are quick to judge the fact hides
in the unknown answer remains even in dust of our being
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Unrestrained Summer Fun
Unrestrained summer fun. Uninvited Feds frolicking, throwing unarmed people in unmarked vans. Rollers ride, with unchecked power, distributing death to those undeserving of it. Millions sick, from unseen marauders. Poets fueled, by undead spirits.
Unrestrained summer fun.
Under a bridge sleeps the undignified welcome committee for the unjustly unemployed. Unpaid rent leads to under-served sleep on unswept ground. Underneath is an under current, threatening to leave an entire nation undone.
Unrestrained summer fun.
Understanding what it means to be under the undermining influence of unrestrained summer fun is undesirable. Patiently we wait to no longer live under the gun.
A train travels under a bridge. I’ll try not to end up underneath it.