Massacred Poems - Poems about Massacred

...The world is bleeding We stand at the edge of a precipice, Looking in fear on our Earth, Boiling, bubbling, and steaming, With pools of blood flowing. Warplanes blanket the sky. V......

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...To all those house *******, alienated by the darkness of the Republic, You have forgotten the horrors of slavery and colonization, To believe in the delusions of assimilation and integration. Know......

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... Written: January 22, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote: “In the dynamic world society which is the objective of the United Nations, all peoples must have eq......

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...I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press... for enlightening my senses to the evocative, reciprocative and suffocative auditory and visual material publicized in The Nation magazine J......

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...The Twelve days of Christmas On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me, I think that’s the police up there. So I drove them up against a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, ......

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...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......

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...“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” – General George Pickett Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze Stood Pickett with his face etched......

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...In the battlefields, weapons are volatile. When the sinister charm of the angel of death preaches the gospels of chaos. When the greed of bloodthirsty people defiles the purity of freedom, equali......

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... I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the spark of crying hail and maybe, the snow-storms melted t......

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...I write the saddest things just to see if I feel. This is real Depression Repression The world holds us back Words on the attack My imagination does not lack Love hate Different aspects o......

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...My distant spirit is dying, disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating. Defenceless, as hope disappears, emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters, yet to be discovered. In the ......

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...She cries for the slain, She mediates for the oppressed, She opens the door for the innocent, She avenges the tortured. Her voice is heard on the streets, Where the feet of the downtrodden tre......

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...Before Toussaint and Dessalines It was nothingness Organs, guts and spleens Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray Were treated worse than anim......

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...It was in late October in the year nineteen seventy three That the war in South Vietnam was finally over for me I boarded the seven o seven and couldn't wait to get going A non military plane,......

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...He is eight and confused. He has been borrowing ideas all year. He asked his classmate if he could copy off her. She has always said yes until today. Maybe four weeks of copying was enough? Now h......

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