Massacred Poems - Poems about Massacred

...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......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...or Trust Me, Sweetie -- That Flood You See Is the Harbinger of Doom "Love's labor is lost on most bums." -- a pair of sore knees * * * My valentine yet brings the dozen ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Raising the cross on the dome of the rock, we rejoiced Oh god! what did we rejoice, our hatred, our love, What is love, sadistic love, crusaders love, for the love of god There is no love, we ma......Read the rest...

...Before death I stand, inside a hallway of enduring shame not waiting on judgement, for there is none for such crimes, just abandoned forever pondering worthlessness, Everyone’s dead Butchered ......Read the rest...

...World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried After My Death by Chaim Nachman Bialik translation by Michael R. Burch Say this when you eulogize me: Here wa......Read the rest...

...In the heart of my heart I cry for you in the harbor of my despair I feel your emptiness a land once yours was lost stolen by men whose hearts were cold and whose greed and hate knew no bounds ......Read the rest...

...The insidious reign of your apparitions, your coitus with the attic serpents was sufficient to strip all pigment from my skin. Was it they who walked you blindfolded through the upper chamber......Read the rest...

...For years, the ominous signs were palpable The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable And left lingering became monstro......Read the rest...