Militancy Poems - Poems about Militancy

... To wallow in the fires is a tempting surrender. A swan dive into the maelstromic implode of mushroom clouds, return to sender. If I let it take me into its vespered aqua......

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...Terror deep into that darkness scaring Terror death shall bring out extremists Death long I stood there provoking, declaring scaring Terror I crave the terrorist, tearing Terror you......

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...I am, though I didn't ask to be, A woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother. Born into these roles, and know no other; Even my name was given to me. We are, though we didn't ask to be, (We are bo......

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...A frighten, however hard soul it tries, Will always be ghastly, if demons steady rise Now grisly is just the thing, To get me wondering if the fright is sepulchral. How happy is the ......

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...Yes I am of the almighty Obafemi Awolowo University The alpha and omega of all other institutions No argument about that fact! I am of the almighty Obafemi Awolowo University Nobility runs in......

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...Have You Ever Dreamed? Have you ever dreamed  of a Nigeria where all is well; Where the streets are cleaned, and everywhere is safe to dwell? Have you ever dreamed of a Nigeria where promis......

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...PHILISTINISM… Shysters set up gallows must for self.. Musters dominate china red dominatrix. AS works had been done, all that did the jobs could well to eliminate cause by their poles and forces as t......

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...They brought back saddle without the warrior. Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet woven with blood. Lotuses are disappearing from the serene lake; migrat......

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...concerning Iran (a brief letter to the american voter) dear miss or mister still-believing-in-the-“dream”--- which face that you see being displayed on your screens, do you think will get us into a......

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...They brought back saddle without the warrior. Wrinkled eyes of a broken mother frozen with tears, pick up the pieces of carpet woven with blood. Lotuses are disappearing from the serene lake;......

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