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 warned me about the sparer, not caring
Terror overreacting and overreaction with my militancy
I protest as I contest
I have dreamed of the elements
I crave the material, militant! Militants!
But in the fact that it was dripping
Still is whipping, still is whipping, whipping up destruction and terror
Much I marveled the material battlefield
The military melancholy mussing
Terror while I pondered, tearing and sealing just short of stealing
Terror deep into that darkness objecting
Terror death shall bring substances
“It’s that beating, “so I muttered
Terror picking up dead bodies that clutter
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
militancy, adventure, analogy, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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 born into these roles; we have no choice,
Decided before birth when we had no voice)
Members of a certain ethnicity.
Now others are being forced onto we,
Religious, which includes a certain militancy,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Issai, are these our main identity?
All entirely arb-it-rary.
And where in all this is our humanity?
This was not how it was meant to be.
Categories:
militancy, identity, religion,
Form: Sonnet
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 ghastly carnage, however hard it tries,
Are you upset by how sepulchral it is, if demons steady rise
Does it tear you apart to see the carnage so grisly?
O' holier than thou Christians
Militancy so of violent Christians, if demons be steady rise
On your insides
violent Christians is militancy, if demons steady rise
In your hearts and mind
A militancy is colossal. a militancy is banner, if demons steady rise
a militancy is bigger, however oh however hard it tries,
Yet demons ready and so steady do they rise;
I rebuke thee, demons 7 X 70
2/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
militancy, adventure, analogy, anxiety, change,
Form: Free verse
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; migrated to seeds.
There are no visitors.
Who was losing the battle?
Have not you heard about militancy
and mutilated god? We gave him
our sons and daughters, still he was hungry.
The mankind celebrates the decline,
mourning hills,
dances with the bones of ancestors.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
militancy, art,
Form: ABC
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; migrated to seeds.
There are no visitors.
Who was losing the battle?
Have not you heard about militancy
and mutilated god? We gave him
our sons and daughters, still he was hungry.
The mankind celebrates the decline,
mourning hills,
dances with the bones of ancestors.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
militancy, art
Form: I do not know?