Death Murder Poems

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Six dogs die
And one guy cries
the dogs are not political
Oh! My, My,
Don’t you know?
Deaths are always political
Be it mosquitoes or a martyr
Someone’s always there to...

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A voice for the voiceless
whose cry still unheard
Alone in the womb
but blessed by the Word

Defending the helpless
as murderers loom
Divinity watching
— a reckoning soon

(The New Room:...

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Written by Gail DeBole
on April 24, 2024

He ransacked the dumpster near the vacant campground
Looking for small trinkets like a well-trained bloodhound.

You know the story. His...

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  Israel says Hamas-Gaza commits genocide
  murdering innocents while they paraglide

  Meanwhile Gazans weep and cry
  for thousands of innocents they...

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(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it...

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I saw God yesterday.
It was a sunny day where I play.
Suddenly, I saw a calm, serene face.
He told me not to go near the swing...

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I worry that my coat will murder me.
Hanging on Banister’s Edge it’s a man lurking, dark.

I’ve seen rows of killers shadowed and waiting,
hidden in the...

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I demand Justice, 
For the world's hatred, a blight, 
Justice for the innocent's tragic plight, 
Where evil prospers in the night, 
Like shadows dark, obscuring...

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When my mother discussed his story,
I was tragically shocked and enraged.
How could someone kill a teenager?
Assuming Yoshihiro was a trespasser?

An exchange student, a young teenager,
From...

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Palestine Oh Palestine
Self resonating scripts of ignorance
revolves my mind
So Quicken a day
and say today is blessed
Not a day like today
when we the stones of Palestine...

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In the visiting room evening's ebony is shellacking everything.
He sits across from me at the sable-shaded table, in shades,
pours black coffee pungent as the Gauloises...

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She entered the parking lot of my townhome
devastated I was after several home invasion 
my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson 
murderer of...

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I’ll speak of me past, of stories once told.
Of men that rode waves out in the cold.
Tales of the strong, the courageous, the bold.
Most of...

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He got buried six feet under
No eyes to see the thunder
He has no heart to feel sorry
He has no soul to feel any worry
He simply...

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