Murderers Poems

Scapegoat

Punished for nothing and sacrificed
For the sake of its murderers vanity
They victimized you to satisfy
Their own uplifting insanity
What was the subliminal god's reaction?
Seems he wasn’t too pleased with that
So quoting Mick Jagger, no satisfaction
Has appeared as a matter of fact
Mortal sins have exceeded all expectations
The worst get unlimited power
The wise have diluted in million variations
Their

The Internal Affair with my murderers

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 eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason 
the FBI approached me warning me this man had 
killed several elderly persons and recruited my
 
ex husband now my children and lives were

My Murderers

I didn't know him as a serial not exactly 
at least not at first even though I'd overheard 
the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom
searching for tissue only to find several guns 
rifles grenades hand guns rather neatly lined 
behind the bathroom door startled I was
  
on thee other side of a

The Russians Are Coming

The Russians Are Coming
The Russians are coming, tremble in fear
Hide your jewelry, washing machines, beer
But their army is weak, only fights the unarmed
We should take them out and all they’ve farmed

The Russians are coming, animals from the east
But they’re brains are deformed an insane beast
Morons with weapons what do you expect?
We allowed this, gave too

Creatures of the Night

Growing up, I never believed in monsters,
 at least, not in the kind that lived under my bed
and in my closet.
 No, the monsters I was terrified of 
 were the same ones my parents acknowledged:
 the bus-stop child predators,
  "bad people" on the news;
 the most chilling collection of 
  scary stories

She Should Have Raised Axe Murderers

She was the kind of mother 
who should have raised axe murderers and serial killers.
Harsh, bitter, angry, with six touches of meanness 
and a horrible sounding whipping belt that she loved to snap

However, she raised two unhappy children who became notoriously successful.
After they escaped at eighteen, never to return. 
Realizing life is different outside the

Accountability

When positions of authority
Blatantly abuse their power
Telling you what you’re seeing
Isn’t what it appears to be
We need accountability.
When the murderers wear badges
But skip the silver bracelets
And orange jumpsuits and
Remain free to kill again
There should be accountability.
Too much has gone on
For too long to too many
Man’s law isn’t enough.
So justice can truly be served
Why isn’t there

An Entire Nation Still Mourns

One minute everything was fine but the next, everything went sour.
Terrorists hijacked some planes and attacked the World Trade Towers.
Because of those damn terrorists, 2,977 innocent people were killed.
They attacked the World Trade Towers which took six years to build.
Construction of the Towers began in 1966 and ended in 1972.
What those terrorists did was a

How Many Murderers Do You Know

How many murderers do I know?
An interesting question
I hope I don’t know any
I know of one who tried.
Got by with an attempted murder at sixteen.
Sealed those records.
Gave him another chance.
Arrested at forty-eight, after stabbing a waitress forty-two times.
I can’t help but wonder how many there were in between.
I did not know him but I did

The Murderers Cry

Haven’t you had enough blood from the beginning of time?
Haven’t you taken enough lives before they should have died?
All around I can hear their cry 
They want to escape from the under world
You spill blood in the name of heaven
You murder, women and little children
You humiliate the rich and kill the poor
Shedding endless blood on

Wind of Parable

If the wind is blind the storm should see
And if the storm is blind the wind should
See
If time is a bow then we are all victims
If work is for all then we are liars
Turn to time you know it that greed
Has turn to a flowing habit
If the cemetery is blind then we are dead
If the

Murderers

I wonder what they think about
When planning to murder someone
Do they have to make
Their mind blank 
So as not to think about it
Or are they fixated on it
To focus their very soul
On what they are going to do.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Obama - Time To Bomb All Isis Murderers Straight To Hell

Obama - Time To Bomb All Isis Murderers Straight To Hell

And now there is Paris

BOMB ALL ISIS GENOCIDE KILLERS STRAIGHT TO HELL

Commander-In-Chief Obama, you need to call steady air strikes until you have blown ISIS TERRORIST GENOCIDE KILLERS off the face of this earth! Even if it takes American ground troops,, all nations must send

Taliban Murderers In Pakistan

Why do I hope 
there is a Hell,
while wishing 
to escape its 
clutches myself?
Because I want 
there to be a
special Hell 
for those who
kill children.

A Suggestion For Future Mass Murderers

A Suggestion for Future Mass Murderers

By Elton Camp

A fiend has taken twisted action again 
Later to be another, who knows when

At Sandy Hook, he had his awful way
Innocent little children wantonly to slay

The lowest of cowards he has to be
To go on such a vile shooting spree

The least humanity such man does lack
To gun down

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