Murdering Poems - Poems about Murdering

When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right They think profit is the devil,...

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You are my suffering Why did you do that? With a poor man? Tell me why? Beautiful rich woman You like to torture men. A man's life is nothing to you. Just a life, like an animal’s My life is broken, no more way, I can’t find, I am a hell rider, an adventurer of Lucifer I am wandering...

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If you’re planning to murder your wife, Using poison, a gun or a knife, You must plan things with care Or, if not, then prepare To face jail for the rest of your life. For a husband, who’s now in the news, Killed his spouse but left multiple clues - Cleaning agents in bags, Plus a hacksaw and rags All with blood found...

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You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath. You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath. When a patient is racist, you think it gives you the right to kill her or him. You think that you are making the world a better place, you are very dim. When people are racist, it's bad but murdering them...

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"Murdering Pluto" On Pluto, they deal with trauma in the best possible way, they murder it slowly in poetic hell day after day. the dark Seraphim have their way. their ways are stellar. some say they hover in the stratosphere, but that's much too clear. They're in the parallel dimension, that forgotten, unnumbered place. Not the 17th, or 38th parallel - that's for another wall, to...

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They murdered her without conscience, concern or caring No one knew her real name They called her mouse but no one remembers why She should not have been here! They are argued. Agreeing never to divulge what had happened Mouse’s murder was never solved But the bridge turned ugly People came with spray bottles Defiling and defacing it Maybe Mouse’s relatives. No one knew why But...

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The USA sent 3 men to the moon in 1969, helped bring us to a cell-phone age, but the globe's wealthiest nation, with the most freedoms WILL NOT STOP COP-killers murdering unarmed PEOPLE OF COLOR (c)Deo. shalom, shalom! Corona feels like Judgment now. IF U WON"T PRACTICE DEMOCRACY, THEN TRY JESUS. Better than your stinking democracy. Ask todays Iraqis,...

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I wondered about This road sign It Haunted me So went a digging Found some old skeletons Up near Weyba dam It is Black in the killing days Was not the colour To be When white spilt from the ships And stained This beautiful brown land Stained the white sand With the red blood of blacks I always wondered As the sun shines On the coast Why it is so white And now I...

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1.Virtue does not-kill; committing yields other sins. 2.Sharing, guarding, available bread, succeeds collected wisdom. 3.Better not-slaying first,unique truthfulness comes next. 4.Holy-books’ right path, unthinking virtuous not-kill beings. 5.Among feared renounced, fearing not-killing is supreme. 6.Devouring-death uncross life-days of followers of not-killing. 7.Never kill to save thy loose life. 8.Slaying some one gainful wise earning scornful. 9.Analysts of slaying reward all slayers worthless. 10.Wise recognize slayers by sicky soreful look. ………………………………… Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the...

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She bleeds a sunset, on distant skies, and cries an ocean, that waves goodbye: I once was Earth, but now I die....

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Rescue me, superman Can it be you, I see Or is the bird not for me? You scooped me up Into the heavens of the sea Then alone I was in the dim alley Is the moon forever so washed-out? Or does this bird’s ex-ray? Take the moon into daze The laughs are heeding from near Perhaps, the joker… Or is it just the cape, as...

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Not swimming through the depths of despair. Not trying to make the world a better place. The torture starts to feel better. The torment starts to feel better. Something beautiful dies in the dark. Something twisted lives in the light These glass eyes make it impossible to see. The fog lingers, the fog lingers...

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