8/4/2025
Countless individuals
have become self willed.
Seems each day that passes
innocent people are killed.
Shootings and stabbings
have become the norm.
To society’s prescript,
many loath to to conform.
Perpetrators all receive
what we call “due Process.”
So they’re given a lawyer
who excels at aggress.
Because oft times the penalty
doesn’t fit the crime.
Some are granted pardons
precluding doing their time.
Many times the perpetrators
upon return to the street.
Unwilling to seek a job
and with others compete.
They return to the same life
they failed to escape.
They were given second chances
to slash, shoot, loot and rape.
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
Jesus's killers
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had
known for thirty years but never met was there. Do
not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it
appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when
thinking it was vital, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated, to keeping
holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and
there have been many that have forgotten. Right now in
Palestine, there is low-level extermination going
on, but since the perpetrators are people who
suffered much, we pretend not to see.
As a man in an illegal Jewish settlement said:
We killed Jesus and are proud of it,
In broad day light
In plain sight
The rain has fallen
And evaporated free
Speech over night
Riotous murder
Blame the simpletons
Protect the perpetrators
Who’ve political value
Kill the prisoner
Who shouted a view
Don’t write a thought
Or they’ll come for you
Two
Shrinking in fear
Of the new two tear
Five years to endure
But hopefully, not one
Minute more
Meanwhile thousands
Might die, but no will
To keep the score
We’re expendable
No longer dependable
They’ll lie until the election
Change their truth
Change their direction
Five more years to bear
The psychopaths will share
The spoils and the loot
Put us under the jack boot.
For now, they’ve banned fun
But our time will come.
David Cox 09/11/24
Ladies in Jerusalem
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I had known
for thirty years, but never met was there
Does not exist, was the answer
I wrote my name also; it appeared I didn't exist either
I did once when thinking it was important
but some ladies in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies of Jerusalem are dedicated to keeping
holocaust alive
A hopeless case
there have been many holocausts throughout history
right now, we are witnessing a holocaust in Gaza there, have been many more now forgotten.
In Palestine, there is low-level extermination on
but since the perpetrators are people who have
suffered much, we look another way
An aggressive Zionist, an illegal Jewish settlement
said, we killed Jesus and are proud of it,
Peer deep into my eyes, what do you perceive? They hail me as strong, yet my heart grieves. Funny how it no longer bleeds red, Perhaps my heart, too, is weary, fed Up with heartbreaks, betrayals, and strife, Weary of the relentless fight for life.
If only perpetrators wore a sign, Perhaps then, protection would align. No pain, no tears, just a numbness remains, Yet it feels like yesterday, as fresh as stains.
No longer seek salvation, not even from self, Talking brings more agony, needles delve Deeper into wounds, not mere hurt, but death, Left bleeding, lifeless, with each passing breath.
They say I've survived, if only they knew, The shattered pieces, the hidden hue. Strength they see, if only they knew the cracks, Beneath the facade, the silent attacks.
How to staunch tears that bleed like a flood? How to halt the flow of crimson blood? How to move beyond what claimed my breath? Does time truly heal, or deepen death?
top shop and racism
It has happened again it appears fortnightly now
a posh shop has been robbed in the purest of daylight
that's about 12.30
all the fur and other expensive stuff were grabbed and
carried out to a waiting car, where passers- see but
do not interfere with the ongoing theft.
Not reacting, turning a blind eye might, be the best
way to survive in a country obsessed with handguns
used by thieves with no fear of the law
Here we come into a racial issue when a big heist like
this happened and the perpetrators were white
the reporter with the emphasis they, the thieves are wite
If the assailants are black the color of their skin will not
be mentioned for fear people will call this racism
The truth of the matter is most of the big operation
of thieving is done by black people not say, this and
pretend otherwise does not do anyone a service
If we get to the point that white people are actively
fearful of black people, we see the making of a civil war
One side calls a militant a terrorist
The other deems him a freedom fighter
Each side sure the other is blacker
Each side confident it is whiter...
But when it comes to mass rapes of Israelis
to Hamas' fully-documented sexual atrocities
There is one, and only one, surety
The perpetrators and all their enablers
must be eliminated ~ swiftly and completely
My pen cascades it's ink here and now,
Leaving stains on my pad, silently i assign my words,
Carefully in a filthy aura, they might be candied than
Thaumatin, yet as biting as lime, very monotonous
And exhausting.
Perseverance please!, it's not my fault.
Let fault be found to the wicked, who are never guilty
Of their licenticiousness and that's why my pen is on a hike
Traipsing about to rebuke the vicious.
If i were you, profligacy would be a consequence.
Perpetrators of the ordinance along with the
Muggers of mutual estate, to them it would
Be a remorseful dilemma.
If i were you, this couldn't be what we're,
Impoverished, philistinism, unpaid time off and
Antiquated. I wish i were you, you couldn't be
What you're doing, nefarious crooker, larcenous,
Deceitful and shameless, still they don't get
Why if i were them.
I wish i had that crown on my head,
It doesn't matter whether it would fit me or not
But it would definitely suit me, to hold the treasure
Fishy enough it's neither mine nor yours,
It belongs to them.
Inspired by a moving storyline from a show. Rape takes more than a woman's body. It is a violation of her soul.
Piece of her soul
By Michelle Morris
12/08/2023
She sits in the dark
Can't leave her home
She doesn't believe in justice
She won't know their atonement
Two men took her body
They took her screams
They took a piece of her soul
They took her life's freedom
The terror and the nightmares
Whilst asleep and whilst awake
No one should have that power
Over another person's fate
Will she find the strength
To call back those pieces
Her shattered psyche
Her soul's darkened recesses
To use the power
The medicine inside
Support of her ancestors
Support of her tribe
Rape is more than four letters
It can lead to a life sentence
For the victim, not the perpetrators
One of those terrible life lessons
No woman deserves such cruelty
No man deserves such dominion
We are each accountable to the other
Our souls are linked in eternity
Let's start by turning on the Light
Within our souls and in our lives
Let's be gentle with each other
Make love and sex non weaponized
© Michelle Morris, 2023
A dazzled getaway and a lost soul
An imagination so earnestly cruel
Midsummer paradise of love
Made a parody of the land over once they drooled
Nature was forgiving
Soaked it all in
But the perpetrators swore to never give in
As they took away all opportunities of caregivng
Barren lands never bloom
Strangled by nature
Had made the land a widow too
Fruits of love had turned ugly to become a matter of despise
Only if the Prince had gripped his soldiers on the last ride
New beginnings must surrender
As we must confess our gentle reader
They would poison the land again
With atomic waste continuing the chain
Humanity
I looked up the Wikipedia to see if a man I have known for thirty years but never met was there. Do not exist, was the answer. I wrote my name also; it appeared I didn't exist either. I did once when thinking it was important, but some ladies
in Jerusalem had deleted me.
The ladies in Jerusalem are dedicated keeping holocaust alive, a hopeless case, all holocausts and there have been many, are forgotten. Right now in Palestine, there is low-level extermination going on, but since the perpetrators are people who suffered much, we pretend not to see.
As a man, in an illegal settlement said:
we killed Jesus and are proud of it,
hovering o’er head
a halo? likely stars…
a circle of cuckoo birds
unconscionable violence
toward a sinner or saint
unconscious body…
could have deserved it or not
just desserts or rot…
a good samaritan steals
the show, pretentious or pure
violence of stars…
vigilant suffering haunts
amnesia of act…
his own? the perpetrators?
samaritan out of cash
samaritan posts
on social media, asks
legitimately or not…
green leaves falling from the trees
is he a treasure or thief?
victim lays in bed…
his feathers are dollar bills
and will he rise up…
or cash out? head stuffing-filled?
was he faking all along?
6/1/2023
Along a Jersey creek, somebody
Made a crazy find –
500 pounds of pasta had been
Somehow left behind.
Whoever dumped the noodles
(Mainly elbows and spaghetti)
Isn’t known, but word got out and
There was lots of wordplay ready.
“Pastabilities were endless,”
Was reported and, as well,
“The perpetrators need
The penne-tentiary,” I heard tell.
My favorite was the mastermind
Whose capture is the aim.
Though it might be just an alias,
Al Dente is his name.
The Twin Tower fell
A dastardly crime
A fact not diminished
By the passage of time.
The perpetrators were Saudis,
But Saudi Arabia supplied oil
A comfortable relationship
The West didn’t want to spoil.
They had to do,something,
That was quickly understood,
So they invaded Afghanistan
Just because they could.
After twenty years of chaos
The West withdrew
And the rule of the Taliban
Began again anew
Leaving a battered country
As only invasion can.
Osama Bin laden and crew
Had been found in Pakistan.
There’s a bright end to this story
Realtions with Saudi didn’t spoil
And so to this very day we
Can till rely on their oil.
There’s a Twin Tower Memorial
Bearing each victim’s name:
Sadly over in Afghanistan
They’ve not done the same.
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