Plunderers Poems - Poems about Plunderers

...When we start off one rarely realizes all the true scientific downstream consequences of our original acts When we hear the key click in the car's ignition we know it revs up the entirety o......Read the rest...

...Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens, drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, the intoning hallowed water of evergreen wo......Read the rest...

...She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn, the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution. Those eyes were meek, never crude to yearn the ties of proximity longed! Those meek ador......Read the rest...

...GOODLUCK Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) On congruent grounds we let him, though we hate......Read the rest...

...GOODLUCK Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we ......Read the rest...

...Slenderly community The land of sobers Enough for plunderers Ground of Ivory Home of diamond and gold Is now Magufulized No more embezzling Lazy are working Respecting their roles No mo......Read the rest...

... They love to sell into the dark end, where covetous souls plunge to the bottomless debt deep Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting: Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting is......Read the rest...

...Voting With One's Feet (American Peace Corps Volunteers) Let me sing the 'American Peace Corps,' Its heart for so much of the world Though by governments youth are exploit......Read the rest...

...Resting in the Persian hills, is a mosque built under enchantment. The gold visible between its pillars, beckons the wayfarer’s advancement. There was none who could stand against its sorcery; ......Read the rest...

...Who Is Your Neighbour Who is your neighbour? Hey! You must be joking! The kennel on my right for My bulldog my bully to rip down my door. The barn of cows mooing on my left keep My kitche......Read the rest...

...WROTE A BUJA... A buja wrote a song it rubbed the who in power the wrong way... to the slammer bujas.. committed himself self imposed insanity.... Called his government plunderers stealin......Read the rest...

...cellophane world... procuring accouterment of this and that from hither and thither the consumeristic narcotic rages through our pulsing veins as we desperately try to pull on the ever-loosening r......Read the rest...

...That mug could be etched onto coins if only conscience failed to intercede and money-changers picked their totems with less attention to global schemes. Funny how cold metal splatters all the br......Read the rest...

...My tendon's note      bends downhearted; fleshy, wincing anguish      perforates with whelps stippled by fiery ferocity and    &n......Read the rest...