(5/1/11)
As a killer who took innocent lives
He has finally paid the price.
Ten long years he hid in the middle east caves
A life that he himself had paved.
He thought that he would never be caught
And for ten years his life was sought.
Usama bin laden is finally dead
With a bullet straight through his head.
His body thrown into the sea
And that’s where he should be.
He is now food for the fish
But I don’t think they want that dish.
Now in this watery grave he will be
Through out all eternity.
No one to look upon his face or to mourn
And his life forever to be scorned.
Al quaeda and all the terrorist cells
Can kiss our ass and join him in hell.
Every aspect of life has become political,
A trip to the Doctor can become critical,
because who you are in life never gets left behind,
If folks don't like you, they will treat you unkindly,
They will conveniently forget about the Hippocratic Oath,
and change their white coats for a cloak fron the coven,
slowly misdiagnosing and treating with hidden poisons,
No one is wiser and no one cares, especially if one has money
you will never get sympathizing stares,
They will continue to misdiagnose, overdrug and underdrug,
retribution for not sharing "the spoils",
They won't stop, unless the treated turn into thugs,
They cleverly hope their victims will rot away or have an untimely demise,
actions that are untraceable, makes the risk twice as nice.
SARAJEVO the safe zone
The missiles come down from surrounding green
hills made for home, but now are turned into
the hiding place for death that's always been
a part of life as life they always knew,
and when the sound of it comes to the mind
all Sarajevo hears the boom it makes
and wonders if there's any way to find
some hope, a bit of peace, as morning breaks;
the children close their eyes and make the run
not caring where their feet are running to
as shots ring out--some fired in just for fun
not caring what a little fun can do.
And all the world it watches in surprise
if any falls, or any stops and cries.
SARAJEVO - CITY OF PALACES
Each hall in every palace is a death
that's been for cen'tries; never ask it why;
it leads the hearts of men, in ev'ry breath
to join the call to arms, and go to die.
and what has led them on is what's been willed
to handed down, and what's been going on;
the shackles then are forged, the cup is filled
to overflowing with each troubled dawn.
Why else but Sarajevo is the cause?
Division of a way of life they live,
if you should ask them why, they say it was,
and so it is; it's all that life can give.
The beauty that was Sarajevo's charm
will come and go with every call to arm.
SARAJEVO - the sniper
He hides behind the dirty window pane
with eyes all cold and void of any care;
in blinding heat, or through a drizzle rain,
his thoughts are only what has brought him there.
His mind's not thinking; she's a special friend
nor is that girl in love; he doesn't care;
the choice comes on with no thought of the end
and made, perhaps, because she's standing there.
His sight is set, and all she'll ever be
gives way to things her life will never know
and when she falls and lays there helplessly
his only thought--is she was quick to go.
All in a breath, he's layed her to the street;
and ended life to make his day complete.
If this is what you want
then this is what you get
but what about THE CREATURE
that you wish you could forget
for is IT really just A CREATURE
even if IT cant be seen
for not genetically the same
as a human being?
is IT really a fact
or just to relax your conscience
when you walk through the doors
and rely on tools of science
when the two parts meet
to form a whole
now predestined to grow
IT has a role
IT may not think
IT may not feel
to say IT isnt alive
isnt a tree real?
without external cause
like the needle through your skin
THIS will surely flourish
as ITS life now begins
what can i say
to change your mind
i wont ease your conscience
i wont turn blind eye
THIS LIFE has no choice
THIS LIFE has no say
have IT yourself and ask IT
if you still have the guts on the day
unless proven to me
that there is absolutely no other way
take THIS guilt to your grave
shall my words not make you sway
if you still wish to end THE LIFE
wait for IT to be born
grab IT with your own two hands
and end IT with a knife
confused and muddled
that is all life is
to show the barest emotion
to society it is forbidden
outlawed like a criminal
you can't be yourself
it's always you can't do this or that
but against society no one stands
for if so you will get shunned
called a "freak" or "not normal"
and because of this oppression
your life will become undone
resorting to insanity or sucide
but sadly in this world
you have to be perfect
no flaws or mishaps
to be the best idol you can be
is what is wanted from society
so god forbid if you want to be different
you always have to abide by the rules
but sometimes the ones who make them
don't even follow their own law
so why yell at us when we break them
why aren't they repremanded
or cast out when they don't even follow them
so let us stand up to society
and show them it's ok to be different
lets show society that we can stand on
our own without them
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
upset at life and what it has to offer
i look at life thru colored glasses how
beautiful it can be but to take them
off i see nothing but monstrious things
unearthly creatures that i once thought
as beautiful i run threw blood filled
streets bodies afloat i scream at what
i see until i remember my colored glasses.
Sirens screaming, red and blue lights flashing
He was in the wrong place at the right time
His skin just happened to be the wrong shade
Hand cuffs tight and a good thrashing
"Kid, we just know that you did the crime"
"And for that a price has to be paid"
It was a hot night in a cold jail cell
Not really knowing why he was there
But he did fit the profile
Turned his life into a living Hell
They said that he did not have a prayer
He is going to be there for a while
Looking like a million dollar bill
Five hundred dollar suit, top of the line
Standing in alligator shoes
Going to deliver the bitter pill
"Son, You are going to be just fine"
"Boy, have I got some good news"
"Does not matter if you did it or not"
"They say that you did"
"Take three years and come out a winner"
"They are wanting ten, man that is a lot"
"Maybe they will go easy on you, you are just a kid"
Another day in the life of a public pretender