Peace Poverty Poems

Written: January 30, 2024
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I will craft melodies...

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Toys in the bloody
Dirty and occupied streets
Children are screaming.

Babies are cold dead
B 1 Planes are bombarding
Poor dead civilians!

Bloody streets
It is Hell on Earth
No Heaven.

Human beings
Are...

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Water is essential to everyone
All species need H2O to survive
No one can live without this weapon
A dehydrated lion will die in
Minutes without any type of...

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Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays...

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In a nest of straw, a gentle dove once dwelled,
Seeking peace amidst the urban's frantic maze.
With tireless toil, she fashioned dreams untold,
Her sanctuary rising amidst...

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Anaemia

Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds

Siamese twins of hunger and...

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Immediacy

Without the

Connections

Without the 

Back and forward

Without the

Transmmissions

Without the 

Knowing 

Without the

Stories..

Immediate

Peace......

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In the corners of our world
Lies a pain that we can't ignore
A cry for help, a call for aid
From those who hunger, cold and poor

Their...

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(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)

Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold...

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The least racist person is a racist
The least fascist person is a fascist
The least criminal is a murderer
The least sinner is a big sinner.

The least...

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In my entire life,
the worst things to come
upon me,
has come at the,
hands of respectable
people, who call themselves
good.

It has not been,
scary men, in dark shadows.
It has...

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Dripping darkness, doubt, despair
Melancholy, secrets kept
From the heart who knows only
To breathe and believe, to see
What is good and kind and alive
To give – what...

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Beneath the broken willow tree, lies a girl helplessly
Passersby look at her with disgust in their eyes
Her shorn hair, her torn shoes and her worn-out...

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I ride on the wind
And fly over the mountains, the trees
The unending seas, the long rivers and small streams
Over the dry deserts and the still...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants...

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