rough sea waves heave
a deadly shark appears
a predator rapes an innocent
Forenote: In India, over 80 rapes are reported daily.
This poem is what that number feels like.
It wasn’t merely news.
It caught my breath
in a sudden, silent cage.
Someone else’s daughter,
once again,
became my own.
Fear became my habit,
something I grew up wearing,
and never learned to take off.
The wounds inside me
still breathe,
like hidden demons.
Like glass I shattered,
Scars making me believe
in fragility.
I am a mother now;
My heart lives outside my chest,
And fear is the shadow it casts.
Mother that I am,
My chest now holds two beating hearts.
With every screams,
Killing me half.
Every day
another girl.
Today,
the heart
bleeds again.
© Chitra Arun
(“Loyalty Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
For the Love of Dog
I think there’s a good and simple reason
Dogs are usually so friendly
And willing to trust and forgive
And that is because
Unlike us
They can’t see the bigger picture
They don’t hear the news we hear
About wars and riots, rapes and murders
And so they have no idea
Just how bad
The humanity they are conditioned to love is.
It makes me sad for these canines,
But it also makes me envious.
(9/14/25)
At a young age, they start to rape.
It is a disaster in the Cape.
At 15 he starts to rape.
There is no way to escape.
At 15 he rapes the kids in the home.
They are close like bees in a honeycomb.
The grandparents in the house
living like blind mice.
The parents are all drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Their kids are thrown away,
their lives have gone astray.
Their kids have been vandalised,
they have been bastardised
by a 15-year-old boy.
He is not a stable boy.
Grandpa and Grandma turned a blind eye.
How could they turn a blind eye?
For three years they ignored it,
even though they were in the cockpit.
The grandparents turned a blind eye.
What standard did they apply?
Their kids are drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
If we embraced caring, what a world we could have
Empathy would ooze forth from every Mom and Dad
The golden rule would be apparent on every corner of town
Six would run to help when an old lady has fallen down.
We would know our neighbors, their names, and stories too
People would be upbeat, and excited, no one would be blue
Doctors would stop prescribing medicine, for there would be no need.
Until our bodies turn one hundred and we had truly gone to seed
Murders, rapes, and home invasions would be thing of the past.
Caring is the new sheriff in town, and we all hope it will last.
If we embraced caring, on one would go homeless or hungry.
If we embraced caring, what a kind world this could be!
Every single Arab death in Gaza
is attributable to HAMAS
Aided and abetted by Iran
Russia, and Mahmoud Abbas
First Hamas butchers, rapes, and kidnaps
thousands of Jews and others
Then its ‘brave warriors’ use as human shields
their so-called ‘Palestinian brothers’
When Israel dares fight back
‘Ceasefire now!’ Hamas whines
Demanding Israel release Palestinian murderers
while it (Hamas) keeps its hostages under tight confines
Today's 'potd' blames Israel for the genocide
that HAMAS perpetrates on both Israeli and Arab sides
Where has America’s decency gone
Long time passing
All the folks who support Hamas
would thrill to Auschwitz’ gassings
Hamas rapes, burns and slaughters Jews
Palestinians celebrate these ‘heroes’
Their American supporters don’t want Jews to fight back
The number of foes killed will have too many zeroes
No matter that Hamas embeds its troops
in Gaza’s hospitals and schools
Or that they use human shields
to pad the numbers killed urban war yields…
Meanwhile, Hamas blocks food and humanitarian aid
from ever reaching civilians
As their fat-cat leaders luxuriate in Qatar
drinking and dining in pavilions
Where has America’s moral compass gone
to support monsters like Hamas…
Those who scream ‘from the River to the Sea’
would eliminate each and every Jew ~ Nazi brutality to surpass
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
It's fairly easy to spot a terrorist.
They wear masks to hide jagged intentions.
While goodness stands in the central light.
With hearts that are quite transparent.
A terrorist slaughters children in their beds.
Uses the innocent as a shield.
Goodness protects the young from harm.
Will fight to the end for every one of them.
A terrorist tortures and rapes women.
Then parades them through the streets.
They hide bombs in places of worship.
Then stomp to death the old and meek.
A terrorist will sucker-punch the angelic.
Then cower like rodents in a subterranean hell.
The righteous meet the devil's platoon head-on.
With fiery fists and a will made from God's iron.
A terrorist is an expert at projection.
Goodness will sit upon truth's throne.
God will always side with goodness.
While evil will perish, shamed and alone.
Ask yourself, are you a terrorist?
For there is an easy test.
Are you a blossom or a knife?
Do you cherish all God-gifted life...
Do you hold God close to your breast....
Or harbor black-hearted agendas.
Beating in rhythm with destruction and death.
Were Women Once More Prominent in the Bible, God?
I would ask God if this is a level of Hell
For why else would we have rapes, child sex trafficking and murder?
I would ask God if we live more than one life
For I feel strongly that we do
I would ask God if the Bible was different once upon a time
Before the editors took out the books that referred to reincarnation
I would ask God if the women used to be more prominent in the bible
Before the male editors began changing it up, so we could be chattel.
If you come to my occasion
Maybe birthday or dedication
You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull
Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful
Our common and daily food
Is becoming an august food
Either our leaders aren't aware
Or they just don't care
This continuous bulging in the price of rice
Coming from a government thought will be super-nice
Is nothing but a rape of hope
Pushing the masses to where they'll never be able to cope
With the lamentation of those who market rice in bagful(s)
And the masses that don't have their pocketful
We don't need a teacher to tell us that the situation has become rotten
Yet they want to make the rotten situation golden
Those who failed to achieve their pocketful of promises
See this rottenness as golden to make many more promises
Our situation is either feast or famine
Which we all need to examine
The rapes and the ravages are too many
that make us pickle
While the precautions are too little that make us tingle
In their timetable they've made it turn by turn
It's left for us to learn or continue to yearn
Very funny how it is easy to be lonely in a city of millions
Very Crazy how it all goes from bustling and noisy
To killing the night in a cold-blooded silence
The night becomes so silent
The beat of my heart screams louder
Than a pregnant woman in labour
At a General Hospital with no electricity power supply
A simple indication that once again
I am back to the trenches of my loneliness
Where thoughts of what tomorrow holds
In a faulty system
Hunts my mental health
Rapes my subconscious
And leaves my hope hopeless
Praying crosses my mind
But that will be me joining millions to pray amiss
Maybe I just need a willing to cheat Miss
To come fill my lonely night with sonorous moans of pleasure
!
My pocket cannot sponsor my desire for pleasure
Maybe I should end it all
Once and for all
©ABSOL
We are a Hartland kind of small town.
People are good folks here.
there's not a whole lot to do
but we work hard doing it.
Last year we hit a record
of two rapes and three murders.
The sheriff says we're just
a statistical anomaly,
just a blip where blips seldom occur.
Our town, is a very, very good town,
we farm, do no harm,
we have a single industry
of tinkering with tourism.
The high school is on permeant lockdown
since - well you know what.
Lately there's been a lot of shootings
at the one bar where we meet and greet,
it's troublesome
the pastor says it’s worrisome.
It's like we all turned into a big city problem,
when we were just sitting on the porch
enjoying that small town summer breeze
not looking.
The Mayor says we will be on our knees
by the end of the year.
Who would have thought
that evil could grow so tall
in our very own corn fields
while we were playing checkers,
or watching an Andy Griffiths show
from a town called Mayberry.
I would like the world to be fair.
Everyone would be joyful and excited about life.
When someone accomplished something
we would all hoot and holler and yell in glee for them.
We would be joyful when someone else won an award.
I would like the world to be safe and kind.
Everyone would leave their house unlocked.
Because they would trust their neighbors and friends.
There would be no robbery or rapes or killings.
Because the world would be loving, and everyone would have friends.
We would take care of each other and uplift each other,
knowing that we are all spirit beings, related in some wonderful way.
No one better than any other person, all of us spiritual cousins.
Written 6-05-2022
Contest: If Only My Wish Would Come True
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabisson
There is no god in England
(I learned of that this day)
For when a man is stricken
He has no more to say.
He lies in expectation,
The end to shortly be,
Torment is blindly gazing out
Through eyes that barely see.
The blaze within his body
Radiates, and yet,
The chilling of his very soul
Allows him to forget.
With sonance all around him,
The sobbing and the tears,
He listens to so many words
Whereas he hardly hears.
And so, within his restless mind
His hopes are all he'll keep;
All he'll find to warm his heart
As those about him weep.
And in the darkness of the hour,
When all is done and said,
He sleeps the sleep that comes to pass
And rapes his weary head.
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