See No Evil Poems - Poems about See No Evil

(A Poem of Two Brothers Torn) They call him tyrant, ruthless, cold— A shadow cast in headlines bold. But truth, like buried roots below, Feeds deeper than the world may know. He studied where the West holds sway, Learned Plato’s path, Machiavelli’s way. Philosophy shaped his guarded mind, A mirror to a world unkind. Yet history speaks through hidden pain: One Korea—once whole, now twain. A...

Continue reading...

They call it a profession. Selling your skin is not the same as selling your skill. They call it a bad habit. Nose picking is not the same as digging dignity. They call it empowerment. Selling a product is different from being the product. They call it freedom, Walking naked in a cage is not the same as walking free. They call it a choice But selecting whose...

Continue reading...

We have built a world— Not for the need, But for the greedy. Palaces boast of fifty rooms Where no soul sleeps. Garages gleam with a thousand idle chariots, While the homeless pray to wind and pavement. One man holds A thousand acres of land, While millions kneel With no soil to claim as home. Step into the White Halls of Power— Leaders dine in gold, While the...

Continue reading...

Marijuana from a farm in Oklahoma Chemicals added that could put you in a coma Grown by a Chinese Mafia, on American land They don't care if you die by their hand. Marijuana from a Siskiyou County farm Once few sheriffs were needed, such little harm Now the Hmong come in, want locals out More trouble that your marijuana is about. (Chorus) Just one...

Continue reading...

Of all the world the many seams no wonder at times divided Of all we know of right, and every right’s been wronged Yet we try to mend and forgive -- Despite the glory of heaven, and the devil we know his domain Yet we try to live!...

Continue reading...

Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA He thinks Auschwitz would save the day and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for But Slavic voters may show him the door. 74,000 Polish Christians died at Auschwitz camp But Let's look closer under the lamp Nazis targeted any possible Polish elite If you attended secondary school, you could die at...

Continue reading...

A soldiers Plight: War evil Orders to murder the innocent subjugate morals Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025...

Continue reading...

I am Hamas I am humanity I am not Sin never burnt children nor rejoiced in their demise. only soldiers of Zion lack all morality I am not War I stand against oppression give back our olive and orange gardens give back our land Zionist rapists burry them in sand I am Sinwar never forget me I sit now in the heavens preparing your hell ...

Continue reading...

The righteous suffer, the wicked flourish that is how the world is nourished The righteous cry it’s just not fair the wicked howl ~ you’re immaturish ...

Continue reading...

evil is evil genocide is genocide Zionist is Zionist...

Continue reading...

They took him— not for war, not for crime, but for curiosity. A boy from Congo, where rivers hum with memory, and the trees know your name. Ota Benga— smile full of sun, soul full of sky— was stolen, placed in a cage beside an ape while the world laughed. And they called it science. They called it education. But it was cruelty— plain and piercing. He was not a beast. He was a...

Continue reading...

Ugly jerk mouth tampers in others affairs black heart white Zionist...

Continue reading...

Isn't it funny how people see money pieces of metal so very small there's not a lot you can do with a penny or two money itself has really no uses at all it used to be beads and once it was shells at least you could wear them and buy or sell how many have a dim view of money pieces of...

Continue reading...

It enters like an old friend Too familiar to knock Slipping in quietly When joy is about to speak. It frowns at others’ laughter Shudders at joined hands Sours even the sweetest moments Like a worm in ripe fruit. A plague, it spreads Changing faces and shifting names Hard to name and harder to cure It hides behind our smiles. It festers and grows into hate A hollow...

Continue reading...

My demons know me, they know where to hurt. They quietly tighten their grip on the soul of the man under my shirt. They think that this evil is something I fear. They think that it’s easy to create and control my tears. But age makes a difference between a boy and a man. Age creates...

Continue reading...