Short Genocide Poems
Short Genocide Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Genocide by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Genocide by length and keyword.
Nazis failed
filled with sadness
as I see Zionists try
history repeats
babies die
and die and die
Dead Babies
You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore
In the midst of Slavery
We survived
In the midst of Segregration
We survived
In the midst of Genocide
We will survive
Thank You God
John Fetterman
appears on news feeds again
Calling ‘genocide-in-Gaza’ protesters ‘dopes’
so I guess he’s including the Pope
Your tears a nectar of the finest wines,
Rippling into the sounds of genocide
Like bullets to flesh, breathing
Its last breath to the children’s of tomorrow.
National Bad Poetry Day
There you have it
I had no idea
I am in the perfect site
for today!!
which rhymes with
cliché
betray
and dismay!
Genocide
By Immaculata Ortner
We fought! But in vain!
We stretched, but our top was so high
Our ground trembled as tears of our gods flooded our land
a vice to entice
the egoist mind
that bends former friends
in conformist grind
with pecks that erect
genocide refined
to loft those most soft
and seize all mankind.
Dead babies by thousands
clapping hands, dancing feet
starvation of the masses
genocide repeats
I own a dictionary
and a map printed in 1947
Vaporized poem
circle of terror
go back to the title
read again
and again
Sweetie, those thoughts of yours could kill. Are you working towards genocide or complete annihilation? Trap your thoughts in a cage and never feed them again. Let them turn rabid on their own.
How to get rid of Blacks
How to get rid of Jews
How to get rid of Asian
How to get rid of Latins
How to get rid of Poors
How to get rid of Non-Aryans
Give them Abortion
Hell is waiting
evil
a genocide
wrapped in hypocrisy
cruel unspeakable horrors
of heinous crimes against humanity
in blatant scorn for the impending wrath of god
~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The little white house
one hollow, pale May
gapes wide dark bowels
devours a prized race.
Screams in the black
tunes and sweet song.
Hair to power looms
Last waltz of souls
in carbon streaked flames.
How can we relax?
When machine guns take virginities,
When people are forced from their homes,
Or die,
Where receiving rations is taboo,
Where hope ceases to arrive,
Think of Darfur,
When you lay to sleep.
Sadly, as before
we support the Terrorist State
not the oppressed
not the child on roller skates
we support the Zionist hate
snipers shooting freedom
daily
every fatality
a testament
to the crime
Be an evil Zionist 1
Support genocide and Zionism 2
Be silent 3
or
Be a human 4
The difference between Love and Hate
obvious to some
oblivious to the superficial
Dial 0 for Freedom Fighters
The chorus of criticism
echoes unblessed
Where millions hide waiting
misled and repressed
Destruction and mayhem
the rallying cry
With freedom the villain
— in hope’s genocide
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Living Being,
with heart and mind
Throws all reason,
through rift in time.
Primal instincts,
surface now
Destroy the enemy,
no matter how
Genocide,
or first degree
It matters not,
murder's murder to me
Form:
as South African authorities
opened case at International court of Justice ,
accusing Israel of genocidal actions
in Gaza,
hope the judges
will look at this issue
seriously...
As no one must be
above the Law.
The invisible poet
the invisible, lacking humanity
the invisible, mostly slaughtered
the invisible child
the invisible starvation
the invisible food
the invisible you
I am ashamed
by so much invisible
surrounding me
Oh Almighty God
end this genocide on Gaza
move demons away
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
hate is an internal cry
burning salt drips of anger
steaming for justice
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
Just a thought.
If the Palestinians
had looked like the Danes
and with blond hair and blue-eyed
Less Semitic
Would West Europe have done more
to save Gaza
From the genocide we witness
Are we witnessing racism in action
Deadly acts of genocide
where was life
now only rubble and dust
the sky a silent witness
to horrible crimes
a mothers tears
a child wrapped
in white cloth of shrouds
hearts that can no longer cry
we sit helpless
waiting to die
When you die
you may be burnt
better than those
that Zionists burn alive
you may be buried
in the soil of the universe
at best
may you come back as a blooming rose
giving hope to all who admire the beauty
of natures mystic gifts