Short Massacres Poems
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environment pollution
driving animals to extinction
world wars
nuclear weapons
mass massacres
hatred
inequality
injustice
but the real threat
is Coronavirus!
Dying Nation
Anguished, frustrated
Cowering Inside,
Trapped in cobweb
Nation's life.
Disentangle, escape
Tightening grip,
Handcuffed by
Society's whip.
Hypocrats, Scandals
Stymieing progress,
Repressed opinion
Honesty undressed.
Bomb-Blast, massacres
Breaking events,
Delighted vultures
Hunger content.
Lord terrorists who praise Thee as GREAT Thou hands with the innocent's blood wish to stain*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
16 July 2016
*The terrorists all over the world, before each of their massacres, cry out "GOD IS GREAT " and then slaughter the innocent. What a blasphemy to commit murder in His Holy name!
. . . I stoned the lord of death to death
we lye, now, side by side
as
effigies of who we tried to be
among countless
revolutions
among countless
massacres
evaporating into mixtures
of all who passed
that day, united
beyond soils of new shoots
I, a deserter
I, a warrior
I, a beggar
I, a zealot
with the lamb
gathering stones . . .
iraq needs social sciences
those fighting the holy war need to know
massacres over your love of god is you failing your judgement day
good to know chinese proverbs hold many fortunes
to heal the many prisoners tortured
america kept pretty ignorant to the facts
of being sold genocide
walking these tight circles to find
your **** industry of kama sutra holds much sway
A man with a hoary haired head
From shining black to innocent white
Carrying wisdom and experiences
Is the man to live with history
Which can't be tampered and distorted
His life carries the evidences of
Any past wars and massacres
Any past incidences and disasters
And now is our turns to become
The witnesses of the global epidemic Covid-19
Are you feeling proud or grateful
Thanks God we've struggled through
We persist in running again.
Eyes widened by experience, open like wounds.
Heavy jaws of ruminated
Portions.
Hallucinations of wolves and foxes and mean people,
Ripped members and massacres could
Always and never happen. Our lives
Mean nothing while living in
Tastebuds of animals and those who profit
From our meat and coarse hair.
They fade in our mind, hitherto
We persist in running,
To fleetingly feel alive.
if bombs fall on a
far off place can CNN
make us feel the pain
woman lies about
her color do we color
her in black and white
man massacres nine
innocent souls yet some care
more about burnt flag
Charley Cotton blames
the dead for dying because
they didn't want to kill
a flag flies above
intolerance lives below
hate lives between them
emancipation
reshaped a nation don't fly
stars and bars no more
They say silence gives consent.
It is true especially of a tyrant.
When people obey his evil deeds,
And rival to please his sinful needs,
He then parts with the human soul,
And answers only his rapacious call.
If they keep their disgraceful silence,
He goes beyond any viable riddance.
He is not to blame for his massacres
As they granted him god-like powers.
It takes God to bring him down,
And rid the people of his crown.
This life is a series of massacres
not an ongoing war
an onslaught of broken words
and dreams shattering to the floor
the guns are only firing from the attacking side
in life we cannot fight back
we cannot turn the tide
sometimes life gives us good
gives us rainbows through the rain
we try to mend our broken pieces
only to watch them split again
there is nothing we can do
no hope for him or her
for life is not an ongoing war
life is a massacre
Carnage at churches & clubs
Mass shootings at concerts & malls
Massacres at schools & theaters
Our children walkout today
Peacefully protesting gun violence
Background checks for all
Bump stock elimination
Military weapons ban
Commonsense gun reform
What our students are fighting for
People dying needlessly
Drive-bys occurring daily
Innocents gunned down in the streets
We need gun safety taught nationwide
Rallying for the wellbeing of U.S. all
Old Man At The Diner
He slaughters his hamburger steak
with a fork and a butter knife,
massacres ringlets of onions
again and again
thumps catsup all over
the bloody commingling,
then ever so slowly
peppers and salts
and reminds me of Hrebic,
whose wife, back
on the block of my youth,
sat all summer out on her stoop,
knees awry, one eye black,
the other turning gray,
sunning the great white hydrants
of her phlebitic legs.
Donal Mahoney
"a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI"
THE UNHEARD
A forgotten melody
Blows through the windows of pain
Tears fall, doubts remain
A sorrowful refrain
War’s dark shadows looms near
Massacres, hopes laid low in fear
Innocent lives lost, memories scarred
Forever changed, hearts marred
Leaving loss, heartbreak displayed
Riffles silence smiles
Blood soaked in exchanging gunshots
Forever battles, in tragic miles
Hard to stand up for what’s right
when POTUS gives up on the fight
Right away he abandoned Afghanistan
forsaking our own soldiers to the Taliban
For two years he’s supplied arms to Ukraine
but never sent what would recapture terrain
And now he’s all-in for a Gazan permanent cease-fire
fueling Hamas’ ‘thousands of October 7 massacres’ desire ...
Just part of POTUS ‘ironclad Israel support’ ~ the bald-faced liar