Short Perpetrators Poems
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chemical weapons
completely unjustified
we're droning on to
punish perpetrators
and war goes on
so even more can die
what more is there?
© Goode Guy 2013-09-01
Perpetrators who
Commit manslaughter could claim
Asylum, if found
Innocent after
Trial. This was the case in
Ancient kingdoms like
Israel, Judah
And others. They came to be
Cities of Refuge
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God is red as blood. His glory is violent and pure. His grace prepares me to step into the light; the red lights preach my soul and hold me when the perpetrators become bold, so bold that the daylight becomes their night and my screams become silent. It is only the red light that embraces, only it that kills, and only it that saves me.
Love does not discuss sins
Mistakes are facts of life
No one is infallible
When a brother makes a mistake
Be careful not to respond
With another mistake
Forgive cause you need
To to be forgiven
No perfect beings exist on the planet
We do not rejoice when a brother falls
We rather run to restore him
Victims as well as perpetrators
Stand in helpless need of His forgiveness
If you could have been
part of the population
in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
at ground zero
you would have seen
total annihilation
when the bombs were dropped
(Little Boy and Fat Man)
and if it weren't enough
you should become 'hibakusha'
victims of nuclear fallout radiation
the perpetrators censored the news
and only the survivors
were evidence all war must be stopped
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
Partnering with death, poverty
Of hunger and homelessness
Seek the equality of all—Vowing
Never to discriminate;
But their perpetrators
Continue to control the odds
Favoring a hued majority;
A hued majority remaining
A minority concern as their opioid
Conditions are not prescribed—
Just over the counter cash addictions;
So odd be the ways of mercy and equanimity
When it comes to the hued like you and me;
How odd.
Come all ye faithful,
Wherever you are
Faith and trust
Will take us all far
Far away from Power and greed
And the perpetrators who planted the seeds
Seeds of doubt and deception
Out of ordinary folk's conception,
We do not need to beg or plead
Even though we have a need
For Peace.
Faith and trust will help to heal,
Some of the scars of unnecessary war,
Church bells will joyously peal
Faith and trust will triumph once more.
Linda
Compassionate, kind, generous, loving
Mom of many children, work-mom of hundreds
Lover of life, family and dogs
Who feels hopeful, grateful, and uplifted
Who fears depravity, unfairness, and perpetrators who hurt children
Who would like to see fairness, goodness, and kindness
Resident of Lee Summit, Missouri
Nurse
Date Written: 1-14-2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 2 Jan 2019 Bio
Sponsor Name: Dear Heart
Unconscious minds, perpetrators of pain,
oblivious to karma they accrue,
continue their feral sadism insane,
until grazed by the magnetic bliss dew;
then love enabled ~ destiny soul drew.
We are insentient to inner light,
being what we are, aglow day and night,
for free will’s chosen not path of wellness,
falling from grace, yet feeling not contrite,
shrouding luminescence of blissfulness.
22-April-2022
My country is a woman on the street
Birthing whore children
My country is a song
Bustle to choke my melodies
Her woes - lyrics & whore styles
Spray over my eyelids
Where in abject poverty
I lost my fleshes
We don't not know who the perpetrators are
The citizens - Governments
Youths - everyone
Corruption grows in its valley
In the shoulders of a demon
A country on it pulpit
No hope - No faith
I live in it a mere being
Paciolo Pen Saint
Along a Jersey creek, somebody
Made a crazy find –
500 pounds of pasta had been
Somehow left behind.
Whoever dumped the noodles
(Mainly elbows and spaghetti)
Isn’t known, but word got out and
There was lots of wordplay ready.
“Pastabilities were endless,”
Was reported and, as well,
“The perpetrators need
The penne-tentiary,” I heard tell.
My favorite was the mastermind
Whose capture is the aim.
Though it might be just an alias,
Al Dente is his name.
Each week, viewers of the television saw
what was an over-dramatization of the practice of law.
His intensive questioning got many to confess.
The guilty would often break down into distress.
Here the lawyer was in front of a judge and jury.
The questioned were under oath with a threat of perjury.
Mr. Mason always seemed to outsmart the district attorney.
He grilled those who were perpetrators of crime.
How can one be a lawyer and detective at the same time?
Passengers on planes who balk
At following the rules
Should not be seen as harmless,
Merely acting out like fools.
For disobeying mandates,
Flying trapped up in the air,
Is a risky proposition,
Which to seatmates is unfair.
A threat to flight attendants,
Fellow passengers or crew
Should make flying, for the perpetrators,
Totally taboo.
Arresting those offenders
Who cause on-board stress and strife
Isn’t punishment enough – they should
Be cuffed, then banned for life.