Short Recruited Poems

and you carry on
Recruited by the devil
he doesn't know I'm taking over
never to see the fake of God
for what revenge I'd make
for all of us that gazed upon
a cloud
knows there very little the air...

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She asked us for a funny cake
None of us understood
Until the seven-year-old heard the request
I know what grandma wants she told us
She recruited several cousins
They formulated the perfect cake
Wild knows wild said my husband
He ought to know
He was raised by one
And is being bossed now by the other...

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Remember me day and night.
Keep my photo hidden.
Even sleeping,you keep me
from your chest.
So do all this.
Then why do not you become me?
Oh love, please open it and
do not hide it in the heart.
When all the night you troubled.
You are breathe recruited everyday for me.
Then why do not you make me now?...

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They are recruited
for Operation
Merdeka,
trained to kill
their brethrens  

Aware that is to
attack Sabah

They refused!

They were killed and
tortured 
on the island named
Corregidor 

That event inscribed
as Jabidah Massacre 
then reported on 18
March 1968
 
Willingly sacrificed
their lives to avoid
use
on attacking Sabah
on the order of the
Philippines

Indeed,
their sacrifice
shall not be a
waste!...

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That day the army came to our village
And ravaged every part of it with terror
I held my baby sister, blood soaked,as she took her last breath 
Dad died in the battle lines trying to protect our family 
Mother and my two brothers managed to escape
I was recruited into the army with many other boys my age 
Eventually I got up the ranks of a captain 
I still fight the war that I don't understand, I still fight the war that's me

August 20 2015...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

A paper with illustrations
A coin with symbols 
It is everything you buy
It is the state you bribe

One's mind you distract
One's eye you attract 
You have taken so many souls 
Yet you still continue digging holes  

You grew fangs 
And  recruited gangs
You made it clear 
And yes life without you isn't fair 

Everyone worship you 
You fed them with ego they grew 
Those that praise are few 
It's you that they chew...

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The drops were saying something,one day.
The tinkle answered to every with a yes.
The commotion of senses was manually stopped since
eyes were closed.
particles recruited only the relaxed sanity,verges blunt with ease in the flow.

The moulds are designed to be felt,acknowledged.
The rhymes of the patterns spoke of balance and unobjectionable,layers remained.
Tangled cliches got overthrew by the murmur still making their way.

The plates of soundless aroma,dropped from air
in air....

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