Short Recruited Poems
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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
daddy’s stepping out
mother Russia reach around
polishing his throne
***
According to Alnur Mussayev, Trump was recruited
by the KGB’s 6th Department as a spy in 1987,
and given the nickname Krasnov.
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
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?
Form:
Small town hick watched a romantic flick
Ate his salty popcorn really quick
Floor of the theater was sticky thick
Stepped on the toe of an old friend named Rick
Angry Rick told his big brother Dick
Dick recruited their second cousin Vic
Vic said fighting is mean and sick
Ignoring the slight is the real trick
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!
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
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
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.