Short Slaughtering Poems

the lawn mower man
so savagely slaughtering
the beautiful things

he-loves-me-not daises weep 
for broken forget-me-nots

by gail...

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why is slaughtering a man ~ viewed a lesser crime than murdering one 

  and why man decides to put an s in front of laughter ~ just kills me


By
David Kavanagh...

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mysterious figures
wander in the countryside
aimlessly in the mud and dust

but meanwhile
black and white killer whales
keep slaughtering the seals

and giants of history
smoke chimneys like cigars

while silver is cold
and wind draws through March...

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Mankind is a vicious creature,
senselessly slaughtering its own
flesh and blood.
The Devil,
upon his throne,
laughs and pours
his red wine.
Mother Earth, she does tremble,
from the raging war of Man,
and the violence of their guns.


*Inspired by Cream's "Tales of Brave Ulysses"...

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In their slaying cocoons
these loathe baboons
brood their chaos

In their slaughtering houses

they see some rubble 

of a ruined love.
But not being above
they fail to see 
what we see
 
as from these tops; their spite are steps we scale to skies;

these tops, so cool 
and also true....

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Had Nazi Germany's holocaust victims,
been forced to endure the same kind of suffering,
that is inflicted upon animals for food from birth until slaughtering,
generation after generation, after generation, after generation,
Nazi Germany's holocaust today would be one hundred times more disturbing....

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Young men, 
Women and children,
Fleeting their land,
A war destroying their country,
An enemy they can’t seem to understand, 
“we are freeing you from your leader’s tyranny,
slaughtering you all is a war causality...”
On embers and ashes 
an empire of democracy shall be built,
Oh... The irony....

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Now you are silence
Wild your horses
remove the bridle
and see
eternity will be born out of you
 
you would know
time is a slaughtering knife
fight this enemy with a scythe
silence the storms
the lightning nights
 
Come to me
my queen
I am the inmate of your secrets
 
The words are yet to come....

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I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters....

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to live 
is to eventually die
but live while
you are alive
dieing for a piece
of paper is not living
	better start
digging your hole

turning your back 
for paper
is as slaughtering 
horses 
filling your ears with 
gold and
 body with fur
is filling only 
vanity

to live
is to die, 
but die with dignity 
knowing you didnt 
live for the green...

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If 
They were able 
To speak
What would they 
Say about us

If 
They were able 
To think 
Would they be
Smarter than us

If they do
Will they hate us?
For torturing them
For slaughtering them
For abusing them
For abandoning them

If we help them
Would they still be with us?
The voice of the animals 
Are calling for help
Echoing inside my head...

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Guns are blazing
America I use to think you were amazing
But all this violence have me worshiping
God alone knows I cannot stand this slaughtering
Why aren't you willing
To put a stop to all this killing
Every story I read is so chilling
How I pray Politicians would start admitting
That these guns are only used for financial taxing
Its time you stop the biding
Humans are no longer for auctioning....

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Sloping down in gold pursuit 
of a bruised city,
sons of nameless fathers
were changing the generic mandate.

I am becoming fluvial 
going on a muted odyssey
to find unmarked graves.

Slaughtering 
your own lines, in praise of end-
which came very soon;
before the windows altered the moon.

Genes spilled on the road
recalling the wounded
son whose lexicon took him
to war with the meanings. 



Satish Verma...

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oh, this grinding surge
roaring into battle,
how the air is filled
with the sabre rattle;
how the sky is blacked
by fires in their burning,
how the townships sacked
by counter-strikes returning;
how the guns and shells
through the air are streaming,
how the tolling bells
bleed into the screaming;
oh, the fight for land, 
conflicts over chattel,
how the days are spent
in slaughtering the cattle....

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Living in a world of guilt
Cross examining every thought
Slaughtering every thought
On which your world is built

Never gets you very far
You sit and wait
You watch and wait
To hit one under par

But you’ll get there one day
When you do something
When you start something
While your masochism is away

So maybe wait another week
To do something
To start something
And add a year to your losing streak...

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Her, an abstract art
Whom he finds difficult to understand
Truly inaugurated by Almighty's heart
Her, an expensive brand

Her aura enlightens
The dim & dead
Morning brightens
As she communicates eye to eye & head to head

He gets jitter while confronting her slaughtering smile
Barely manages to talk
Since her only job is to send him exile
Yet above all is her seductive cat walk

His highness
Take heed of his shyness...

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She tore through this house in a satanic type form,
But he supported that thought like it was the norm,
He would not defend the one who bore the most pain,
Instead slaughtered angels with an onslaught of rain.

He mocked and posted and pushed all the wrong blame,
he should hold his head down with the feelings of shame,
Now I will run and hide from such a deceitful uncaring man,
A wasted year, and to many moments in a given span....

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I sit in the eye
adjacent to aqua and bolts
the heaven of thunder bellows
inhibiting all rainbows
from materializing
like it's 1929
but not anymore
my soul's voice combats against the gray
with all of its vermillion fire
the embers only vaster
emotions peak
causing a supernova
slaughtering the hurricane
 now surroundings are green and cyan
a dreamland that appears phantasmic
the coast is finally clear
to create a new realm...

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During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production

Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my soundness
Perforated by the eerie current
‘Twas delivered via the vapors of her breath

Curtly, such graphic memories gnaw the very bones
Of what I had thought to be timeless romance
Though once again I’ve been forsaken
To drink all ‘twas left unsaid and unknown...

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Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?

So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging 
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a 
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long....

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Let us get something straight, America ?
Nearly eighteen hundred years after, `Heaven's
Messiah came with a new message wrapped amid mercy
Love forgiveness turning the other cheek compassion: you became
Your own delusion this allusion the ushering in of time's end towards, an age....
Beginning her descent a betrayal then slaughtering; mirrors as chains and nothing has
Changed but their sands which remain about his illusive illusions these lies: Daemon, taste your fruit....

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Necessary evils
Propagada's on people
Killing the weak
Devouring is inevitble
Chaos is rancid
Thier burning like acid
Fleash eaters existence
Death is persictence
Centralizing the nervous system
Eating the fleash from the skeleton of their victoms
Slaughtering every race
Fullfilling their plce
Equivalent to none
This world as we once knew undergone
Fleash eaters
A flench to your side
Blood gushing from inside
Fleash eaters
Night time creatures
Taking over the future...

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This is the bottom line; side stepping as skirting....
All ramble bamble bull crap ? Heaven's Messiah, came
Over two-thousand years past with a message: turn your cheek
Love your neighbor enemies and all as yourself ? Yet, certains entered
Her America's and soon thereafter began slaughtering the native's their precious
Priceless hearts soon to proclaim as self-serving title as this, manifest destiny ? 
Surely, a prophecy come true indeed; for you were as are, a manifestation ushering in....

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