Short Tear Gas Poems
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Tear gas canisters and rubber bullets
are hurled at their direction,
yet they rise again and again,
like anthills cropping out from earth.
The rains normally beat them, but keep
on rising and rising from the ground…
Justice sags for those in rotten rags
Those in uniform is kept razor tight
Where is your bleeding heart now.
A baby, whose line crossed
Where history meets,
Dies
Unschooled
To tear gas rain,
Condemned,
Justice floats away
Like a forgotten balloon.
Tear-gas gunned.
Water-canons-shot;
Beaten...
Thrashed...
I, the unemployed
Stood before that police
One among them
Who had not got the payment himself
At least for a year
Just like me
Happened to lift his police-pole
To hit me
And when he found him facing
His own unpaid brother
Only tears could well up
In both
27 December 2021
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
Now your streets are overgrown
with poison pansies, weeds, and thorns.
At night there's rape-intimidation and extortion.
Just beyond their fragile little mind border.
A dollop of tear gas and a couple of weed whackers.
And they'll scurry back down their rabid holes.
Dear Seattle,
You've sold your balls to the devil.
thunder and lightning
are weapons of sky gods
the gods of war and tears
guardians of planet earth
regularly on rehearsal visits
with loaded cruise missiles
water gallons and tear gas
to train select nations in war
the ones on front-line defense
on combat, assault Technics
and scorched earth wastage
in preparation for war actions
in event of aliens attack
at the end of physical times
Mother earth
Is in pain during test drilling for oil field
Her reserve of life is treat.
And the hemisphere
Rivers are dying out
The forest that act as earth windshield surface
Is turning its greenfields brown
When people cry
The oil companies beat and throw tear gas on the people´s
of the earth.
Sea water fish and seabird experienced
In the oil spill scene damage
Oil and water don´t mix.
Make love not war
Keep peace on the radar
The generation of the 60's did define
Free love, and the peace sign
People today are still seeking peace
But governments seem only to want war
As tear gas and bullets they release
To maim kill and scar
Peace appears to be a distant dream
As those in power plot and scheme
Shooting their missiles from afar
They should learn to make love, not war!
i'm not
here for
the riot
but to
write
it if
i can
throwing
back a can
of unexploded
tear gas because
i'm not wearing a
gas
mask
no i
know
i'm sure
my photo
is now being
shown on mass
media but i don't
need exposure
or the cover
of TIME
to tell
you
that
i'm
me
and
will
always
be me
but the
times
do change
as so do i
but
i'll
still
be
me
no
matter what's
the matter
Form:
A red-streaked panorama graced Washington's dawn
Clear lake-blue skies there all day long
Portland smoke-gray, from tear gas and pepper spray
Antifa showed its true colors on Inauguration Day
Not a hint of outrage from the government or the press
It's alright if the fascists are left-wing, I guess
At the Inaugural Ball, attendees donned their prettiest dress
Masks muting their 'concern' over the Oregonian mess
The art of intelligent debate is gone.
Lost in the children of the corn maze.
A generation raised by brainless boxes.
Know-it-all that really knows nothing.
Civil debate has become passe.
Now it's only my way or hell's highway.
Tear gas-bullhorns. doxing.
Up in your face is all the rage.
These little demons of anarchy.
Should be caged until humanized.
Goodness needs to take a last stand
Up in the turret of the damned.
Blood soaked boots and napalm skies
Tear gas thrown but your tears are dry
A body lays there with open eyes
As it lets life go without a sigh
The taste of steel, the grit of sand
A steady rifle in a shaky hand
Step over the ghost of a man you once knew
Another casualty from a once solid crew
The ground is black, the air is cold
They’re barking orders—do what you’re told
Because you’re a grunt, your life has been sold
As you live to tell the tale at 18 years old