Slaughterers of anonymous souls
Windows displaying tawdry tales of woe
Flashing neon lights restraining human kindness ~
Cities grind humanity into sausage for politicians & moles
Categories:
slaughterers, animal, city, horror, humanity,
Form: Free verse
The lock of auburn hair flipping one way
then another over his smooth forehead
bearing the proud visage of youth undaunted
by vistas only dimly perceived…
His portfolio cuts into his side at
the sweet whistle of the train
a train that will take him away ~
away from those sere plains o'er which
cattle and slaughterers yet rumble
Categories:
slaughterers, adventure, farewell, future, youth,
Form: Free verse
Beat the drums; aye, beat the drums!
Make them go stark raving mad—
These likes of Emperor Jones. 1
The criminals' courts play house.
Adzes don't cut their own tails. 2
Where are Clinton, Bush, and Trump? 3
'We' are the people, the mob. 4
'We' are judges; 'we' punish.
They should be ripped limb from limb.
Peaceful rallies will not do.
The criminals we'll tear up
On the streets across the globe.
Over!
1.14.2024
1 See The Emperor Jones, a short play by Eugene O'Neill.
2 A Persian adage
3 Three of the infamous slaughterers of the Bosnians, Afghans, Iraqis, and Syrians
4 See "I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg.
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Categories:
slaughterers, america, anger, discrimination, holocaust,
Form: Blank verse
Today some chickens will crow for the last time
Some will come to roost and meet their demise
The ruthless butchery is about to begin
Fowls are timid as the slaughterers grin
Sharpened knives wait on chopping boards
Sizzly oil await in the cooking pots
A world-wide genocide of the chickens
An epidemic of chicken flavour in the kitchens
Dismembered chickens turned into luscious hot plates
Mouth-watery are the ravenous partakers with appetites to sate
All ready to dig their canines into steaks
Plates will be clawed and bones will break
The bloodshed forgotten, it is all gravy
A chickenapolyse always comes yummy
A day like today always tastes like chicken
It is a delicious Christmas again
Categories:
slaughterers, abortion, animal, christmas, feelings,
Form: Free verse
The Halal slaughterers used to come at dawn,
they came to kill the lambs,
they would cut their throats, in the shape of a smile.
The slaughterers came at dawn,
and they killed the kids,
they cut their throats in the shape of a smile.
Did they smile as they did the deed?
Are they still smiling now?
What kind of man, and what kind of creed,
can contemplate this, and how?
Where are the teachings of their God?
What are their true beliefs?
Are they truly righteous folks?
Or are they merely, thieves?
Who hide behind a chosen creed,
and say they are God's men,
I say they lie, I say they heed,
cruel, and evil orders, then,
unleash their ignorance on those they see,
as enemies of their master,
an ugly, murderous mess ensues,
for the many innocents, disaster.
And here in our 'nice' democracies,
we sit and watch on our TVs
as evil flaunts its wicked grin,
and thousands commit the most wicked sin,
and again we do not lift a finger,
the bad tastes from other wars still linger,
we wait to see what will unfold,
too late for those who'll never grow old!
Categories:
slaughterers, death, faith, fear, loss,
Form: Verse
Lemon and lime
Vodka, remember
Black sockets slewing a curtain
Hidden, a sudden frightened parasol
We are completely closed to them
They pass like ghosts and I seldom remember
Their name and species
The cut of the coat and a sacrificial
Nothing
We take our corner
Childish how you react
To a fortress you cannot break out of
We are dead and this is our crypt
Pass by or god forbid you make us vomit
A love of divorcing slaughterers
Water runs rampant, as vodka
As ice, as blood
The rest is a box
A ribbon and yours, do not touch me
Just take it and leave
Lower your head
A toast to the crooked hammer
We sleep a beautiful rhapsody of grey
Ochre in our chambers a full view
Liquid silvers this looking glass shimmers
Slowly recoiling
You come closer and contaminate with filthy dark glaring eyes
Shrieking with the absolute Devil of truth
We are you.
Categories:
slaughterers,
Form: Free verse