Sometimes a poem only needs its title.
Sometimes though it’s clear
The lessons of history
Were never learned
In the first place.
(9/11/26)
Terrorism Explained
Nazis
KKK
Epsteinists
Zionists
common denominator
white men
who professed superiority
Nelson Mandela de bunked them all
a little man in front of Fox news
laughs at the truth
spews illusions
who could possibly be
attracted
to such monsters of hate
Archie Bunkers still exist!
When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the wrong place
at the wrong time with the wrong face
seeing promotion from outside in the cold
not a foot could I put over the threshold
what with doors slammed progress jammed
out of my depth in over my head
can't get a look-in may as well be dead
In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.
The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were shattered, tears were shed,
Small hands that held pencils bright,
Now lost forever to the night.
No words could heal the broken cries,
No comfort soothed those weeping eyes,
Yet in their courage, we must see,
The spirit of unity, strong and free.
We hold their memories close, we swear,
To build a world more just, more fair,
O children lost on that cruel day,
In our hearts, you'll always stay.
Bias
Leads to prejudice
To malice
To injustice
To fanaticism
To nepotism
To vice
To avarice
To cynicism
To favoritism
To lust
To mistrust
To bigotry
To insanity
To corruption
To discrimination
To steal
To kill
To ignorance
To violence
To extremism
To racism
And to terrorism.
Fairness
Gives to happiness
To equality
To liberty
To friendship
To courtship
To justice
To peace
To love
Of the Spirit above.
Copyright © June 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
It is always good to be real in life.
when you speak the truths to help
some victims of atrocities in Africa,
you are doing a good job.
As you think of decolonise some African countries
And some colonisers think of recolonise
the entire Africa.
Don't forget to find out the reason of assassinations
of many African loyal leaders.
Don't join some African traitors
who don't care about the lives
of millions of Africans.
Remember that the sellouts
were paid much money to sacrifice their colleagues,
they were also killed systematically
and seized all their stuffs
by some western corruptors.
In so called win - win deals
which many African leaders
were imposed by some western leaders.
As the westerners gained 85% of interests
in those so called deals.
when majority African leaders
called for the change of the systems
and some parternaires in businesses.
Now there are wars , massacres,
genocides,terrorism, and rebelions
in some parts of Africa.
Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/
Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/
Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/
No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em /
I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/
From the tales we’re told as kids too tall for our short attention span/
To the guide rails blurred /
As they asked his to crawl when they need to get walking/
You see them down that’s the only way you’re kicking it with kin/
It’s true I’m on a path of a one pony savior gripping it and withering/
All new weathering whether winning or taking a slipping loss never falling/
Re-gripping your loft to grow a new crop for your own sods sawing
No, she mustn't cry out loud,
Every pain she must but hold;
No tear must make its way from the sides,
Of her pained, grieving, red rimmed eyes.
Into the casket she can't help but stare,
At the boyish, chubby face so fair;
And wonder why she can't seem to hear,
The sweet voice she once held so dear.
It is but a matter of time, she says,
To every person who tries to close the case;
Lazy boy he's always been but he'll,
Get up from his sleep when he's had his fill.
What will it take to convince,
A loving, doting, caring mother since;
How could she who could still hear her child cry,
Help but think her very senses lie.
Oh, this cruel, cruel war,
Is like unlit fireworks in a jar;
To protect it from every spark that flies,
The soldier is who pays the price.
When is this atrocity to stop?
When will the terrorists but realize;
Greater good is though what they hoped to gain,
Their humanity is what they've mercilessly slain.
Maybe one day the ball of gold will shine,
Onto an earth once more pristine;
Where no mother will ever grieve for her lost child,
And at no border will heaps of bodies be piled.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being labelled inherently racist.
or perpetually oppressed...
When all children want to do is share a square of sand
(no regard to the color of skin).
They're truly clueless as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being drilled on complicated topics of sex.
When they don't even know how to spell or do simple math.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are fighting back.
Against "teachers" and administrators who want to shove innocence down their dark rabbit hole of hormonal tinkering, genital mutilation, and moral oblivion.
Let them grasp what a noun is before tossing funhouse pronouns at them.
Let them walk a rainbow instead of constantly being slapped in the soul with a barbed version of it.
In short, let them be children...
Fill their heads with the blossoms of literacy, kindness, and respect.
Don't fill their hearts with the ball bearings of every societal tremor.
I'm dumbfounded as to why they fancy labeling attentive parenting an act of terrorism.
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.
You’re just watching T.V.
Then a horror you see
It’s beyond comprehension
“That can’t be … it just can’t be
Eyes should see things lovely
Not what they say that day
If we turned off the programs
Would the images … go away?
Some will never forget
The smells, the scene, that sound
Agonizing reality
Not all loved ones … would be found.
Not found, but they’re not lost
In God’s memory, they’re kept
For He has felt what you feel
And seen all the tears … you’ve wept
God understands your doubts
Your anger and your fears
Remember in the future
“He will wipe away … all tears”
Barbara Joyce Barry-Nishanian
September 11, 2001
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Now ruled by dreaded Taliban
Evacuation at full speed
The world watches as nation bleeds
Guns and bombs and threats all over
Innocents die as death hovers
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Who can save thee from Taliban?
United Nations cannot help
As terrorists begin to yelp
No soldiers protect anymore
Thy troubles cause worldwide uproar
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Chained in shackles of Taliban.
08.31.2021
Terrorism
I want to know
The definition of Terrorism
The Eagle shadow which makes fear to the time
Points his finger at the weak
And says – a terrorist
When they don't get slept with their own evils
They remember- the blamed face
And breaks once
Says - ‘Damn terrorist!’
In a slept city
When the ruler is kissing the lips of the fourth
Or same numbered girlfriend
At that time
There must have been an explosion
Yes, his awakening become terrible
Fire suddenly rises in the lustful eyes
And rumbles –
Who has the opposite face color?
He is the number one terrorist
'Terrorism'
-Became a trade of readymade spectacles
Where is the answer?
Why does Bin Laden awaken so often?
Why is Saddam tattooing 'an America' on his genitals?
I want to understand terrorism
Is it right?
One needs head in the revenge of cut finger
Became a pacifist
And next denied it
Became terrorist
This time
I am not able to know
'The terrorism'
I want to know
The definition of 'Terrorism'
Sensational shockwaves of fall, 2001
witnessed world trade struck cold.
As its backdrop collasped, we trembled in a sea
of misgivings untold.
Brilliant aftershocks arose then in quick pursuit
though nation’s nerves were pained.
Countless rich outgiving, volunteer champions
committed, unconstrained.
Into unplowed soil of cowardly destruction
bounteous seeds were sown
freely without thorns of selfish gain or glory.
Faith bloomed - distrust, overthrown.
No more civility! For now, before that historic doom,
To fathomless, dark perdition let’s hurl their big-assed b.i.t.c.h.e.s.*
For such filthy creatures on earth there ought to be left no room.
These shameless global terrorists that in quest of dream riches
Have settled in the Middle East for almost a hundred years
Now with Heaven’s sure assistance we shall cast into ditches.
They ascribe to us their own name and the sleeping world that hears
Approves of their barefaced slaughters — regrettably — and terrors.
No more tolerance! Let’s show them what then in both hemispheres
Real terror is! Cows of the world do not see the grave errors
In the nuclear conventions. They have lost a dearest horse
But ignore the beast and look for its saddle. What peace-carers!
Arms are deemed bad but who on earth has ever exerted force
Against the red-handed butchers who possess them and use them?
No more delay! Mercy on them shall surely lead to remorse.
11.29.2020
* Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Donald Trump, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Arab petty puppets
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