Victim Poems - Poems about Victim

Amidst intense bullet rain A little scavenger came to collect casings Shot, bleeding—the smell of gunpowder in his pocket. Tanks arriving from the city, The heartless brutality of olive-green clad people— Fire-spitting defiance—the ruler's red eyes. The wound of losing colleagues People who easily forget, take action The olive-green clad trusted ones take action. Those whom people consider dearest The last refuge for justice in...

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AFTER THE KARCHER FIRE LOUD SILENCE FBI AGENTS WERE GETTING CLOSER CIRO GARGANO WAS NERVOUS UNRAVELING THE CREW STORED THE CONTENTS OF THE TAILOR SHOP IN THE GARAGE AT LAKE COUNTY MUSIC COMPANY THE GARAGE IN BACK OF THE POOL ROOM FAMILY BILLAIRDS KAPLAN CLOTHING THESE WERE JOIN BUISNESSES GARGANO AND HIS PARTNER FIRE CHIEF...

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she was the victim of amplified suicide what does that mean? I asked Detective McBride She tried to hang herself first, he rapidly replied But the knot in the rope had become untied She took fifty-nine pills from a bottle which explains why her skin has a bit of a mottle she finally crashed her caddy into a bridge in the next...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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Present cannot set advantage Over past, that seems like gone Though it’s always on the verge Of the memories you prone To belong to, while intending To break free from shades of time Partly loosing understanding Doesn’t look at all sublime But it goes like Latin dictum Drive the nature out of door Then it flies back home to victim Through the window, like before. ...

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An untold story of black British history Throughout history our voices have been silenced But what happens When they take it further and murder us? What about those who were permanently silenced? How will they speak up about how they were 'welcomed' with violence? But I have a voice and I will speak it The stories Of the forgotten...

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You are not the victim Stop trying to manipulate the situation We are all seeing We are all knowing We are all loving Not you So when we change the narrative And put your hate in the spotlight Don't use our discomfort Our resistance And our need for justice As a way to use your tears To make you the victims But you won't get our sympathy Nor our...

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Playing the Hurt Victim 5/27//2025 People really, really don’t care! They...

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Feet Basketballs Jaundice, his words lost A victim of cirrhosis Gone ...

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I know a man that when he speaks it seems as though butterflies singing around his mouth and that man is you but I need power to talk to you and I find it all in your modesty and for all your honesty birds don't fly away happily feed on you one more flower wasted on you by all those who speak of majesty and for all their dishonesty birds do fly away merrily...

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Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown You're the one causing harm, spinning others down Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain You're the problem, not the one to claim Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high You're the one acting out, passing by Think before you speak, think before you act Your words and actions leave a lasting fact You're...

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She walks with caution, her gaze cast low, In a world where danger lurks, where can she go? Her body, a battlefield not of her design, Her dreams shattered, her innocence confined. Must she live her life in silent dread? Is freedom a right, or a luxury instead? Her...

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Hungry morning dew perpetual heavy haze icy embrace blood red rubies another victim in a dark alley beaten with chains Bruises Pulverizes the earthlings existence without hesitation A beast in human form crouched as a wildcat ...

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[An anti -victim blaming project] [“He was asking for it with those clothes,” the officer said, pointing at the black shorts he wore. It was torn at the bottom, with knotted hems and hanging strings from his shaking silhouette. A spectating officer nodded, turning to him and grunting, “Make sure to cover up— maybe then, this...

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