Victims Poems

Black joy vs the world

They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be
Because while they stew in their own misery
Formed from their own jealousy 
We live life fully
Because that’s the beauty of Black people
We create joy where joy has been locked out

Then try to hide it through false superiority
Whilst trying to convince the

The lies they killed us with

They starved our bodies of love 
Then complain how our bones shake in fear
They strip us of our dignity 
Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear
They take our souls 
Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams 

It's why when the wind fills their ears 
It sparks chills
And the echoes

Shattered Dreams In The Sky

Dreams were shattered like glass shards,
As innocent lives were pushed into the jaws of death.
Some doctors, engineers, accountants, and bards,
Extinguished were the candles of their breath.

A wife was on her way to meet her spouse,
While the daughters and sons aspired to study abroad,
Alas! Fate destroyed someone's beautiful house, 
As the passengers were destined to embark

Victims

The dainty walk of Chinese women
beyond the Wall in olden days
was due to cruel and unusual punishment
confined and constrained by strange customary ways
victims of fashion prisoners of fad
small feet were in sadly big were bad
forced to wear a pair of lotus shoes
very small baby steps were all they took
altho' it wasn't until 1912 or so
when

Love and its victims

The silence that envelops,
Only when peaceful,
When my heart is full enough to sleep,
Filled with the newest memories.
They are sported like new technology,
Not so limited, but loved and invested.
And I do not even dwell if I am loved because it is known.

I love them, and the word,
Love,
Is not used flippantly like those around me.
It is purer

A Man's Delusions

You’re wrong.
And I wish you’d know it.
You’re not the victim,
Of some elaborate plan—
You’re just wrong.
I set my boundaries.
I set my rules,
I drew a line,
In the sand of our relationship,
And you crossed it.
Over,
And over again—
You say it was accidental,
But if that was an accident,
I don’t want to know what you think is purposeful.
Choosing delusion over reality,
Can’t

Fire, Fires, Ceasefire

Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To murder and to eliminate

Helping The Victims Of The Wildfires

The crisis in California is heartbreaking and it certainly is dire.
I donated $20.00 to the American Red Cross to help the victims of the wildfires.
I donated and I encourage you to donate too.
It will certainly be a kind thing for you to do.
The situation is horrible and there is no doubt.
Please donate to these people

Blessing for the Victims

With a heart that bleeds,
With eyes that shed tears,
I weep for my people,
I offer my condolences
To those who have been wounded,
To all who have been crushed.

To grieving mothers,
To children left orphaned,
To brothers and sisters,
May God grant you strength.
May patience fill your hearts.
May God bless you all!

To those with blood-stained hands,
To those who worship only kings,
Cruel,

Sandbags Pray for Hurricane Victims of Florida

We are hunkered down again 
as we watch the land cry 
evacuation gathering medication 
pets helping others as neighbors 
become first responders helping 
others checking on elderly residents 
rather Charlie Lisa Francis Hugo 
dean Katrina Irma Maria Ian Helene 
now Milton debris clean up power 
outage floods we continue helping 
others rebuilding communities 
who are

Domestic violence victims and Cherokee nation

Cree nation my grandmother 
heritage it's been awhile since 
I felt such an emotional fear 
from a man my abusive ex 
husband arouse my thinking 
i sat with my new husband 
such a peaceful celebration 
that I received my restraining 
orders I felt he was there hiding 
behind one of the stuffed animals 
hanging on

'Forward Brave Souls' Victims of Ambition's Merciless Will

“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” 
– General George Pickett

Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze
Stood Pickett with his face etched with war's haunting gaze.
A mind torn asunder and a battlefield worn
Ghosts of decisions a burden he'd borne.

"Forward, brave souls!" rang Pickett's mournful cry
A tale writ in heartbeats

Tear Gas, Bloody Tears, Airdrops

You bombed, bombed
Now you airdrop aids
You killed, killed
God’s children
Pregnant moms
Innocent women
Poor toddlers
Weak boys and sick men
No reason
You poisoned water
You robbed, robbed
Now you want
To give sweet ice cream
To children
You are crazy
You are sick
How naughty
What a shame
How nauseating
The world is at war
This is sickening
Hypocrites
You are, yes you are
You bombed, bombed
You killed, killed
The world is at war
Humanitarian
Food, bombs

Quit Blaming The Innocent Victims

Keep on blaming and cheating
It is annoying, and disgusting
You always have an excuse
You always want to amuse
Keep on criticizing
Keep on castigating
Put your conscience in the mirror
If you can find it. Check the corridor
To see if it is not running away from you
Pay all debts that are due and overdue
Put up
Or shut up
Slavery is over. Racist

Poetic Victims of Circumstance

"Cruel birds—ravens—but wise. And creatures should be loved for their wisdom if they cannot be loved for kindness."
- Hannah Kent


My lover's demons are like ravenous ravens.
Her love is a hand grenade triggering exploding emotions,
massacring words into silent suppression
but beyond the threshold of her eyes, 
there's a scarlet love silhouette, 
hoping upon hope for expression,
to reset her

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