Patriotic Violence Poems

Welcome to our generation,
We hope you enjoy this fantastic nation,
Kids here stand on a quicksand foundation,
And fear their schools are a gunned down station.

When they...

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(This dark poem was written on the anniversary and in memory of the events of January 6, 2021.)

Gallows at the Capitol

By Mark D. Stucky
“Hang Mike...

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rogue nation
modern slavery
vicious circle
coldwar
caste divisions up in arm,occupy regime
is it religious sects regaining regime?
is it erstwhile princely estate regaining regime?
is it foreign hand shaking regime?
the...

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Empty eyes of the empirical sum
Empty heads of the ruling elite 
Change the channel on 
the TVs alternative news feed

Slip into the the next digital...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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It was always for the dyeing.
See the amazing 
two headed asexual 
gang of socialite housewives 
revealed on prime time
for their anti-social media 
love for handguns...

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A reapers machine
hot white harvest 
bone dry land
years have been spent 
driving this reapers machine 
Across desolate lands
Shifting oblivion sands 
Of some mad American empire
Insanity...

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one hand on the world in a spin
agony twists on a single thread
eager to feed the machine
a stranglehold weave 
bear the fabric of a lie
wear...

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Forthy innocent people
were heinously shut down,
the surly morning was about to rain,
then sunrise came and mothers wailed;
I also wept for their death as that tolling...

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The turret view tells of looming onslaught,
of grievous weapons our enemies brought.
The petrary and ballistae amongst the worst. 
May their soldiers and their kings be...

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an octelle 

Inherently feral, protests
have morphed into a foul abscess.
Our formidable nation
spent from false adoration
incites fulminations widespread.
from forged arsenals of hatred.
 Inherently feral, protests
 have...

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It was 8:46: Eight minutes and forty six seconds to solemnly remember;
 George Floyd desperately gasping for breath; until, he transitioned yonder.
Though he pleaded and...

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For Those Thrust into War's Maw
by Michael R. Burch
 
This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who was nominated for the 1999 Pulitzer...

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Privilege
by Michael R. Burch

This poem is dedicated to Harvey Stanbrough, an ex-marine who has written eloquently about the horror and absurdity of war in "Lessons...

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I am struggling
to avoid that "I told you so"
mean
and self-congratulatory voice.

I do feel under-appreciated
but I don't feel any happiness
about the Virus
as vindicator of my beliefs
about...

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