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Jennifer Swinney Poem
Gangstalking is very inhumane
Almost always leaving you insane
Nobody seems to help or care
Onlookers just sit and stare
Echoes of fear, no place to be free
Puzzled by what they hear and see
Lost in shadows, yearning for dawn
Victims missing and presumed gone
Dreams whispered, seeking a sign
Unpleasant life is anything but fine
Echoes of hope, faint but still alive
Unaware of skills to happily survive
Some Victims are tortured and abused
Family members are all but amused
In shadows cast, their cries subside
Without any country that likes to divide
Death and hatred is what people try to achieve
Families of victims mope around and grieve
In darkness, a beacon flickers, ignites
Victims trying hard to avoid most fights
Peace is lost and never can be found
Not realizing the people lurking around
Victims lives are in turmoil and never grand
Never given solutions or any helping hand
Promises are never kept, and dreams left to fade
More people begin to appear and start to invade
In every heart, a light still glows, waiting to show
Victims tell abusers, “You will reap what you sow!”
Most victims are well aware and know for a fact
That America doesn’t care and has turned it’s back
Life becomes a losing battle and dream
In this land where hope is seldomly seen
A savior is what God needs to truly needs to send
To give assistance to anyone unable to defend
Copyright © Jennifer Swinney | Year Posted 2025
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Jennifer Swinney Poem
Now how can this truly be
After so many complaints that the public can’t see
There are victims here a there
And people have been known to stare
Victims whose torture is day and day out
Making a good many people shout
The torture has no rhyme or reason
And can happen during any season
Victims lives fall into the wrong hand
Rendering the abuse anything but grand
Even though the victims cry out or yelp
The still is no sign of help
The people on the computers causing hell
If only their thoughts we could truly tell
Their thoughts are fueled by greed
While they stay focus on their drug need
Their ignorance is certainly not bliss
Since it’s the torture that every victim wishes to miss
The people rendering such things inhumane a person
Makes victims PTSD and pain just worsen
America is full of hateful gangstalking
But not a soul cares and is talking
The perpetrators have no regard but for their wants
And the females acts like a royal
They refuse to give you any rest
And the brainchip program hurts your breast
Because most people feel it is hard to believe
It makes the gangstalkers more likely to decieve
Victims are isolated and left with little hope
While most things acquired for pain isn’t good to cope
No one offers any advice or plan
I guess because they just don’t understand
But constantly being tortured is inhumane
Causing victims to use God’s name in vain
God has to be tired of the victims cries
But he despises the perpetrators lies
God is truly not happy with people that are American
Who stem from hateful and jealous origin
These people are truly a pain in his ass
Not to mention, fewer people are showing to mass
People whose professions are addicts, rapist and thieves
Victims are hopeless, sad and grieves
Victims cannot usually move or hide
Making the golden rule hard to abide
When will America finally acknowledge
That the people who didn’t go to college
Are the ones terrorizing and torturing people everywhere
Because of their degrees which is very unfair
Why must America be such a disgrace
Better yet a very scarey place
For victims of a serious crime
Whose lives are in danger all the time
Victims don’t want to sit around constantly in fights
But America disregards the Universal document of Human Rights
Making victims left without any assistance
Because some drug addict doesn’t want us in existence
Copyright © Jennifer Swinney | Year Posted 2025
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Jennifer Swinney Poem
Please tell me it’s not true
In supporting the Red white and blue
That not a lot of women are Honorable
And barely any women are notable
So to the far few and in between
I hope your life will shine and glean
Where we may not be many, but just a few
Who go combat hatred people spew
For being fearless in the service we gave
We deserve to be saved
Let us stand out among most women that we see
Filling our hearts with hope and Glee
Let our male counterparts be are equal
Allowing more women to serve in our sequel
Let no woman be full of fear
Where danger lurks and may be near
As our flags colors are tightly woven
Let us recognize the service member who is a woman
Copyright © Jennifer Swinney | Year Posted 2025
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All through the night
Nothing feels right
The static sound in left ear
Enticing a certain kind of fear
Your body feels like it has a current of electricity
The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity
Never finding anything as a protector
When your body is setting off EF on a detector
The mind starts to fret and stress
Since EF from electrical outlet is less
Perpetrators have made a deal with the devil
Their computer renders voltage at a high level
The most common place you feel tingle
Is usually when the feet and brain mingle
Your mind all the sudden will feel trap
Whenever you start feeling a brain zap
The electrical current can be throughout or localized
But no matter how it is, you’re being chastised
While perpetrators like to make you insane
Your body begins to be aching in pain
Praying perpetrators eventually will reap what they sow
You’re being electrocuted worst than inmate on death row
While someone is truly giving you all kinds of electrical sensations
The medical team will erroneously diagnose you with hallucinations
You will become traumatized beyond belief
From the electrocution you will seldom find relief
Drugs start becoming daily amenities
Unable to find help from governmental agencies
Adding voices with the electrocution to the mix
Sketchy doctors will say antipsychotics can fix
The electrical pain will leave you feeling lazy
Everyone around will claim your crazy
New disabilities are purposely being created
While your left hurting and feeling isolated
No one will see your tears or hear your cry
Leaving you puzzled asking God why
Copyright © Jennifer Swinney | Year Posted 2025
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