Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
121 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
121 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
121 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
19th Nov 2023 4:19pm
Simoleons and Shekels
Oh where oh where is the pro-life lament
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
in solidarity to Gaza grief
from the reflex munition leitmotif
so ethno-nationally heaven sent
to banefully fall from the Zion sky
so kosher can care for Israeli moms
by making more room with David Star bombs,
often as not from Pentagon supply
where inventory makes the dollars fly,
and soon by suitable escalation,
promotes the denizen decimation
ensuring that the sacred troops don't die;
valued now more than the woman and kid
who don't quo the pro with near enough...
#corruption
#murder
#war
#racism
#HumanRights
121 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
71 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
71 reads
2 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
20th Nov 2024 2:12pm
The Laws they Break to Claim
In your book written by man,
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
seems you always had a plan,
"Thou shalt not kill," hands carve into stone,
Yet the streets filled, mother's crying in pain,
the dead children lie alone.
Your man made laws seem revered, while gods rules are yet feared, apparently you said they were divine,
Mocked by the blood of innocence that stains the vine.
Oh, the irony of laws they once did pen
Rules from gods, ignored by men.
In lands where olive groves once grew,
The soil runs red was it worth it to "you"? ...
#hurt
#murder
#religion
71 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 8:37pm
8th Jul 2022 8:37pm
Disappearance ? (senryu)
The jealous knife strikes
life ebbs, now to hide the body
in Ukraine's battle grounds
life ebbs, now to hide the body
in Ukraine's battle grounds
#murder
244 reads
1 Comment
Trillium
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
Violence
My friend was murdered.
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
#anger
#grief
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
199 reads
6 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
Violence
My friend was murdered.
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
#anger
#grief
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
199 reads
6 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
Violence
My friend was murdered.
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
#anger
#grief
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
199 reads
6 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
7th Aug 2023 5:09am
Violence
My friend was murdered.
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
It seems like something that happened to someone else.
Surreal.
The story was on the news.
H called to tell me.
I don’t recall how I felt at the time.
Another summer, another death.
The third year in a row.
——-
I must call B and tell her the news.
She probably already knows.
It is the right thing to do for a friend.
—-
I did not realize I was a victim of a crime until the funeral.
The widow gave a speech.
She said we were all touched by this event.
All victims....
#anger
#grief
#murder #violence
#murder #violence
199 reads
6 Comments
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