Predator killed wife;
Long back, he killed mother too;
Earth is no garden

Squirrel, at window,
Fearful of the heavy rain;
I, fearful of both.

At every sunset
A long queue for the burger;
The stomach is damaged.

Someone is knocking,
The old familiar friend; oh,
My Christmas welcome

Newspaper again?
The harbinger of sadness;
Don't get in, get lost

Bombs, best medicine,
Pours into hospitals and
The richest thank God

Hunger and hunger,
Roams in every lane, crying;
Israil claims victory

I must get down to the injured,
Groaning , but unheard of in the cacophony of vehicles,
And waisted in stony-heart men,
Who, like ******, let the blood ooze out
And brush away the whining.

I must get down to my little son,
Waiting at the school gate,
And I, like a crazy father,
Can't help stopping to receive him.

I must get down to the maimed,
And that's the work of a prophet,
And forget my son, and I know
A little bit wait will make him
What I'm today with this man

War

     Gives
Nothing


But

Takes everything

By Abpoetry

People too stupid to notice,
People too Naive to care,
People really ain't prepared,
They can't wait for warfare,
Try to dumb you down with music , media and comedy,
Foods and toothcare, fluorided just to stop prosperity,
They live,
Put them glasses on and see for yourself,
This ain't conspiracies afoot,
you'll see it when its there,
Programming your body through music to turn your
mind to mush,
Make you feel a certain way , violent acts you think is good,
Government documents that they have that explains
The power of black people,
Thats why they ****** us up for decades, our minds are
not feeble,
We realizing that now , guess its over for them,
Everybody come together we'll break the ******* sim,
They want you to rely on them,
Have a president,
Have people with multimillion dollar companies invest in them,
Want you to obey law , when the law don't follow itself,
Make you feel low vibrational so you can't help yourself,
Protect your energy.

"Love,
Should be a wonderful thing,
It's an impossible thing,
So many people in ya' contacts,
Its an optional thing,
The Audacity of this generation slumping out thing,
This a when in doubt thing,
No conversation,  never started,
I'm cool with it,
Not having a connection is my expertise,
I need another drink for all the women that I didn't waste time on,
Say you wanna' be friends but still ghost me,
Have you no shame.."

(Full poem below)

If you don't have
                      Any enemies,

You can't
             Judge your friends