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Mark Wanless Jun 2022
i am stepping out
of hatred into compassion
slowly slowly learning is
Kenneth Gray Jun 2022
Writhing, wroth and seething anger.
From this fool arose the urge to strangle.
Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon.
An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon.
From this worthless, living man lies the issue.
As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue.
From this mental fantasy I finally awake.
Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
I was on Facebook and saw a post where someone was challenging people to write a poem using the words dragon, strangle, cake and brain tissue. So I thought for a while and wrote a little bit. Then this is what I finally ended up with.
darry May 2022
apple of your eye,
the place to rot and die
round plump skin fetishized
ready for the taking

i’m non-sentient in your view
nothing more than flesh to hold
soft, just ripe enough to eat

forever fresh off the tree
until i fall free
Samir Mohammed Apr 2022
It toils and it burns
In my stomach it churns
I seal my lips
To hide a choice of words

No wrong or right
In this cold night
I don't want to fight
But I just might

I'm not one to attack
But this knife
You've stabbed my back
I might just snap
Not a feeling I'm overly proud of, but I feel ashamed even feeling that way.
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Apr 2022
[अज़ान-हनुमान तो बहाना है,
असल मे तो महंगाई से ध्यान हटाना है!
]

(एक आदमी दूसरे कौम के आदमी से)
प्रदर्शन की सुनाई दे रही आहट है,
तभी सत्ता के गलियारों मे हरबड़ाहट है।
ऊपर से अपने लिए कोई संदेशा आया है,
फिर से उन्होंने आपसी सौहार्द बिगाड़ने को फरमाया है।

(संदेश पढ़ने के बाद वही आदमी)
मै लूंगा लाठी हाथ मे,
तुम भी पत्थर रखना साथ मे।
मै जोर जोर से चिल्लाऊंगा हनुमान,
तुम भी लाउडस्पीकर मे ही गाना अज़ान।

मै अपने लोगो मे, तुम अपने लोगो मे, फैला देना ये बात,
की सामने वाले कर रहे हमारे धर्म पर चोट की शुरुआत।
अगर हमने अभी ही नही बदले अपने ये हालात,
तो अगले ही पल खतरे मे आ जायेगी हमारी पूरी ज़मात।

उसके बाद, हमारे आका सामने आयेंगे, (हा वही आका जिन्होंने संदेशा भेजा था)
दोनो कौम मे नफरती आग फैलायेंगे।
मुझे और तुम्हे आपस मे लड़ाएंगे,
फिर खुद ही शांतिदूत बन जाएंगे।

(लेकिन उसके पहले, उनके शांतिदूत बनने से पहले)
खून की नदियाँ बहेंगी सड़को पर,
दंगों की गाज़ गिरेगी हमारे लड़कों पर।
खून के आँसू रायेगी मासूमियत,
किसी कब्र मे लेटी होगी इंसानियत।

आग की लपटे होंगी चारों ओर,
हर तरफ होगी चीख पुकार की शोर।
आपसी भाईचारे की तो कट ही जाएगी डोर,
हर तरफ धर्मांधता की होगी एक नई भोर।

कट्टर हो जायेगा इंसान, कट्टरता होगी हर रस्ते मे,
पेट्रोल-डिजल का तो पता नही, पर इंसानी जान मिलेगी सस्ते मे।
निंबू का दाम कोई नही पूछेगा, क्योकि खटास तो होगी हमारे ही भाईचारे मे,
हमे लड़ता देख वे हँसेंगे, और अट्टाहस होगी सत्ता के गलियारे मे।

(फिर वही आदमी कहता है)
लेकिन इससे हमे क्या, हम तो है नफरती मजदूर,
लाश पर इंसानो की चलके, बन चुके है हम बहुत क्रूर।
जरूरत कुछ हमारी भी है, तभी तो तलवे चाटने को है मज़बूर,
देखने मे लगते इंसान ही है, पर इंसानियत से अभी है कोशों दूर।

(अंत मे वही आदमी)
हमारा तो है बस इतना ही काम ,
हम तो सिर्फ है अपने आकाओं के गुलाम ।
जिस पल हमे मिलता उनका फरमान ,
निकल जाते उसी वक़्त, हम बर्बाद करने को सारा हिंदुस्तान।
It's my observation that riots don't occur by themselves. The people in power plan and create it; they appoint goons from both religions (Hinduism and Islam) and ask them to spread hatred against the other religions in their own community; these people are known as "नफ़रती मज़दूर" or "Labours of Hatred," don't know about others, but at least I call them. Riots are usually created when the people in power think any protest is going to happen against them regarding their policy. And this time the issue is "inflation" in India, which is why several riots are occurring in the name of Azaan (ISLAM) and Hanuman (HINDUISM)..! 


Planning to recite it out on my YouTube channel... So that, it may create more awareness.
𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 , 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝐇e̷a̷r̷t̷b̷r̷e̷a̷k̷
𝐀buse
𝐓𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜
𝐄𝙣𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮

🄽🄴🄴🄳🄽'🅃 🅃🄾 🄱🄴 🅆🅁🄸🅃🅃🄴🄽 !!
Peace is getting far from us!
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Lets not print chapter of world war III into upcoming world history textbooks!
Tony Tweedy Feb 2022
Whatever happened to the happiness,
from all those early childhood days.
Where laughter. joy and sunshine,
filled all of imaginations endless plays?

What became of the joyous music,
giving beat and harmony to the world.
When dream and hope could exist,
and all possibilities could be unfurled?

When did all this darkness fall,
to lay shadow so dark upon the lands,
as a dense foreboding that has been
summoned by greeds unsated demands?

When did dream and hope become,
just mere folly and wasted thought.
What happened to the morals and the ethics,
that as kids we valued and were taught?

When and where did all this go,
for everywhere I look such is just not there.
All has been replaced by a selfish world
of greed, hatred and down-trodden despair.

I know that in the course of time,
I am meant to see an old man's view.
But what worth and value of a world,
where hate and lies are sold as true?

Death and hatred fill this world,
in every rank corner that I see,
and in silent, desperate fear I wonder,
why we stood-by and let it come to be?
Ukraine burns. The climate rends retribution. Hatred is no longer hidden but openly endorsed or encouraged. China sits and waits while democracy suffers dementia. You can't tell me things are alright !!?
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