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ang siglong magulo
wala namang multo
pero bakit maraming nawawala nalang bigla
na parang mga multo
kinuha ba sila ng mga kulto?
nakalilito
liko sa kaliwa
sa kanan
sa kanina
kina
kian
ina

ka!
wala
na sila
alis
baka mapatay ka
yata?
KABAhan ka na
zee Mar 22
Blood spilled
Tears streamed
But no matter how much you beg on your knees
That’s what war can be

The child cried as his mother’s body lied
With the building burning to ashes
Ashes to the ground, as you hear the child plea
But alas that’s what war can be

The man strangled out cries
As his dying breaths suffocated
Underneath the collapsed building, trying to flee
But alas that’s what war can be

Remember the father who starved himself so his children could eat?
Who had been stripped from his luxury?
His happiness, his love? Who wanted to be free?
Is that what war can be?

What about the brother?
Who lost his leg, saving his sister from a shooter?
What about the sister?
Who died so that her brother could survive his gun inflicted blister?

What about the children?
Who think the parents went to the store?
Only to have the parents in a Ranger’s view
Lying on the ground, blood seeping through

What about the men and women?
Lined up, not knowing their final words
Tears prickling, not being able to see
Is that what you want your people to see?

But that’s all fine
Get the victims in a line
For it’s all for honor
For it’s all for power

What do you think
Goes through the people’s heads?
Oh how great is our country,
For being torn to shreds?

Or oh it’s fine your son died,
Even if you had cried
All this bloodshed is just insignificant clatter
to such an elite matter

What about the bloodshed?
The dead families?
The orphans?
The starvation?
The pain, the agony?
The tears?
The lost homes?
The children living in fear?
The bonds broken?
Is it all worth ego?
While you bet the lives like a gambling casino?

Imagine suffocating slowly and painfully, still having so much to do
Imagine watching your mother die, right after she attended the stew
Imagine holding your child, trying hard to erase all doubt
Imagine living a life, where nothing goes right and about
Imagine seeing your school friends cry
While blood trickles from your thigh

So go on with your slaughter
But remember the mother
Every eye you made shed salty water

The sister
The brother
The father
The farmer
The doctor
The peasant
The teacher
The student

So hold your ****** weapons up high
But remember
That once blood is on the hands
it never fades or becomes dry
My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.

I fight 21st century with 20th century bullet
Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper
In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest
Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.

Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war
No back ups, no one is watching out for our fall
Like we are dying for those who don't care about us
Our enemies are in golden armor while we ride on horse.

Mother, did the demise of my gun brothers makes the headlines?
I heard the 'next level' was lunched on that day
And my superiors disown us to dine at the front line
Well, don't cry yet, I'm still alive at least for today.  

Oh, my palms are wet and my hopes like a thread
My eyes shed more tears than the blood my gun sheds
We are too weak to keep pulling these triggers
Aso Rock, upgrade us now or take us home to our fathers.
Dedicated to the over 70 soldiers killed in northern Nigeria by Bokoharam Terrorists in November, 2018.
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiot
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate
also absolutely inefficient

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
https://edition.cnn.com/2018/03/02/us/school-shootings-2018-list-trnd/index.html
The scene was horrid,
It is during the midday or late night
I hope my memory serves right
Prisoners are on their cell, innocents everywhere
Just one guard at bay as I tend to the babies
I heard them, I heard them right
In the swine of criminals, only one deserves death
They say.. they'll **** her
I have no evidence but believe my address
Listen before it's too late
For these people are full of hate
But who am  I? Just a child attending to your babies
That is when they ransack the place
So I cover the nearest child I see, as we all drop from the highest ground
Such a horrible night
For the same night lives were taken by million
And my blood dripping at the back of my head.

**** I wet my bed.
Just a nightmare to share.
It feels so real.
I Suppose Mar 2018
They say childbirth is sweet and pure
And seem to forget
That humans are animals too
Childbirth can be a blessing
But abuse and neglect
can turn a blessing to a curse

When you were young
You were exposed to
Human degeneracy
Far too soon
Your mother never cared
Fed you pills to make you sleep
and never re-awake

By the age of 4
You were exposed
to your vile mothers business
tormented and abused
By anyone with the money

By the age of 10
You swept them off the streets
And wrapped your hands around their throats
Until they lay lifeless in your hands
And then you were found out.
You took two lives.
We won't forget that.
But we also wont forget
The pain you endured.
A small poem about a famous killing. The world is a horrendous place, and the person in question was both a victim and a culprit.
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
Ø It ain't safe Ø
Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter..
Anguish and sorrow for every soul  bullets used to masecure.
Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans.
Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live.
No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions.
A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive.
Can't  relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe!
It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe!
WithOut God in your Space!
By selinasharday
ma-secures, slaying shooting innocent victims, killings school shooting, work place killings assault weapons laws,
MARK RIORDAN Feb 2018
ANOTHER SHOOTING IN AMERICA
WHAT CAN WE ALL DO
MORE INNOCENT LIVES TAKEN
NOT REALLY  ONE BUT A FEW



A 17 YEAR OLD YOUNG MAN
WITH A DEEPLY TROUBLED PAST
THOUGHT THAT TO TAKE THESE LIVES
IN HIS HEART NOW REMORSE WILL LAST



300 HUNDRED MILLION GUNS
ARE IN THE AMERICAN GREAT NATION
IN THE HANDS OF TROUBLED CITIZENS
GUNS WERE NOT GODS CREATION



WHICH PRESIDENT WILL FINALLY
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MANKIND
AND STOP HIDING BEHIND GUN CONTROL
AND LEAVE ALL THIS DEATH BEHIND


STOP THE GUNS AND BRING PEACE TO LIVES AFFECTED BY THESE SENSELESS KILLINGS
AMERICA CAN LAUNCH A ROCKET TO MARS WITH A CAR IN THE NOSE AND SPEND NEALY 1.4 TRILLION ON DEFENSE BUDGET BUT CANT STOP THE KILLINGS OF YOUNG INNOCENT LIVES YOUR PRIORITIES ARE ALL WRONG
recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
Poetry First Aug 2017
shivers fill the bellies of oceans
              swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
     reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate

             from a crack in clouds
             peeks a helpless sun

in the deathly silence of vales
                          line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
          more Earth to be stained with blood
sadly, insatiable seems to be man's thirst for war
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