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Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
All the dead soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines.
Why can’t we see what all of them have seen?
Why didn’t we notice that nobody had attacked us?
We urged them to invade and **** as if it was practice.
You know, war games that turned out a bit too real?
How come those giving orders don’t seem to feel?
Why do they keep overtaking countries overseas
That did nothing more to us than perhaps displease?

They angered us by having some resources we wanted.
This should remind of how the ancient countries hunted
And robbed, ***** and murdered in their neighbor’s lands.
Why that was acceptable then, nobody really understands.
Yet today, when we are supposed to be so **** intelligent
We are just as bloodthirsty, but dressed a bit more elegant.
We repeat the cycle, generation after mindless generation
And then dare to call ourselves a democratic nation.

How is that possible? Nobody ever came and asked me
It it was fine to send thousands of troops overseas.
Nobody asked me if it was a good thing to **** and maim
Then used poisoned media to make the victims take the blame.
Instead leaders and clerics stood in their pulpits and brayed
That if we didn’t follow their lead, it meant we were afraid,
Or, worse yet, we were the traitors and were all liable
If we didn’t do what they read from old parts of the bible.

It becomes “an eye for an eye”, even when we aren’t hurt.
We come up with stupid axioms to treat others like dirt.
We send our sons and daughters, to invade and be killed
Because some rich ******* demand it on Capitol Hill.
It will be this way forever more if we don’t make it stop.
We, the average voter, must become the traffic cop.
We must elect only leaders without blood in their eye.
If we don’t this big "Godly nation" is nothing but a lie.
Ashley Kane Mar 2018
Speak
Let me hear your thoughts
Shout
So loud I can feel your heart
Scream
So silent I’m drowned in your soul
Touch
So soft it will melt me to tears
(C) Ashley Kane
H Phone Mar 2018
Out
Sitting on a putrid mess
Of solitude and homesickness
I wish I had someone to which I could shout
But hey, look at it from the bright side, friend:
At least you can finally breathe out.
A continuation of my previous poem...
Josh Feb 2018
Your legs will not carry you quickly enough.
Your voice will not shout loudly nor whisper quietly enough.
Your heart will not stop beating and let you be still
until it stops beating and you are still.

You will whisper quietly in a voice that booms and echoes:

"Enough."
Enough is enough until you look at it written down too many times and become sure it isn't a real word.
mjad Jan 2018
Oneee                          
       Twoo                
             Threeee

In then out
Breathe, don't shout
Think, don't fight
It will be alright
Sammie Aug 2017
You look so bored
Like some tanned sunkissed sea shore
Your imagination is the only key
To get out of this world and flee
Once you are out, you can fly high
Then you are not going to feel shy
Shy, of speaking your heart out
You will, then, stay upright and shout
"This is not where I belong
I just have been staying here for so long
Now that I am finally breaking this cage
Trying to write my story on a brand new page
Of running far away free and wild
And transforming back into the long lost carefree child"
Jamil Massa Aug 2017
Oh anyone, shout loudly in my mind
Because these waves are around
And the time machine is this town.

Neigh of horses, the gambus melodies
Each other competing their memories
Cacao, copra and cloves scent, who will arrived first at the commoner tiredness end?

The wooden ship had left the dock
While the farewell is like a rainbow
That turned away from deserted land
and rock and hollow.

The sky is half frozen
The bay breeze screamed
On lightning and lighthouse
But this town is still and tough
To chanting prayers
for the strangers
So that they can healed from conflicts, From politics and any love story
which made of ****** and melancholy.
(The original version - Indonesian)

Berteriaklah Sekerasnya

Wahai kau, berteriaklah
sekerasnya dalam kepalaku
sebab ombak begini amuk
dan kota ini sesungguhnya
mesin waktu.

Ringkikan kuda, petikan gambus,
pengepul kakao, cengkih
dan kopra saling berlomba
kenangan siapa yang tiba lebih dulu
di penghujung rasa lelah perantau jelata.

Kapal kayu itu telah meninggalkan dermaga
sementara perpisahan adalah pupus pelangi
yang berpaling dari pulau-pulau sepi.

Langit separuh beku
angin teluk menjerit
pada petir dan mercusuar
namun kota yang tabah ini masih betah
merapalkan doa-doa
agar orang-orang asing
segera disembuhkan.
Dari sengketa, dari politik,
dari kisah cinta yang pelik.
Sammie Jul 2017
When everything is telling me it's the end
I am gonna try and still pretend
I am strong my daddy's girl
Maybe I didn't see this curl
Things are still slipping from my hands
Can you provide me with small small bands??
Because all I need is someone to hear me out
As it is too late and I don't wanna shout
I know it is not an end but just the start
Because stars shine only when it's dark!!!
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