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Eslam Dabank May 2022
Spines of us sapiens connect;
     minds, arms; cause and effect.
Spines of us sapiens connect; 
     thoughts, mouths, until direct.

"Deaf, blind, and roadless be, 
    after one, two, lies and three" - 
What beauty this is! Divine!
    Obedience and nods define. 

In corpore sano, the defiled sit,
    in corpore sano, fools commit. 
They speak, they speak, indeed,
    And we deem ignorance to lead. 

Clean they are, gaily nice too, 
    neat, and in black suits new - 
the outside glimmers, shines;
    Yet the inside on filth dines.

In corpore sano, wars are 'for', 
    "In death, glory we shall store".
The spring is not forgetful, no;
     Flowers ablaze; blue lips blow.

We shall not have to put in, 
    with rotten blood on a skin:
Earth's skin; underneath also;
    we seek dignity, not so-so. 

Saturday! tremulous Saturday!
    Since, passed not a sadder day; 
European corpores, May 1948, 
    With 'clean hands', ate a state.

Soap, water and towels came,  
    with the 'civilized' who aim; 
humanity, and morality not; 
     the core needs washing a lot. 

It rules, it murders, it revives:
    the mens that all living drives;
nerves blocking nerves other, 
   it is 'be satisfied or smother!'

Mens feminine's scorned being, 
    consoles the higher's wellbeing.
An animal's instinct commands, 
    no mens here, nor a mind stands. 

Universes penetrated are they;
    in maleficence power to display.
A fight against the in chains, 
    is history unjust that remains. 

Violence transmitted is sick, 
    it is harm you cause and tick, 
look up a definition of disease,
    It is you; a dictionary agrees.

A terrified soul in health, 
    is a curse, not godly wealth.
A sorrowful soul in health,
    is a fighter without stealth.

A ****** mind healthy, 
    brings destruction deadly.
A corrupt mind healthy, 
    is a treasure unreal, empty.

Dawn is sick of corpore sano; 
    it grinds the fool with a mano.
But the mold lies within it not;
    it is in the soul breeds brought.
'In corpore sano' translates into 'a healthy body'
'Mens' is 'mind' (or 'good mind' according to the context.)

The body might be healthy, but the mind (and soul) might not. They could be corrput, evil, blind, deaf, and all that is similar, no matter how healthy and clean and shiny the outside is. In this poem, I add some example of this: feminism, Palestine and Ukraine.
Broken from inside, heart full of scars...  
Pretending to be alright while battling several wars..!
Who once was full of fire, now longing even for a spark...
Everyone thinks he's a laughing clown, but he cries alone in the dark..!
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I S A A C May 2022
all the wells are empty
the wars are lost
all the children cry
but we focus on our capital instead
homeless crowd the streets but we blissfully sleep
in our egyptian cotton sheets, in our bed of lies counting sheep
praying away all the evil eyes
welcome to the end times
Alienpoet May 2022
In the nightmare
we lose ourselves
not wishing to look in each other’s eyes
left versus right
only millionaires and billionaires can afford to fight
male versus female
drop the hate to relate
life sold cheaply over internet wars
our nation
a nation of locked doors
and hate driven speaking drivel
I love you all but your minds locked into
Facebook culture wars
media ******
ratings soar
go viral be the virus
or inspire us
it’s your choice
war is afforded to the rich
if your poor dig your grave or ditch.
Bowedbranches Oct 2021
And close calls
He can never seem
To quit cleaning..

Master of the matrix
May just be maintaining
I'd hate to malfunction

Once I understand
how it all works
It's my fault....

And now your hurt

Eventually convinced
I might be cursed
Because I can't
Hear the call..
No longer

Probably be hobblin'
And surviving rougher seas
Than I have ever seen

Nobody can wage
A War like me


Bring it!
Balkus Jun 2021
They died long time ago
in now-forgotten wars.
And no one knows them here.

Though someone,
Support this poem:
Tess Feb 2021
you must mind your madness,
people would **** for a chaos like yours
guard it with a gladness
with the knowledge your brain could win wars
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌,
𝖫𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌,
𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒,
𝖶𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌,
𝖲𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖾'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗆,
𝖠 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒,
𝖠 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗒.
Weve all been through a hell of a 2020, weve had our share of losses, lets remain on our strength to conquer this misery
SomeOneElse Nov 2020
Racism and bigotry
In this divisive country
Black men being killed by cops
Tear gas for a photo op
Recession, race wars QAnon
As the pandemic rages on
Kids ripped from their families
Unwanted hysterectomies
Double standards in the senate
Greed and power their new tenet
Ignoring laws when they see fit
Nothing but hyGOPocrites
How can so many be so wrong
Falling for the pumpkin's con
Political poem I wrote on election day
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