#bloodshed
This is probably the most difficult thing
To find these days
People are dying senselessly in mass shooting
Like ice pellets on snowy days
We are all shocked and amazed
In watching the around-the-clock news
Nobody in their right mind will be amused
By the absurd massacres of the innocents
Let’s find a way to stop all violence
Let’s pray for peaceful means
Let’s repent our sins
Let’s find solutions to our problems
Let’s stop the bloodshed
And extinguish the old flames
Of hate and bigotry, and the fire of hatred
Let’s bury them in the sand, my friends
With amicable and compassionate hands
Let’s find peace within ourselves
Let’s picture God on our walls, on our shelves
Let’s smile and wave to each other
Let’s care for each other, let’s love each other.
Copyright © December 4, 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
painted our life with chalk on the street
pained me to see rain erase everything
the hours i spent
all the blood shed
only fading memories left in my head
strained to be starting over again
the love i thought saved me
i needed to save myself instead
only left with what is dead
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
The hill I will die on,
Is that most battlefields aren’t worth dying on.
Some people see a mob,
And grab their pitchforks and their torches,
Without even understanding,
What they’re fighting for.
Perhaps they love the bloodshed,
Perhaps they love the gore,
Perhaps they feel righteous indignation,
And are adamant to settle the score.
It could be some primal need to fight,
Or some could be sure that they’re right.
Either way, I don’t see the point,
I understand that sometimes a war is just,
Most times, it feels like a bust.
A waste of money,
A waste of time,
A waste of precious human lives.
All for what? Some measly land?
How greed corrupts the righteous hands.
So the hill I will die on,
Is that some battles aren’t worth fighting,
That they aren’t worth the pain.
The lives they ruin,
The families they break,
The friendships covered in contusions,
The human souls that are broken and bruised.
All for what?
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
I've read about bloodshed;
whether foreign or local by hands of same labour,
Tribalism; though something I haven't experienced,
I've felt it's affect. The very hurt of a neighbour.
History has shown us plenty, still the plenty
of hurt in our history we carry.
If these walls could talk; they'd seem lesser, and
quietened by the ground's bloodshed.
History taught us well into future, but affected the
present so badly.
Tears of loss, tears of tragedy,
tears of us, tears of brothers and sisters,
Are tears of all, us as one nation's family.
Tears of old, tears anew,
tears of past, tears of present and future,
Are the tears of another I shed too.
These tears on the grounds of present pastures;
I question how long generations we'll wait for
the tears to into laughter.
Sigh!
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
Poppies grown rosy,
from my comrades souls.
Stained red with their own murderous goals.
Their life force ****** dry, and now it flows,
Into the soil through the meadows.
Crowns of lead bullets adorn many a 'hero's' head.
Many a crying widow and widower longing for the dead.
Young daughters and sons who stand on their fallen's bed.
This is where the everlasting hate is spread.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC
People name that place a paradise,
where painful screams are heard; but unheard
the Walking Souls are dealt to be soulless
the Blood is shed as a vain fluid
where Heartless beings are imposed to be escorted
People name that place a paradise,
where Sun rises with hope; but unhope
the Wanton is unbridled in his tyranny
and Victim is to be hushed unattended
where each Atom tells the story of oppression
People name that place a paradise,
where laughter became the part of past
that is mortuary but not a homeland
where Lively spirits are declared hollow
where humanity is just taken for granted
People name that place a paradise
where painful screams will be heard; but unheard...
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
There’s a fire on top of the rooftops,
Bombs are falling from planes nearby,
people are scrambling for cover,
And help is M.I.A.
Debris falls all around us,
Bricks tumble, our hearts fumble.
We ask ourselves: Will we make it out alive?
We fear for our lives,
We fear for our families,
But the enemy doesn’t care.
We’re gonna need more than a prayer
To get through this hell
that is World War III.
We know there’s no time to wait,
We have to keep going,
Or we may be another target,
Another casualty
of heartbreak.
As we hear the surrounding screams,
We dare not look back,
As the enemy closes in around us
The sounds of gunshots
Bounce off the walls,
And one by one, the loved ones around us,
like dominoes, take the fall.
We dodge, we duck
For cover.
They shoot, fire,
And another casualty
Another loved one
lost.
Our hearts beat faster and faster,
As our hopes of survival are quashed.
Adrenaline courses in our veins,
And time starts to slow down.
We begin to wonder
And ask ourselves once more:
Will we make it out of this hell?
We didn’t ask for this.
We didn’t want this war.
But here we are,
fighting just to survive.
We don’t eat, and we don’t sleep,
All we do is run away
And hope we live to see another night.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC
we fight until there is no in between
until homes are reduced
to wastelands
until we feel incomplete without
a gun in our hand
and still the children go hungry
still the mothers are weary
still the fathers die early
Esther Krenzin
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
the fact that
man
man created weapons
with the capability to **** man
and the intention
to **** man
is truly shocking
is we existed
without weaponry
so many brutal wars
could have been avoided
and many deaths
could have been
postponed
brutality and cruelty
would not
cease to exist
but
it would
exist less
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
the ocean is red
red for the war,
red for the rage,
red for the passion,
red for the bloodshed, killing and death that comes with the conflict.
the trees are yellow
yellow for the decay,
yellow for greed,
yellow for sickness,
yellow for the colour of the metal found in the earth with worth more than anything else.
the sky is gray
gray for the smoke,
gray for the dullness,
gray for the restlessness,
gray for the colour of the snow that falls from the sky, riddled with toxic chemicals.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
I look at the maps hanging up on my wall
admiring the world for the best it got
yet i see
Poverty swell and trivial refugees struggle
and there are cardinal power wars
destitute crave for food shelter and cloths
O' why lord ?
"Its the beginning of the horror flick, my son
there are copious others , yet unaddressed and unresolved "
However i reckon
how simple it is to conquer despair hanging up on my wall
For today mighty fighter
stop and sleep a lil more,
cuddle your love and hold her a lil long
refashion your battle cry to cry of love
Shed tears its no harm
miracle will happen as you kiss her once more .
You are the puppet fighter, no doubt you are strong
they know your strength , they are foxy back stabbers brother
they'll aflame your soul ,
Don't forget you have love back home ...
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
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
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
One shot fired into open air—
As heavy curtains
Draw dark corners
Into our house,
We turn away and run .
Two shots fired into open air—
The empty walls
Resonate
As we lay under
A new, foreign sky.
Three shots fired into open air—
We try to forget-
What is now history
We walk down the streets
With a name in an unfamiliar
Tongue
And our heads bent
Last shot fired into open air—
Our necks forced down,
One of us is wailing;
Two of us in silence-
Nothing avails.
Because
We are a shade darker
than their soils
And there’s a cloth on our heads-
Screaming.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
I am a rose
white as a snow
a decent one
and purity is I show
i dance with the wind
as the moon shines and glow
but if it is about him
the one who tainted me
who carries hatred and anger
stained me with a red paint
for he is a threat of bloodshed
and all i know now is pain
and the purity i once hold
was now gone.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
War.
This idea of competition,
this idea of fight or flight,
this idea of narcissism,
This is the epitome of,
not human nature,
but inhuman nature.
Humans were given the ability to talk with,
one mouth,
and they were given the ability to listen with,
two ears,
yet we either SHOUT at each other endlessly,
without listening,
or we skip the talking and go straight to fighting.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
I’m crying tears of blood. It’s just like tracking in mud. I thought we had a truce. But then you handed me a noose. I’m lying here in pain. Slowly going insane. You handed me a knife and said cut a nice slice. You said I’ll just feed you to the mice. You say this is the end. It looks like it all blends. If there was anything more you could do. I know it’d be true. That I’d be totally *******
Other Person - I really wish I was there with you.
Me - I do too, but only if you knew. That I have already driven the *****
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
In a far off land where
Lions and bear
Roam around inciting no Fear
Where, the lion can be small
And the mouse big
And the unicorns can prance through halls
And the birds do not need to fly
Where mice don’t need to be afraid
And foxes have no need to be sly
Where the ****** past of the rabbit,
Is solemnly and regretfully acknowledge
By its many oppressors and killer in ways deemed fit
Where the ***** and the *****
Do not need to bow their heads in shame
As victims of Sin
Where the fish can love the butterfly
And the leopard plays with the lamb
A world in where the sky
Is lit by the lights
Of ten thousand moths
Unworried about danger of sight
And in where the sparrows swim
And the fire burns in the lake
Where the conflict has at last
Been resolved in ways thought impossible.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
*I dreamt of...
A black sea
With a barren land
A red sea
With bloodshed sand
A green sea
With flourished tropical jungle and
A blue sea
With puff filled teary sky
I am not sure if the last one I saw was a dead sea?*
©sim
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
Who fired the first bullet?
Who drew the first knife?
Who took the first life?
Who verbally assaulted the first person
Who's fear did worsen
into fight rather than flight
in the dark night
Of the human soul
How do we address the bloodshed and killing
What if we were willing
To let go of the bloodshed show
We know what is like to know
What is like to live in tribes
But if worked together love, unity and hope would arrive.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC