#crimes
We all lose when we fight
We're all wasted when we **** each other
And when we unnecessarily destroy nature
We become our own enemies
For nothing, we waste our energies
Our youth and our vital resources
For nonsense, we destroy the right
To live, to love, and to enjoy life
It's an error, a mistake, a major gaffe
To want to destroy our fellow human beings
It's serene and divine when the rooster sings
When the remaining feline family follows suit
It is wonderful when one of us wears a nice suit
Instead of wearing the fatigues and carrying heavy guns
Like ants who are shopping for the coming winter season
My brothers and sisters of the world, common sense and reason
Will always prevail. We **** ourselves, every time we fight
Let's carry the torch of peace. In the dark, let's shine the light.
Let's stop acting like sick sore losers
Let's stop this negative trend at once
Let's behave like true and real winners
By loving each other. Let's not lose an ounce
Of our precious blood over stupid wars
We are civilized. We are all humans with powers
Our blood is red, not black, and not white
We all lose when we fight.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:32 AM UTC
Heavy school bell paid for the small,
In Iran hundred sixty-eight who fall.
Under the dust of brick and stone,
Their childhood dreams are left alone.
Silence shows above them all.
They don't wear a soldier's dress and be tall.
Who could justify this bitter thrall?
The Iran war depicts the hollow groan—
Heavy school bell.
Lawless and against the wall,
With these war crimes' sacred mandates to brawl,
How the innocent are sown.
Such war crimes the world must now disown,
School children and their spirits call—
Heavy school bell.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC
LOADING . . .
ERROR!
VIRUS FOUND.
Our minds have been infected by the darkness of the internet.
The world is being run by elites.
Remember? Or have you forgotten already?
The island with a temple,
a temple made to sacrifice children.
No, don't you dare call them "young women,"
they were children, teenagers...
girls trapped between walls, fearing the worst ways to die.
Files upon files of unspeakable offenses,
they consumed babies,
or their intestines, someone in the files said.
They ***** children.
T h e y r a p e d c h i l d r e n.
Spelling it out for you in case you didn't grasp it yet—
But oh, what am I talking about?
There were memes circulating!
Diddy vs. Epstein
No wonder—
You would make these kinds of jokes
even when the women in your life goes through it.
Feminism?
— Everyone said feminism is fighting for alimony,
being gold diggers, being hateful, selfish.
If only they knew,
feminism is not about hate towards men,
it's about refusing to be silenced.
Feminists show partiality, they say,
but no one supports a man who was ***** more than a feminist
and no one hates that abused man more than other men.
"He must have enjoyed it."
"He must be gay."
You would never understand a survivor
until you go through it yourself.
In a world where girls are married off
before they are even teenagers,
and marital **** is legal,
and there are group chats on how to drug your own wife,
and women and children are sold and trafficked,
you dare to say that we do not need feminism?
The women who deserve alimony—
They are women who were forced to give dowry,
or were abused in their own homes.
ERROR!
THE NATURE WE WERE BORN TO TAKE CARE OF,
WE ARE KILLING IT.
Of course, keep making more of those A.I. videos!
It's fun and games, aren't I right?
Keep making more—
Until the sun's rays burn into your skin,
until the rivers and the streams dry out,
till every drop of fresh water in the earth
becomes undrinkable
and all of us die from dehydration.
And at the end,
don't you dare regret everything you made using A.I.
in the expense of something we were born to cherish.
• Air? Polluted more and more every hour of a day.
• Water? Let's not even talk about all of the harmful waste...
• Trees? Thanks to gardeners, they are still alive.
And nature? Nature will heal.
It always has, always will,
because god resides in the heart of nature.
However we try polluting it, it will fight back.
But, you?
YOU.
You know you are a human, right?
A bullet can **** you.
Hell, a coconut falling into your head from a tall tree can **** you.
And what do you do?
Participate in ruining the world we live in,
or you stay silent, as if it fixes everything.
Your voice wasn't given to you to just be entertaining,
it was given to defend the voiceless.
Speak— louder, clearer.
Speak for your fellow humans,
speak for the ultimate truth.
Speak about the destruction,
because one day
you will utterly miss the world you were born in
and it will never be the same again.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
watching eyes hungry
not for food, for women
never satisfied
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
To drain the swamp
was his promise to keep
but he drowned because
the bottom was too deep.
The fish were too big,
his worm was too small.
What an absolute
disappointment to us all.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
The doors of the churches and the schools are closed.
No decent people are on the streets,
Where we see sad crimes and horrible abuses.
Many windshields are broken by badly thrown stones.
Violence rains in the streets and in the corridors;
No dogs or cats dared to vent outside.
A few meager birds, on the branches, stare with disdain
And amazement several thugs and charlatans with masked faces.
It is sad to see these heinous crimes. How awful!
There is a hostile war? One wonders which party will win?
We can hear the voice of an old man coming somewhere
Who shouts faintly, "We are all poor victims, sad tramps,
Who are committing suicide for bad politicians, for misers. "
Not too far, we can see a crazy woman with a close friend,
Both in rags. It's a nightmarish image that proves
That the country has become a hell on earth. On the radio, they say
That some ships of the United States Navy are in the harbor.
What are they doing on our territory? We flee,
Or we do not flee? We cannot. Everyone is in prison.
Violence snows blood on the streets of a tropical country, where fear
Reigns. Children do not dare to play in the streets, where terror
Hisses like snakes, like machine guns of the enraged demons.
No war is civil or civilized; war among the same people is also violent
And nefarious. My God, things are very bad in the streets nearby.
Violence is raining and everyone is crying. Victims are everywhere at bay,
Waiting for the arrival of the good angels, who shall come perhaps in a few months.
Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This is a translation of the poem La Violence Pleut Dans Les Rues by Hebert Logerie
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
Les portes des églises et celles des écoles sont fermées.
Aucune personne décente n'est en effet dans les rues,
Où l'on voit que des crimes abjects et des horribles abus.
Plusieurs pare-brises sont brisés par des pierres mal lancées.
La violence pleut dans les rues et dans les corridors;
On ne voit ni les chiens, ni les chats en dehors.
Des maigres oiseaux, sur les branches, avec dédain et stupeur,
Regardent plusieurs voyous et charlatans au visage masqué.
C'est triste de constater ces crimes odieux. Quelle horreur!
Il y a une guerre hostile? On se demande quel parti va gagner?
On peut entendre la voix venue d'un vieillard de quelques parts
Qui crie faiblement: « Nous sommes tous des pauvres victimes,
Des clochards, qui se suicident pour des politiciens, pour des avares. »
Pas trop **** on peut voir une femme folle avec un ami intime,
Tous deux en haillons. C'est une image de cauchemar qui prouve
Que le pays est devenu un enfer sur la terre. A la radio, on dit
Que quelques bateaux de la Marine Américaine se trouvent
Dans la rade. Qu'est qu'ils font sur notre territoire? On fuit
Ou on ne fuit pas? On n'en peut pas. Tout le monde est en prison.
La violence neige de sang dans les rues d'un pays tropical, où la peur
Règne. Les enfants n'osent pas aller jouer dans les rues, où la terreur
Siffle comme des serpents, comme les mitraillettes des démons.
Aucune guerre n'est civile et celle d'un même peuple est aussi violente
Et diabolique. Mon Dieu, les choses vont très mal dans les rues avoisinantes.
La violence pleut et tout le monde pleure. Les sinistrés sont partout aux abois.
On attend l'arrivée des bons anges qui viendront peut-être dans quelques mois.
Copyright © Juin 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
______________________
Paghunda Zahid
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
The massacres of our beautiful people must STOP.
It is unconscionable and unfair to destroy so many lives
For selfish, greedy and hatred reasons. God, in his archives,
Have recorded everything, which occurred, from top
To bottom, from sunset to sunrise, from the start
To the end. God knows what’s going on in every one’s heart.
God knows what took place in Cleveland, in Charleston,
In Santo Domingo, in Staten Island, in Sparta, in North Charleston
In Buffalo, in Texas, in New York, in Ferguson.
The Lord is fully aware of what has been going on.
The massacres of our beautiful siblings cannot go on.
The brutal and deadly violence against the innocents must cease.
Too many of our people are weeping, too many are deceased
From unnecessary gun violence. Too many have been unjustly executed.
Too many egregious mistakes have been made. We need to see a STOP
Put into this nightmare, this quagmire. We need an end to this flip-flop.
Human beings are suffering and dying. Let’s not apply a band-aid
On this humongous wound. Let’s do our best to provide appropriate aid
To our serious and minor problems. Real people are being killed,
School children, churchgoers and shoppers are being killed,
We are not fantasizing; we are obviously not at the movies.
Our People are real, with human flesh; they are not dummies,
They are not actors; they are not all guilty by association.
The massacre of our innocent people must stop in this nation,
In this state, in this borough, in this city, in this town, in this school,
In this cathedral, in this church and in this community pool.
The mental and physical slayings of our people must END.
All potential perpetrators must look in the sand
To find themselves, reverse the role, think of being
A potential victim of racism, bigotry, indiscriminate shooting,
Senseless firing, ignorance and all sorts of sins under the sun.
We need to defeat the negative feelings that are eroding the fun
That God had put in our soul, and are destroying our natural gift,
Which is to love our fellow men and women. Let the Spirit lift
Us to a higher ground, to a more sane and comfortable pasture.
Let’s be human again, and be stronger, kinder and more mature.
The slayings of our beautiful must be something in the past,
Some crazy events in history, some horrible times that must not last.
Let’s free ourselves from negative emotions, let’s be free at last.
Let’s not be silent, let’s speak, and let’s tell it like it is at last. Alas!
Copyright © July 21,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
We cowardly witnessed the genocide of many human beings
Live, live, live in real time
That was an odious, callous and vicious crime
We said nothing, absolutely nothing about the sad and awful events
Many of us were either silent or complacent about everything
Even God was absent and quiet. He did nothing, nothing
Evil doers are not humane; they are ******** criminals
We witnessed the bombings of babies, buildings and animals
We saw the massacres and the aftermaths. We could smell the blood
And could hear the cries coming out of the television screens
We saw the live and dead bodies, the hearts, the livers and the spleens
Rotting and spoiling in the filthy streets. The color of the mud
Is grim and abnormal, because of too much sufferings and tears
Too much pain and misery, too much disgust and shame
Too much atrocities and killings. We all know whom to blame
We know who are responsible for so much evilness and wrongdoings
Humanity got thrown out of the window in this part of the universe
We wonder if these two legged machines have a heart and a soul
We wonder if they ever look in a mirror, in a clear pool
We wonder how it would be if everything were to happen in reverse
Where is God? Why this ignominious silence?
Live, live, live in real time
That’s an odious, egregious and beastly crime
How can anybody sleep at night? That makes no sense
These days, everything is live, eerie, vivid and instantaneous
Grotesque things are never acceptable, admissible and hilarious
We want peace and we dream of peace
But the guilty ones must pay from west to east
And from north to south. We want peace and justice.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Love, Peace, Equality and Justice.
Copyright © June 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
Zionist father's "lamentation; his sons burial."
The family of an IDF soldier was gathered for his funeral from Rapha rubble. All that was left of him was a small box of his ash remains. Words began to pass over his grave.
"I remember how handsome he looked in uniform," said his mother, "with his matching Helmet & Pampers." "I remember how brave he was," said his father, "he once neutralized a neonatal intensive care unit without hesitating for a second." "I remember how loving he was," said his daughter, "he once demolished a school for me on my birthday." "I remember how strong he was," said his wife, "every child he faced fell before his might." "I remember him being bigger," said his son, "What happened to him?". "Apparently," stated his mother,
"He triggered a booby-trap while plundering a house in Gaza."
"Well, I guess he died as Israel lives" stated his father.
"And how is that?"
Asked the others?
"By burglarizing someone else's home after proudly murdering all palestinian family members "
Oh! Said his grandmother
"Every muslim Palestinian, any non zionist jewish birth poses an existential threat to his new and future born children, thats why
"this IDF soldier's remains are buried among genocidal war criminal hereos in Izrahell."
~~~~~
Izrael:August 2024.
~~~~
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
Here I had thought
Generally, each of our governments
Loved to issue & execute warrants-
Or is that merely applicable
To the poor, those with no status
Who carry no political weight
Besides their life of work?
Verdicts down on from
Supposedly the highest body
In the arbitration for justice
It's seeds of gunpowder,
To produce a foul fruit
Which kills the vine.
Bunch of psychos,
And the thoughts are dark
Because it's an empty mind.
May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC
There's an ocean,
Underneath me,
And a thought that
Can defeat me,
O, I'll cry,
When I see you
Once more...
There's a name,
I'm so ashamed,
I can't make it,
I'm to blame.
O, I'll cry
When I see you
Once more...
All the things
That I've done,
There's no battles
That I've won,
O, I'll cry
When I see you
Once more...
Inside I'm still dying,
Outside, I'm
Still trying,
There's no one
To hold open doors!
No lying , I'm crying,
My blood
Won't hit the floor;
But I'll cry,
When I see you
Once more...
I've got friends,
Til the end,
But no moments
I can rend,
There's nothing
But something
I adore!
Such a moment
Just a moment,
My atonement,
I abhor,
But I'll cry
When I see you
Once more!
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 5:02 AM UTC
It’s both a bitter funeral for freedom
and the birth of new crime.
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 8:43 AM UTC
This world...our world , got it's differences..
It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives..
People sketched, the unnecessary graphs..
in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!!
Hence created the ugliest line of division..
about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line..
and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line..
Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs..
Some chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice..
Multiplied the division deliberately..
Added up the differences wanting-ly..
We should evaporate the boundaries , we drew in our life's charts....
should redefine our lives , to decrease the death rates...
Let's choose humanity over cruelty..
Helping over hindering..
Love over hate..
Remember ,we all are alike..
'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth..
'cause every being has it's last breath..
every being has to breathe till death..
every being have to bleed when cut..
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
My new novel
Is now available
On the online circle
Of Amazon Kindle
As a soft copy eBook
And as a traditional
Hard copy novel
It set it in beyond COVID19 days,
Read what I write as a PhD scholar.
I know that China modified it,
Naturally, CoV won't affect us so much.
China altered it in the Wuhan lab,
They made it a novel Coronavirus,
They called it nCoV19, ask why,
Because they engineered it in 2019.
My novel talks about it,
This sin is punished,
Not just by India,
But also by USA,
And everyone sane,
There happens WW3,
The Negative Axis powers are:
China, North Korea & Pakistan
Indian Army has HuSaVe's,
Human Safety Vehicles,
Robotic suits that the DRDO creates.
China copies them,
Removes the human part,
And makes GHOST's,
Global Human Omission Safety Transformers.
The story is built with a lot of action, some technology and a bit of romance,
A lot of red shades make the story, some blues for it and a bit of pink,
For writing it, I wasted not a microlitre of real ink.
Indian Army comes up with TASIP,
Terrestrial Army Soldier Improvement Program,
And the protagonist, Ravindra Thakur is selected to be one of them.
He becomes a genetically modified soldier,
The DRDO has a specialist scientist Dr. Malakar who does it with his team,
CRISPR-Cas9 is used to elongate all his telomeres,
And now he has stronger chromosomes.
Ravindra & his batchmates can handle extreme doses of hormones,
Adrenalin, human growth hormone and testosterone to name a few,
These hormones can otherwise **** people in such high overdose,
But his sixth sense is strengthened and even the seventh & eighth senses top with those,
You begin to read it and if you can't put it down, blame it on me,
Cross-references to my previous novel help bring your heart closer,
Yes, the novel is sci-fi, army, diplomacy and hypothetically viable too.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 4:24 AM UTC
I know that in some other dimension
—perhaps beneath a crease in the warp of time
They like to rip flesh off bits of bones
of lovers and friends
dress it up in spices and sauces for feasts—
And their kings do it, and they do
Children are taught, and
house-wives prepare them for special guests
Humans, wrapped in sacks, are sold
in markets— or traded like rice
I know some take pride in the love-kisses
their whips leave on flushed skins
And tallest of corpses are chopped like logs
—carried like crops; cleaned and
beautified— like porcelain; somewhere,
screams are sung on weddings and
Lyre strings talk about mothers’ pleas
Where gatherings of men and women and wealth
are served with their own roasted limbs
Where molestations await invitations
which are not scarce—
I know some like to beautify battlefields
and scattered fingers and ribs and feet and—
I know that tulips are planted in blasted skulls
And children leave paper-boats in warm, rosy puddles
— stars are extinguished for their
unbearable lights and moons are
exploded on festival nights—
I know you look at me and wonder
if I admire canvases gigantic
with stories loud and heroes bewildering
I know you ask of my role on this street,
at this moon, with you of all planets
—and plants, but I only
know of the canvases they burn
—and canvases they tear and
canvases used as shrouds and— canvases
that wipe away clogged ruby tears
I only know of the flowers I painted—
Colours I yelled at
for they were not bright
And the painting I buried under coats of white
for it was not pretty—
The memory I killed over and over and over and over and—
Watched the cadaver walk right through
its death
I know I was not called, nor welcomed
And I know there are worse wars to be ceased
but I only see the bruises on
this child’s dusty face, and bones—
bones and how they push at his ragged flesh
I know not of the demon that lurks within his shadow
Or what tales you carry under your glamorous suit
or what told him to try running with your coins—
And I know there are worse wars to be ceased
—I know there are worse wars to be ceased
and I know— but please for the sake
of dawn’s first ray, of sea’s first breath
don’t hurt him—
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
chew the shards of glass
between your overcast teeth
and promise me this time—
promise me you wouldn’t lie.
doesn’t feel too good with
blood overflowing in your
mouth, does it? did it turn
the ashes into putrid mud,
as well, and pour out from
every orifice in a thick, dull
sludge, confessing the crimes
tucked quietly behind those
calculating, glimmerless eyes…
does the crunching of glass
sound like the bones i broke
trying to convince myself that
your gaping lips are meant for
more than blatant fabrications—
does the crunching of glass
sound like sweet music to you,
the way it does to me right now?
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Maybe if I write about you
my heart will be at ease;
maybe the butterflies will stop.
I can't acknowledge you
because then,
I'll have to admit to crimes
that even I don't know I've committed.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
People All Over The World
Have Committed So Many Crimes,
That Nature Has Made Them
To Hide Their Faces In Shame.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
product of butchered philosophy
men must suffer at the hands of those distracted
by their thirst for their self interest
punishment is dealt at the request of politics
radical voices
which are silenced by the liberty bred into the rebel
who too fought against crimes
seeking refuge in a new land
but would not allow refuge to those
who suffered at the hands of their destruction
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC