#infants
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
Excitement,congrats, balloons pink or blue
Showers flowers laughter planned or unplanned
ladies bring gifts and men brought beer
Out of the womb they pop without fear
Is it a he or is it a she nine months of waiting
Finally free nurture them hug them but remember
T O LOVE THEM
U N C O N D I T I O N A L Y
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
I share my wife and bed with another guy
They look into each others' eyes and with love they sigh
It's not easy, but there is so much love
And support from the angels and devas above
It is a challenge, we are all full of desires and need
We share laughter, massage, mystery, and games
With careful, open eyes we proceed
In the morn sometimes she's exhausted from their labors of love
I serve her a fruit shake, creamy and cold
And we listen, dazed to the morning dove
As the sun rises, hues of bronze and gold
Some may think a ********* is the cat's meow
An exciting adventure of discovery, and how!
But there's a lot of homework on this path of old
Even if the other guy is only eight months old!
Even if it's all about lactation
Not ***********
It's still a path to walk where so many riches unfold!
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
Malignant Mindless Maternal, Maliciously Moulding murderous Motives.
The Paternal parted prior the proof of pregnancy. Parturience posing as a poignant peril.
On the highway of anguish, desolate and melancholy—
a thunderous stream of metallic behemoths ravaging the route.
tragedy waiting impatiently like an honest thief.
Heavy feet embedded into the tarmac, wales of twins echo from the womb.
Tears of the cloud cleansing twilight sins. Labour screams drowned by the rain. Baptising the abandoned infants.
The storm departs as dawn embraces new life.
Weary eyes meet frail hands as kindness kindles hope.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC