#killings
Death,
why art thou so clean like pigs in mire
why stoop so high to take away babes
thrown away like the trash of trash
left to be cuddled by dirt
awaiting your cold verdict?
Death,
Art thou now dead?
Why canst thou ****** murderers before their murderings?
Art thou now at two a penny?
How long will you dance to the cold blooded tunes of the wolves in southern Kaduna?
Art thou no mind of your own?
O poor man!
For once liberate thyself from the whims of the wicked
else, I shall resolve that thou art died.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
Black
Is it a crime to be black? Should i be castigated for my skin color?
Am I less of a human? Or is the fear that I am more? I’ll leave that for later.
They say black lives matter but does it really? They say their neighbours are black, that their barber down the road is black. They try to relate to everything black except what it actually means to be black.
The white eye don’t see what the black eye sees. The white life don’t don’t feel what the black life feels.
How can you play down a fear that you don’t feel? A fear that you instilled.
Tomorrow isn’t promised but that doesn’t give you the right to take away my tomorrow today.
I tell my kids they are the leaders of tomorrow but that is if that they can get through today.
The victims could have me or you. Sadly could still be. Think of the ones that have been brushed aside, with no camera or evidence to prove a thing. Think of the pain caused over the years. The worst part is? This is not a one-off, painfully It is just a matter of time before this happens again.
So do not tell me how to feel. I don’t tell you how to **** But it does seem like you do pick and choose who to **** Would you still be you if you could pick? That is for you to answer. The blood that you’ve spilled, it’s time for you to answer.
If we are picking and choosing I would pick repeatedly to be
Black
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
ang siglong magulo
wala namang multo
pero bakit maraming nawawala nalang bigla
na parang mga multo
kinuha ba sila ng mga kulto?
nakalilito
liko sa kaliwa
sa kanan
sa kanina
kina
kian
ina
ka!
wala
na sila
alis
baka mapatay ka
yata?
KABAhan ka na
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:39 AM 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
My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.
I fight 21st century with 20th century bullet
Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper
In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest
Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker.
Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war
No back ups, no one is watching out for our fall
Like we are dying for those who don't care about us
Our enemies are in golden armor while we ride on horse.
Mother, did the demise of my gun brothers makes the headlines?
I heard the 'next level' was lunched on that day
And my superiors disown us to dine at the front line
Well, don't cry yet, I'm still alive at least for today.
Oh, my palms are wet and my hopes like a thread
My eyes shed more tears than the blood my gun sheds
We are too weak to keep pulling these triggers
Aso Rock, upgrade us now or take us home to our fathers.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiot
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families
this is absolutely appropriate
also absolutely inefficient
but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed
I wish very much
that the nation
AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
The scene was horrid,
It is during the midday or late night
I hope my memory serves right
Prisoners are on their cell, innocents everywhere
Just one guard at bay as I tend to the babies
I heard them, I heard them right
In the swine of criminals, only one deserves death
They say.. they'll **** her
I have no evidence but believe my address
Listen before it's too late
For these people are full of hate
But who am I? Just a child attending to your babies
That is when they ransack the place
So I cover the nearest child I see, as we all drop from the highest ground
Such a horrible night
For the same night lives were taken by million
And my blood dripping at the back of my head.
**** I wet my bed.
Just a nightmare to share.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Ø It ain't safe Ø
Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter..
Anguish and sorrow for every soul bullets used to masecure.
Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans.
Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live.
No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions.
A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive.
Can't relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe!
It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe!
WithOut God in your Space!
By selinasharday
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
ANOTHER SHOOTING IN AMERICA
WHAT CAN WE ALL DO
MORE INNOCENT LIVES TAKEN
NOT REALLY ONE BUT A FEW
A 17 YEAR OLD YOUNG MAN
WITH A DEEPLY TROUBLED PAST
THOUGHT THAT TO TAKE THESE LIVES
IN HIS HEART NOW REMORSE WILL LAST
300 HUNDRED MILLION GUNS
ARE IN THE AMERICAN GREAT NATION
IN THE HANDS OF TROUBLED CITIZENS
GUNS WERE NOT GODS CREATION
WHICH PRESIDENT WILL FINALLY
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MANKIND
AND STOP HIDING BEHIND GUN CONTROL
AND LEAVE ALL THIS DEATH BEHIND
STOP THE GUNS AND BRING PEACE TO LIVES AFFECTED BY THESE SENSELESS KILLINGS
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families
this is absolutely appropriate
but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed
I wish very much
that the nation
AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
shivers fill the bellies of oceans
swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate
from a crack in clouds
peeks a helpless sun
in the deathly silence of vales
line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
more Earth to be stained with blood
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
1 2
Did you hear the voice coming for you
3 4
A loud knock from the door
5 6
hands in my feet
7 8
Its getting late
Its playtime
No one will know what is my crime
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
the absence of evil
brought no good.
we're still humans
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
A lady wearing white and she's quite tall
Running, slipping into the waterfalls
Liquid pierce her skin, she heard the killercall
"Lady, lady where did you fall?"
Tears mixing with water, she never felt so small
In the forest where she's the prey, predators are all
She swam to the ends and at the end the lady crawl
Her appearance was terrifying but once considered a doll
The anger filled the man who got drench with ethanol
Fire and greed should have perished the fairest of them all
But how fortunate she is, God's with her all along.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
In the darkest of night
Just at the same corner
Hours after,
Along the gutter
Camera shutters
In the darkest of night
At the same corner
A body rests at the arms of his mother
In the darkest of night
Records in the daily newspaper
Death sentenced by the accuser
We will remember
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
justice
noun jus·tice \ˈjə-stəs\
the quality of being just; righteousness, equitableness, or moral rightness.
I woke up at midnight to the sound of a gunshot. I was beyond scared to look at my window and see what’s happening outside. But I gathered all my courage and got out of my house to see policemen and their vehicles, to see many people emerging to take a look at what’s happening. And then I saw a dead body, a man with a cardboard sign saying he was a drug pusher. It felt like my world dropped at that moment, I couldn’t sleep that night because all I could hear was the sound “BANG!”. The next morning when I went outside I was confused that the people not bothered, that they acting like nothing happened, that they did not care. I asked one guy if he knew what happened last night, and he said yes. I asked him if he was even terrified, if these killings are normal, if the sound that I will be hearing every night is a gunshot, and he said, “Don’t you worry. A gunshot means justice.”
A gunshot means justice. It means if you hear it in the middle of night, it doesn’t matter if that someone is a person you know, it doesn’t matter if you know that person is innocent, because that gunshot means the thing we’ve all been seeking for. It means you don’t have to be scared that people are getting killed everyday without any due process because it’s for the better. It means watching your fellow people die but you have to be happy because they’re bad people, they deserve to be killed and it’s for the country. It’s justice, we’re killing criminals who deserve it. And we promise, innocent people will not be a part of this. But does justice mean a teenager getting shot by the police, and it turns out he wasn’t the one they were supposed to **** Does justice mean a 12 year old girl getting shot by a stray bullet when she was about to go to church? Does it mean innocent people dying, shattering a teenager’s dreams, taking away the lives of children? A gunshot doesn’t mean justice, especially to the victims. When we live in a Catholic country where people say we’re supposed to follow the bible but when it comes to this they all suddenly forget about God, when people shame you for loving someone because it’s a sin but we’re failing to remember one of the commandments of God, “thou shall not **** When we always say we need to forgive people, but drug users and pushers don’t deserve second chances, they deserve death. When they’re asking for help but instead of giving it they pointed a gun to their heads. They said this will keep our nation safe, but does safe mean being frightened to walk at night because you can get killed without even doing something, when the possibility that someone you know will die is too high, when you know that every night another person dies? But all they say is that what we have to do this, to be able to achieve justice.
But how can justice prevail when the thief who stole money from us got out of jail and is now living happily? When the dictator who stole and killed our people was considered a hero? When the top criminals of our country are now free? When the rich can be given a second chance but the poor gets shot instantly? How can justice prevail when our human rights are being destroyed and forgotten?
justice
noun jus·tice \ˈjə-stəs\
rightfulness or lawfulness, as of a claim or title; justness of ground or reason
There are millions of dictionaries in the world. And all of them have the word justice. Maybe they have the same, or different meanings. But the word justice suddenly becomes missing when we talk about the victims of the killings.
(k.b)
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I dream about seeing the light when it all ends,
I'd rather be in that situation than sitting around
With all these envying friends,
Swear life is funny with killer clowns and random
People that get hurt for no reason,
Be on your guard for all of these things , including
Freak accidents this season,
All of the ignorance these kids are into nowadays
Causing trouble from those bad lyrics,
Such a sight to me, put yourself in the place of me
And don't you forget it,
Financial problems up the *** , you can't even cut some
Grass even for a penny,
So when you go to bed at night , your message to God should
Have already been sending,
Flame.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
We're headed for a deep, deep valley
Poison sky in Tornado Alley
We had best not dilly-dally
Our Creator's got a running tally
"What's that list?" You may ask?
Well. What's that blood within your flask?
Amantalado's got a cask
While in luxury we bask
Amerika, Amerika!
Wearing tight blue jeans
You've lost your fight,
you've lost your might
You live beyond your means!
Amerika, Amerika!
You'd best buckle up!
Ask God's pardon!
Grow a garden!
'Coz you are out of luck!
Do you know they use CHILDREN?
Little girls & boys!
They cut their tiny fingers
While making all your toys!
There are those who aren't so Slack
At sitting on a donkey's back
Haul Coco leaves to make your crack
So politicians make a stack
While these peasants live in shacks
And here on the homefront....
Pregnant mothers will not cry
While their unborn babies die
They swallow the hook... Believe the lie
Just want their piece of the pie
And then roll their eyes and sigh
When told of Jesus... my oh my...
What happened to the Golden Rule?
Horrible bullying in schools!
Prayer no more used than stone-age tools
Non believers stubborn mules
Christian's made to look like fools!
As our Spirits atrophy
While we think that we are free
Each day a new catastrophe...
... The IRS still has its fee
We walk into the Serpent's Maw
He likes his meat ****** and raw
While the Ravens creak and caw
We Institute Sharia law!
Wealth is meant only for a few
Do-as-i-say-not-as-i-do
Folks! They are a Motley Crew!
This is *not the place I knew!
DOES ALL THIS GARBAGE WORK FOR YOU?*
Here's a message. It is TRUE!
WE ARE MANY... they are FEW!!!
Please allow me to be bold
This BS is getting old!
Break the ******* Break the mold!
'Cuz folks, you're being mind-controlled!
It's coming in from your PC
It's coming in from your TV
You are fed false history!
You're NOT SMARTER! **YOU'RE NOT FREE!
AND YOU'LL MISS YOUR DESTINY!**
Back to God's list. He's checking it twice.
Amerika... are you naughty or nice?
You're marinated in your vice!
Hear this message! Hear my voice!
'Cause pretty soon
YOU'LL HAVE NO CHOICE.
Oh, please hear me! I may offend
But it is out of love my friend!
I don't expect this work to trend
I will click and just press "send"
I wish you only blessing.
THE END.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
apparently
we live in times
in which disasters chase each other
around the globe in never-ending sequence
or is it just the real-time news media hype
that gives us this impression?
yet even if I generously discard
the ****** massacres and crises
far away
there are enough rough dreadful things
that even if they don’t affect me ******
do touch my heart and make me grieve
with the afflicted
methinks we’re coming near the point
when the majority of normal people on our globe
will rise an tell fanatics of all creeds
to shove it
take a shower
just go home
and let us live our lives in peace !
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC