#persecution
WAKE UP
the world isn't perfect,
STAND UP,
they need you more than ever.
This is less of a poem,
and more of a plea.
Right now,
not in the 1800's,
NOW.
In Uganda,
Homosexuality is being
PERSECUTED
and is punishable,
by death.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
There's a dystopian novel,
These boys lived in a country on the brink,
Of war.
They were in love.
They were in fear,
Of something people said stopped,
A long time ago.
Religious groups rally for
Persecution of "homos"
Going as far as the death penalty.
"Conversion camps" for minors,
Are legal where they live.
Electroshock therapy.
Kids who show too much emotions,
Can't sit still,
Get too excited,
Are medicated.
Until we have an army of zombies.
The leader of the country
Got rid of the rule book,
Burned it.
Fueled the fire with his rap sheet.
I didn't like that book one bit,
The title of the unrealistic horror was,
My diary.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
He is born like you and me,
from clay and a man’s rib,
because women don’t make babies,
God claims this fib.
He sent His son down here
with brown skin and foreign tongue,
in a land where men decide
what sins are sung.
His voice echoes above all the others,
a message that draws the destitute near,
a voice that praises the less and
casts out all who take money for cheer.
His hands feed the hungry and sit with
the poor,
He laughs with the ‘sinners’
who know same love can soar.
He walks with certainty in the face of hate,
insisting the faithful are not those
with full pockets,
and prayers don’t replace what passion owes.
His presence grows and gets the attention
of the powerful and rich,
who are used to controlling the masses
with only the flick of a switch.
While He provides aid, the rich
plot His demise,
like Pontius Pilate and His faithful
following with closed eyes.
He spreads a message of peace and love
for those the powerful deemed
too weird and strange to exist in a world
less faithful than it seemed.
They rebrand His message,
reselling it to the masses,
claiming He is what they fear most—
the mirror held to fascists.
They nail Him up and leave Him
to die,
waiting for their God to prove
this sinner’s words were the lie.
Any person who repeats His message,
who lives it as He meant,
will be marked, removed, and cut away,
unless they lie and repent.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC
86 an 88 -
What's the solution?
-2
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
In I came to Dublin town,
Riding one fine morning,
I spied some Johnny Bullies
And I started off a'cussing!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go **** off
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.
O'er glens of An Cabhán
There flew a rag of red,
I tore it off from where it hung
And ripped it all to shreds!
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
Lest he would rather violence.
In Londonderry & Belfast,
Pleasant little branches,
We'll grow ourselves gigantic oaks
Uproot their picket fences!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go **** off
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.
Say the hounds are all but slept,
Yet I still hear the barking.
I think it restful pouting
Readying for a real good bouting!
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
Lest he would rather violence.
Hard to find good honest work,
When of royal or noble;
Hard to find good honest work
If they claim you're not loyal!
Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Tell the king
To go **** off,
And kindly don't respond.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
Human victims inhuman disease
Gases still fill memories chamber
Survivors a perpetual breed
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
I am surrounded by comforts and convenances as I pack the cub-bards, lining them with provisions. Some of which I will not get to before they perish. I pay no mind to the clouds that gather above my head because I will soon walk into the shelter of my luxurious home.
I close the door sealing out the pestilence. the last part of my home barricaded by all the elements. I seat myself in a climate controlled throne where I waste away watching the regurgitation of one talking head to another. I stand at once to pour my cup out into the sink.
I look out the window and see a horizon of red illuminated by the smoke and fires that grow beneath it. I close the blinds and I make my way to the master bedroom. I take off my custom made clothes and fold them neatly at the foot of my bed. I brush my teeth and put on my pajamas as I hear a thunder in the distance grow closer . I turn on my fan to drown out the noise. I then lay myself down and nestle the silk of my pillow.
I begin to fall asleep not quite past Rapid eye movement. I am then ripped from my bed. I am drug down the stairs pulling banisters back resisting my pursuer’s. They’re strength to much to my own they quickly over power me.
My finger nails dig into the decking of my lavish hardwood sprawl. There is no hope for me at this point. I then am hit with a blunt object and loose consciousness.
I awake with a bag over my head and my hands tied behind my back. The dry air and exhaustion from my screams make my mouth dry. I feel insects crawl on me not as an infestation but as a hindering concentration on my hands and feet. I don’t know what they are but they bite me like fire ants.
I cannot shake them loose. Once I do my hands and feet are bound down by my captors. They shout at me slurs and demand I renounce. They beat me with they’re fist and feet. They grab me up and drag me down a long hall. I am pushed to the floor and then picked up. My head is shoved down as they submerge me in water. Over and over and over again. I begin blacking out because my body is entering a breaking point.
I am then drug back down the hall and cast back into my dark room.
This continues for days as I am being starved. I begin eating the ants that bite my hands and feet. I drink the water I can when I am being dunked over and over again. I begin to try and adapt to this tormented routine. I am far past depression I am numb and I am hopeless.
I am so lonely I try conversing with my captors. They don’t speak in my language so I try to make myself believe what they say back to me are kind and hopeful things.
They demand that I renounce in my language. It is the only thing I understand the entirety of my stay. I sense the desperation in they’re tone they almost seem sad that I am not responding to they’re abuse. I fear they will soon grow tired of trying and end me as a result.
The next morning I awake with a cold blade on my neck. I shout out “I renounce! I begin crying and shouting out; I renounce!” They pick me up and break my bonds and sit me in a chair. One officer removes the bag over my head and I see for the first time in I don’t know how long. Another officer hands me a glass of water and my face falls in shame and relief.
This is the real beginning of my torment.
After giving me instructions and sending me on my way. I …..
To be continued…
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 8:13 PM UTC
I thought I'm out
But that's not what life's about
To fight or to get walked over
A question for tomorrow
He's punching and punching, will it blow over?
Anger, fear, and sorrow
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC
The peace of this small neighbourhood, is shattered as the door caves in
As masked marauders seek with guns, the criminals that hide within
But they find no deadly drug baron, Nor killer, or ****** animal
But a grey-haired lady, small and frail, in terror as she beholds them all
At gunpoint then her hands are tied, and her walking stick cast to the floor
As she is marched by mighty men, to the waiting van outside her door
Her heart skips wildly and her breath is tight, as she is bundled roughly inside
Her dignity and rights of law, are swept away and cruelly denied
And across the town there sits a girl, with kindly, smiling joyful eyes
A teen who spends her youthful zest, bringing hope and joy to other lives
But little does she know this day, that her future days are to dwell
Not in delight and dancing halls, but in a dark and lonely prison cell
And elsewhere stands a local hero, a man so honoured by decree
Acclaimed by peers and politicians, as a citizen of kindly deeds
Yet on this day, he is torn away, from his family who are left in tears
As this father and devoted husband, is imprisoned now for seven years
Who are these ones snatched by the state, and treated so unjustly
Held without cause or consideration, and despised so bitterly?
They obey all laws and pay their dues, and love their neighbours when they can
And share a hope of a future bright, even though their hope is banned
They are young and old, black and white, and gathered from diversity
They wage no wars, won't steal or lie, but treat all people with dignity
For their crime is not of violence, nor abuse, or fraud or robbery
But of being Christians and trying to show, Christ-like love to you and me
And what of those who terrorize them, the land where this grim drama is set
That mighty nation, so paranoid, that it considers them a threat
This pretender to the throne, bedecked in red and white and blue
Is a jealous king who hates the ones, who, to Christ their King are ever true
But as they languish in prison cells, awaiting justice from the King
The one whose commandments they obey, is smiling down and proud of them
For their hope is not in men of law, nor international decree
But their just and loving King, Christ Jesus, and in God- Jehovah's sovereignty
Dedicated to Jehovah's Witnesses imprisoned in Russia
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 7:26 AM UTC
Take it as a compliment
Branded heretical.
Bring on the pyre,
And set it afire;
When they resort to
Crucifixion
You’ll know you have the right
Convictions
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
Spit from your mouth like an insult
like the very word doesn't bloom
and fill me with the pride of it
_witch, pagan, devil_
Spit hate and misinformation
like your ancestors before you
keep your cycle and see where it goes
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 12:57 AM UTC
tell me:
how are beliefs helping
when they cause persecution
screaming injustice while performing acts of hate?
tell me:
how does one differ
folly for a questionable book
or the innermost desire to rule others?
tell me:
how can one say
religions are the foundations of earth
when morality is at a point of contempt?
tell me:
how could one say
one believes in a god
when one ignores humanity?
where is the decency?
what is peace in a tyranny of hate?
some day we'll realize a little too late...
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Dull is the day.
A new thrill in the night.
A shrill scream in her flight.
Blood is dripping, the ax is lifting
Last of his kind,
a creature of night,
life in perpetual darkness,
neverending, the madness.
The spirits are raising,
pursuers are racing,
with a goal of ending his splendid ambition.
The endless ordeal has come to an end,
his final salvation eluded again.
The blood is no longer dripping,
his hands, no longer ripping the flesh.
Rapture is gone, once again he's alone.
He's come to oblivion, forgotten again,
ignored, but prison can bind him only so long.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Righteous anger is intoxicating;
Brain cells sold to the fiction of the mind.
It funds peddlers too loudly debating:
Oh, what to do with words spent on designs
Of machines combating contradictions?
Their motherboards are hardwired for the ****
Any thoughts or beliefs on opinions?
Just wait for their hunger to get its fill.
Nothing like teeth flushed with red and venom.
*** death, and chocolate cannot compare
To the moral high ground's cheap decorum
Of beliefs held in contempt and despair.
Because paying attention to the wit
Of my getting hard done by is the ****
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
I'll bite and snarl at your wheels
rumbling past me up that hill
I know you'll never stop
leaving me stranded
a mad dog.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
A ring of futility
The patience game is not for the faint heart
Watching them tear your confidence apart,
Pulling the flesh from your backbone
Creaks give way to breaking
Shattering of nerves
Plucking away the feathers of hope
Bare naked and goosepimpled
The carvery lays waiting
An unceremonious carving
Beligerant twisted barbs of lies
They think they have power
They think the can destroy me
I almost thought they could too,
But as they say reputation is king
And mine speaks flesh to my bones
I pick the scales off one by one
Their pious deception no match
for my holy inception
A twisted fork tongue lays deep in its own rotted flesh
How the snakehole swallows it's own creator
Writhing in contorted panic as it's own truth flashes in its eyes
I may well be torn down every shred of pride
Only to rise a new and free from their serpentry
While they taste the bitter poison in their own sad tales
They never had real faith
And mine was never afraid of being tested
They forgot the sage old saying
Death trampling on death
Arise Tabitha and sin is no more
And nor is the serpent whom devours its self.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
good health
i have had a comfortable life
with middle class privilege
but i have known and seen
bullies in my class
making me stand against it always
they are leading the country now
and are demonstrably showing
brutal intransigent power
over those without citizen identity
because we had wars
in their countries
so they have done nothing more
than seek a better life
who wouldn’t have?
and now they can’t go back
so many people compromised
by oil greed and power avarice
rendered without country
without wealth
without identity
without dignity
these people are no different
in human need
yet
i have place
i have citizen identity
i have freedom
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
#*Perilous times are foretold for the end
When the one who betrays might as soon be a friend
When he who walked with you in the midst of God's throng
Proves a broken-off reed who didn't belong
When the crowd turns away from the truth they once knew
To embrace a strange fire of the enemy's brew
When the mystic is favored much more than the teacher
And intolerant is the name reserved for the preacher
For myriads have tasted of the heavenly gifts
Then at some unknown point the set compass shifts
And they show by the fact that they do not endure
That they never knew the One Whose salvation is sure
For He's promised He cannot lose one of His own
Yet His wheat grows with tares that His enemy's sown
So these goats dressed as sheep might say all the right words
But pasted-on wings do not turn moles to birds
They learn the same Scriptures and enjoy the same songs
But haven't yet come to the cross for their wrongs
Haven't taken it up and followed the Lord
Have never been born of His Spirit Who is poured
Into all whom the Father has chosen for His Son
Those predestined before the world had begun
So among the elect in the pews sit the dead
Unregenerate men taking up masks instead
And some will sit thus for the rest of their life
While others walk away overcome by the strife
Of their trials, distractions, desires or greed
Rather trusting the world to provide all that they need
For discipleship costs and most think it too high
A price now to pay of their self who must die
Most are tripped by the weight of that covenant walk
Which accompanies a faith that goes past mere talk
It is God's grace alone which grants genuine belief
And with it repentance for proud or for thief
While the course remains bumpy until dying day
The saved may fall down, but they can't fall away
For salvation from first to the last is of the Lord
And His Spirit within is what keeps saints secured
It's our duty and privilege to obey and abide
Yet how could we without His power inside?
Now besides a new fuel we receive a new nature
The old man is dead, we are made a new creature
One that's being conformed to the image of Jesus
So we live to please Him now and not to please us
But because of this switch the world is enraged
For when light shines in darkness its evil's front stage
They hate us the same as they hated our Master
And as time nears its close their fury swells faster
Persecution's been promised for all who are godly
Could be mocking, rejection or harm that is ******
It cannot compare though to what's been exchanged
In the gift of redemption for our souls long-deranged
So we dare not forget when the blows are received
That those doing the punching are still dead and deceived
Still locked in the grip of the enemy's force
Still blinded by sin, still enslaved to its course
Just judgment will come if they do not repent
If they keep on rejecting God's Lamb Who was sent
So it's best left to Him to defend us against
The disdain and discord of a world that's incensed
For they're already judged who refuse to believe
And we would be too but for mercy's reprieve
Being saved from God's wrath that is soon to be poured
Out full strength onto those who His truths have ignored
In the meantime the Father's maturing His children
Forging character depth through both trials and discipline
So let's not lose hope in the face of our sorrow
But rejoice that He's working it out for tomorrow
Since we have a sure treasure stored for us in heaven
And we'll soon be set free from all sin-staining leaven
Let's press on toward Christ's likeness worked in us by grace
And look hard for first moments our eyes see His face!*#
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
Discrimination
Knowledge is power, know your history;
Study his story or her story.
Whichever you favour, to choose your reaction;
For illumination, learn about the history of your nation.
For history repeats itself,
So make a change, to help yourself.
Learn what made you, the person you are.
Know your roots, before planting your seed,
Don't let your mistakes, line your history.
Affirmative action will set you free, to ignore the bigotry.
The Afro-American struggle has similarities with your own;
Surely you too, have been persecuted by someone.
Sure maybe on a different scale,
But still persecuted, like the feminist females.
Still treated differently
Because of their thoughts of you.
Their opinion of how you look,
Or what they see you do.
Surely they've closed the door to you too?
And sent you away,
Before hearing your words?
Simply because of the way,
You are perceived to be.
It may have even lead you,
To question the person they see.
They judge you with their power,
Without even knowing you;
But even Einstein looked stupid,
With his mad scientist hairdo.
So follow what you believe, you can really do,
Don't quit because they say,
You can't do the things you wish to.
Prove them wrong, prove yourself right.
Never let them overcome your struggle,
Because nothing good comes easy,
There is always a price.
So is it worth the fight?
The hardest fight you'll have
Is with the demons inside you,
But when you've conquered your inner demons,
Nothing in this world will be able to stop you.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
They run.
They scream.
They beg for help.
Their homes are burned.
The women are *****
The children are tortured.
Everyone is killed.
A savior amidst the government and yet her lips sit on top of each other, only opening to condemn the persecuted Rohingya...
A Nobel Peace Prize winner revealing herself as an assailant of ethics.
The Rohingya.
The humans denied aid by almost every brother and sister,
THOUSANDS of men, women, children,
are drowning, burning, pleaing for mercy,
as you sit in your comfy chair and read this poem,
as i sit in this bed writing this poem.
The Rohingya are looking into the eyes of a Buddhist state;
looking down the barrel of a gun pointed at them from infancy.
An entire culture dedicated to dehumanizing humans...
An entire coalition of states conforming to locking the Rohingya out...
A state committing textbook genocide.
A world subduing to textbook ignorance.
And the Rohingya fighting for the right to live
For the right to be
Human
The Rohingya must not flee, nor fear persecution, for We shall stand by the Rohingya!
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC