"aggressors" poems
We have heard of so many leaders
Martin Luther King Jr. and Gandhi
so many fallen heroes
Then we heard of the man who destroyed apartheid
In South Africa,
And quickly the word Nelson Mandela
pops into our heads
The dark and the light
the sadness, the pain,
Then there’s Nelson Mandela legacy
turning the other cheeks against your aggressors
everybody and every nation needs inspirations
but to win:
a soul is require to
become such power leaders like them
R.I.P Nelson Mandela
Our
Anti-Apartheid hero
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
-I'm tired of being tired
- I'm tired of being on my own
- I'm tired of living with family and feeling alone
-I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself
- I'm tired of the impending doom
- I'm tired of feeling like a Dreamer in my very own home
-I'm tired of feeling inadequate
- I'm tired of explaining ****
- I'm tired of my aggressors playing my **** role
-I'm sick of feeling drained
- I'm exhausted from being ill
- But most of all, I'm just motherfu*king tired
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
They say that offspring resembles the breeders
both physically and mentally
but when I speak their faces darken
and when they speak I get upset.
I resemble them physically
but you can not tell that I am their daughter
if you look at us mentally.
Every conversation is a battle.
My father is the textbook conservative.
Pro-life and pro-guns
Anti-gay and microagressive.
How am I his daughter?
My mother is a follower.
A doe to her deer.
A foe in my fears.
How am I her daughter?
Standing 5 foot 8 in a pair of slacks
instead of a dress there's me.
The feminist.
The human rights activist.
My father calls me a communist.
My mother thinks I'm crazy.
I'm not a communist but a libertarian.
Funny how that's confused.
I march on in my combat boots.
My mother disapproving.
My father asking me if I just came back
from a Pearl Jam concert.
I march on with my feminist ways.
Spreading the word of equality as often as I can.
Telling the micro-aggressors to stop.
Questioning the Christians and the anti-gays.
I march on with my sense of style.
I don't care if I don't look feminine today.
I don't feel feminine today.
My mother's shaming me in the distance.
I march on with my tattoos and choppy hair.
My mother crying and my father angry.
They are anti-tattoo and anti-individualistic.
I don't deserve their shame.
I march on with who I am.
Because although I am their offspring
they can not change who I am.
No matter how hard they try.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
We'll never move forward as a society as long as our children are left to die from abuse , sold for *** like a piece of meat , bullied by their peers and killed on our streets ..
Depression misdiagnosed by primary physicians and medicines that only help half of the affected , high suicide rates amongst our young civilians and soldiers alike , addiction rates that continue to spike .. When the nails rain down again we'll most certainly be caught off guard , zealots hung by their thumbs and water boarded will lead the charge .
Martyrs in shackles will fan the flames at the base of the tower once again ..
Woefully few ambulances will be available to minister to the dying , not enough heroes to answer their cries , political parties will begin their denial , those that remain will swear revenge against "the Cowards .."
A faith will be declared illegal and guilty , this time the Eagle will have zero pity ..
She will pursue the same mistakes of previous nations , attempt to firebomb the very soul of a civilization . The Crescent Moon has endured many military occupations , defended a long list of potential aggressors , their bones lie in antiquity , across her deserts and within her cities while the Lion , Eagle and the Bear scar another generation who will in turn castigate her enemies silver cities with relentless terroristic abominations ..
I witnessed the carnage in a dream , hate bursting at the seams , flowing like a river down city streets , sweeping the innocents into the storm sewer , oblivious to their screams .
We worry so much about nuclear weapons as we wipe each other out with pipe bombs and pistols , we fear chemical weapons while drugs are destroying our nation ..
I wonder how far the funds for one missile would go towards treating children with cancer ? The cost of one grenade could feed a homeless man freezing on the street .. The price of one Humvee could provide shelter for the forgotten society tonight in this misguided nation of ours ..
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Upon those streets the blood did run
children playing having fun.
The soldiers came cold and callous
their hearts filled with malice.
Nobody was immune no mercy shown
seeds of hatred were sown!
That day was but another in their fight
to see the next morning light.
Food a luxury all amenities destroyed
with their lives the army toyed.
Oppression and misery all they knew
surely a reason they were due.
The bombs rained down on the meek
their bodies increasingly weak.
Resistance grew the houses crumbled
and the ground rumbled.
Their faith through adversity not shaken
though many loved ones taken!
This scenario has forever been repeated
their spirit can never be defeated.
Nothing changes in the history of mankind
always the aggressors and maligned.
Centuries have passed the coffins filled
forever the innocent killed!
The Foureyed Poet.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
You don’t know who she is.
You only see her face
and hear her name.
But if you really knew her,
you’d know that she’s a fighter.
She spends her days,
overcoming the pain,
not drowning in pills.
She provides for a family,
not for paying men.
She gives the world something more,
instead of taking what isn’t her’s.
She works for a cause,
not for drugs.
A saint among sinners.
A lover among aggressors.
A light among the dark.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
*I think we ruin children by telling them
Crying is bad
When crying is being vulnerable
An expression of pain so natural
So they grow up to be ashamed of emotions
I think we ruin children by telling them
They have to become someone
When being themselves is already being someone
So they grow up wanting to be someone they are not
I think we ruin children by telling them
Disobeying the rules is inexcusable
When sometimes breaking the rules,
Is freeing one’s self from the expectations of others
So they grow up to feel insecure in the face of uncertainty
I think we ruin children by telling them
Monsters are supernatural creatures
When monsters can also take form in humans
Who exploit, manipulate and trample on others
So they grow up unable to confront even their own monsters
For how could something so unimaginable take form in themselves?
I think we ruin children by telling them
Punishment is discipline
Spanking, verbal fear to shut them up good and easy
When there is a thing called gentle discipline
One that requires less pain and more understanding
So they grow up to become aggressors
Believing they are heroes who save others from disorder
I think we ruin children by telling them
School is the best way to getting around life
Drowning in grades, homeworks and activities just to get by
When experience teaches far more important lessons
School can only teach in words
So they grow up to believing the good life is a tried
And tested pattern and there are no other ways to live
I think we ruin children by telling them
To avoid fears instead of confronting them
When the dark, cockroaches, dogs, can be overcome
So they treat fear as an enemy
Instead of being a friend, a lesson
One that teaches them to be braver, to be stronger
I think we ruin children by telling them
What you wear is what you are
Frills and laces for girls, ties and pants for boys
When anyone can wear just what the **** they want
Clothing is a choice in as much as who they want to be
So they grow up confined by what the crowd is wearing
Fearing any diversion would make them odd
I think we ruin children
By making them believe that success
Comes in fancy clothes, cars, a truckload of money
When happiness is the real mark of a well lived life
I think we ruin children
By telling them being alone is a shameful thing
When the key to understanding one’s self
Is through the painful yet productive solitude
That people so likely shame
So they grow up believing their happiness
Is in other people’s hands
I think we ruin children
By telling them outer strength is the real strength
When there are children who
Cannot lift their own chairs
But have the strongest, bravest hearts
Fighting their way into sad days
Like the heroes that they are
I think we ruin children mostly and importantly
By believing
That they are wrong
That they are too young to understand
When all the while
We could have been wrong
Age makes us not wiser
Just older
And so children lose their capacity to see things brightly
And the biggest chunk of the world’s dreamers are then silenced
By adults who never really believed in the magic of the world
As much as the kids do
So how do we ruin children, really?
By telling them being themselves
Is the least they could ever want
By telling children
That being who they are will never be right
*
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
It is me - Azerbaijan!
The hero of the history
On the shore of The Caspian
living manfully and free!
Many times enemies tried
to destruct and divide
Among three aggressors
we defended our pride
And the 'world community',
full of all shames and pity,
Just tell me a rotten lie
that support my integrity!
Let me hear your cry
for Karabakh, everyone!
Respect the real history!
Will we hear anyone?!
For centuries we were wronged
Will you wait for another?!
The son of my father's killer
Is beating my brother!
We faced through the history
Armenian hypocrisy
Put your hands on your conscience,
just show your democracy!
We condemn the historical aggressive policy of Armenia and the insensitive attitude of the world community.
Karabakh is Azerbaijan.
Stop believing provocative and fictitious history.
Research, respect and support the real history!
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
You live and you learn,
or you die and you burn,
either way you’ll get your answers,
don’t be so anxious you’ll get your turn…
so don’t be so concerned,
the rhythm is a dancer,
clip’s in clip’s out,
Guns & Moses in The Holy Land of White Powders and Black Panthers,
Black Sabbath,
bad habits,
religious ideology spreads like community cancer,
the oppressed becomes the oppressor,
the suppressed become the suppressors,
the best defense is a good offense,
so defenders became aggressors to defend against the aggressors,
while genetic defects leads to passive aggressive defectors,
which is why she watches the world die before her eyes,
and thinks it doesn’t affect her,
and you’re asking me why,
like I have all of the answers.... To Be Continued...
from THT
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
Russian aggressors made their move.
Now they're in Ukraine.
What is Putin trying to prove?
What is there to gain?
The autocrat's messages are cloaked
In lies that Russia was provoked.
Stand with Ukraine as Russian forces
Put Putin's plan into action.
We already know that this of course is
More than a mere infraction.
Playing the role of boogeyman
Is part of Putin's larger plan.
Putin claims his forces are there
To stop denazification.
The argument, which is full of holes,
Is total fabrication.
We already know that he's obsessed
With Ukraine's interest in the West.
We watch as the egomaniac
Causes death and destruction
With this unwarranted attack--
Another Putin production!
Stand with Ukraine in this sad hour
As Putin basks in his ill-gotten power.
-by Bob B (2-24-22)
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
seeds fluff the air
agents of a nuisance **** ;
'the city' warns
faded ladybirds thrive
aggressors from a foreign land ;
'the city' warns
Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC
Around the pool of chandelier light the movers and shakers gathered
in tight knots, unwilling to untangle from the policy books
intent on pushing fences further out into the Caspian Sea
across the Black Sea and encircling the whole Artic Circle
from latitude whatever to wherever.
The chief fence maker arrived with a pair of pliers
and rolls of barbed wire twenty thousand posts
and a battalion of unnamed soldiers all hiding
behind masks of make-up
" Now listen, people, roll out that spikey wire starting from here
to eternity and keep going around the globe until you return
five hundred years to meet the beginning with the end!"
A few bald heads bowed but wary of cross-hairs
hiding along the ceiling behind sharpshooting
shapeshifters.
They knew instinctively, that unbowed head may be bowled
over and transported to Siberia in a meat wagon
for permanent freezing with the mastodons.
"Go Now, do not turn back, ever, or you will become
a pillar of salt."
The band played The Last Post
as the last post rolled out.
Peace began as soon as the war ended
and the fences were built around the entire
Northern Hemisphere.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.
No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.
No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.
Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.
Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.
Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.
Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.
Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.
Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.
Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.
Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.
Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.
Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.
The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,***
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.
They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
whether it's for fear of starvation-
or wild animals and their predation-
we understand those instinctual fears-
that we've developed through the years-
but what of that lurking thing we see-
that screams in night like a banshee-
what made humans so deathly scared-
of a pale sunken vision with its teeth bared-
what gave us the instinctual scopophobia-
or that sinking feeling of nyctophobia-
what creature hounded our predecessors-
that we fear slunken things as aggressors-
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Around the pool of chandelier light the movers and shakers gathered
in tight knots, unwilling to untangle from the policy books
intent on pushing fences further out into the Caspian Sea
across the Black Sea and encircling the whole Artic Circle
from latitude whatever to wherever.
The chief fence maker arrived with a pair of pliers
and rolls of barbed wire twenty thousand posts
and a battalion of unnamed soldiers all hiding
behind masks of make-up
" Now listen, people, roll out that spikey wire starting from here
to eternity and keep going around the globe until you return
five hundred years to meet the beginning with the end!"
A few bald heads bowed but wary of cross-hairs
hiding along the ceiling behind sharpshooting
shapeshifters.
They knew instinctively, that unbowed head may be bowled
over and transported to Siberia in a meat wagon
for permanent freezing with the mastodons.
"Go Now, do not turn back, ever, or you will become
a pillar of salt."
The band played The Last Post
as the last post rolled out.
Peace began as soon as the war ended
and the fences were built around the entire
Northern Hemisphere.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
Liberty, Oh Liberty
How I do seek thee
free from all fear of man
free to live in a peaceful land
having what you own be yours
not a slave to foreign shores
Liberty, Oh Liberty
are you just a dream
everyone has equal say
everyone has their day
walk with out need
of a helping hand
walk with a smile
gracing the land
Liberty,Oh Liberty
Hast thou forsaken me
littered lives are everywhere
without so much
as a backwards glare
abandoned homes
and broken stuff
too much dependence
on the good 'ol Gov.
Liberty ,Oh Liberty
oh how I still seek thee
to stand beside our fellow man
preserve the freedoms
bought on the sands
from the aggressors
where they stand
free to reach the stars above
free to reach the heights of love
Liberty,Oh Liberty
how I do seek thee
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
I once thought
eternity was written
across your lips
but really it was
temporary
that was whispered
in every kiss
your words
were loaded guns
and I'm sorry I
had to pull the trigger
if she has the audacity
to try to
love you more than I did
remember to tell her
that she won't ever be able too
our love and the butterflies in
my stomach have perished in the
same fire that they once flourished in
and now I'm burning too
your hands that carried the baby
that now gives me life
will now reach for her
and I think I'm going be sick
I'm going to be sick
the venom is spitting out
of the same mouths that
once sang I love you every day
you thought you had chains
pressing into your wrist
when really the chains
had already been broken
and thrown away
we are both the victims and
aggressors of this tragedy
and no up stander can save us
it wasn't you and it wasn't me
it was every bumpy road that
could never be smoothed over
I am sorry i could never save us
I am sorry we never worked out
I am sorry we even tried
I am sorry I loved you
I am sorry I was the wall
dividing you from happiness
I am sorry I was the wall dividing
you from her
I am so sorry I thought
this was forever
I'm so sorry
-k.s
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
There is no greater comfort
than lying next to the beat of your heart
The breath in your chest
The safety of your presence
With you my soul is calm
With you the monsters can't get me
With you my nightmares become dreams and soundly I sleep
Please, don't ever leave
My big brother you say
My best friend I say
My everything every day
No bond is stronger than the one that binds us together
And we will join spirits and continue to fight off argumentative aggressors
That will never understand
I am not your woman
You are not my man
But that is the beauty of it all; we don't have to explain a **** thing
Not to anyone
We know what we are and what we have and that it's special and that isn't something you can find in everyone
A friendship so true the word does it no justice
Moving beyond friends family blood and boundaries
I thank God I found you
and I thank Him even more that
You found me
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
( A poem I wrote many months ago when muslims were being killed in Palestine, Syria, Iraq, but it still applies in recent refreshed genocide of Palestinians)
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this warring
would never ever end?
Mass massacre and genocide
is what we fear and apprehend
Selfish apartheid oppressing poor folks
On suppressing others they depend!
Why can't folks borrow love
and peace too learn to lend?
For peace-loving persons wars are hard to comprehend
But in which blessed century
will the world its ways amend?
Why not be all sincere
when peace they recommend?
Its hard to not avenge the dead
So to revenge and defend
some will feel the need to offend
Yet the oppressed dying more is the trend
Why can't we all as Adam's progeny
simply unite and blend?
The world's tearing apart, which saviour's gonna mend?
When the scissors of tyranny
all peace efforts ruthlessly rend!
When will all the saviours from heavenly heaven descend?
So we watch and hear all war cries
unto thin air ascend!
When peace be the only choice,
the only probable trend!
Ah, instead of fending off war drums
why peace plans off we fend?
Why peace is so complicated
with double standards at every bend?
Will all state treasuries on aggression alone
their budgets, finances spend?
Why can't every foe we know
turn into a caring friend?
So we're stalked by friendship
and ambushed by love godsend!
A world where warlords and war heroes become zeroes
who in the first place did offend.
With peace may no nation
merely play and pretend!
Hypocrisy is calling freedom fighters terrorists while their State bombing and shelling never end.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
The bearded man in the forager’s cap rode in on little sorrel that night.
Lee had called a council of war to game plan for the coming fight.
The Northern aggressors were on the move but they might be vulnerable on their right.
It was a bold audacious plan to divide in the face of the foe.
The Calvary screen was key to the scheme to find where best to strike the blow.
The battle would be called Lee’s masterpiece; Hooker’s men broke and they fled.
but the battle would also be Jackson’s last; in just a few days he’d be dead..
In the dark of May second, men rode the plank road, Jackson rode at their head
Did they ignore the Sentry’s challenge? Or did the sentry mishear what they said?
They took Jackson arm, the saw-blade did sing, but alas it was to no avail
He crossed over the river to rest neath the shade of the trees in the hero’s vale
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Cackling and Tyrannizing for the seed of arrogant greed
What a pompous persecutor is he! none for you all for me,
is there truth bound in-between the aggressors glamour?
The Company of ignorance was pain
ruptured violence with shame
The unknown was dissent untrue
yet it doesn't mean it's you
From this darkness comes this light
in the night the mocking bird serenades insight
conscious reconciliation that will fracture the dead world that
lives inside you nearing the bridge of an imagination
the innocence in darkness mirrors back to me
A fear unseen on
memory lane
Is it true that you’re only innocent when you dream?
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
"We are dealing with oppressors who, while standing on our necks, will label us the aggressors if we spit blood upon their boots."
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Children wasted in the educational facility of emptiness.
Educators preach to the untouchable.
Children untended left to defend from the imaginable.
The perverted wait to execute the unspeakable.
Children destroyed through single acts of senseless violence.
Childhoods erased, reborn to the adulthood of anguish.
Innocence vanquished to a forever sea of suffering,
Never to re-claim what the malicious have taken in silence.
Children weep in torment as their scars forever remain;
****** intentions embrace their desires:
They will search for vengeance against their aggressors,
With murderous memories, to reclaim what the wicked acquired.
The twisted remain to prey upon our communities
Without consequence for their acts of morbid sickness;
They prowl, inflicting with transgressions:
No reflection for their intentions of wickedness.
Magistrates protect the incomprehensible.
The innocent, silenced by the legal voice of recklessness.
No righteous resurrection from the fatalities of transgressions.
Children mourn with murderous abandonment.
All the while children cry and die every day!
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
I’m not the type of beautiful that aggressors with your senses all at once, nor am I the type to make the stars stare. But I am the type of beauty that dictates spaces ,I **** up air with my soft energy, and I lure you’re in bit by bit , making you uncover the depths of my beautiful
I then start ********** your fears and painting them with rose water, I feel the textures of how you think and submerge myself into the folds of your brain ,I begin to creep around in your thoughts and I implant the real me ,and this is when my beauty will overpower your feelings
Never harshly my love , by softly , like the drip of a tap, and this implantation is worse than being injected with venom that kills you slowly.
You will bow down to my beautiful , because it’s the type that takes your life slowly , the type that you don’t realize is there.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Every day
More bad news
More to fear
Propaganda
Corruption, greed, inequality, power, ego
Have we slept for centuries
And awoken to medieval tyrannies?
This world is a stage
But we know the lines too well, do we not?
I listen but I have to switch it off
If I feed my mind with tragedy after tragedy
I will shrink and die
So, you aggressors...
You merchants of war
I refuse to buy your message of mass destruction
I refuse your rush to arms
I refuse to celebrate warring with others
I refuse to slam down my borders
I refuse to sign on your dotted line
And execute your contracts for death machinery
I will build community where I can
I will open the door for you
Clap you
Smile at you
Welcome you
Make a small connection
My gift to you will not be a nuclear bomb
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC