Bashir poems on Hello Poetry

Tara Marie Dec 2014

Although I haven't witnessed
Darfur's eyes run red.
Rivers full of skeletons,
and bodies torn and bled.

I've read about the pigment
of fearful hearts so lost.
A dreaded world within a world;
there are no lines to cross.

Money paid for power.
Power, bodies, bills.
The Janjaweed at noon,
are cleansing for their drills.

Washing down stern orders
with blood on unclean hands.
Babies and their mothers
decomposing in sand.

Weapons worn like diamonds.
Lust and **** colliding.
Torture becomes normalcy.
Living only hiding.

So long as Omar al-Bashir
sees families as roaches,
death is understated.
In greed, he people-poaches.

Pity is for damsels
parading in a tide
of much needed attention
with ego on the side.

To you, my friend
who listens, but fails to comprehend:
Those who live for nothing
are nothing in the end,

I ask you, pray for Sudanese
fed horrors for their lunch,
their bones becoming rubble,
under tires they will crunch.

Darfur, Sudan is an authoritarian state run under the rule of Omar al-Bashir. Not only is the political makeup a ***** dictatorship, but ethnic cleansing is normalcy. The United Nations is a trusted alliance that constantly excepts donations and aid. Follow the link for more information..
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#death #****** #genocide #homocide #dictator #dictatorship #unruly #darfur #janjaweed #sudan

Crystal Worrell Jan 2017

Untitled 100: A pastiche ( Amiri Baraka, Samiya Bashir,Duriel E. Harris)

Black Matter is a potent drug an induced state of existence omit the lives and the possessive of matter and meaning what you find is a body black in phenotype detrimental maybe even dangerous to the self or a world in which porcelain dominates every form of the masses easily influenced.

THE BLACK BODY IS DOOMED TO DISINTEGRATE.

Death automatically consumes its soul because it was destined out of the womb.

When I die, the consciousness I carry I will to black people,
when I die I pray that God takes our souls to his kingdom- reviving us of our natural death, on the deadliest land an exact clone of hell in its purest form. Will we find heaven? Or will we find ourselves burning too?
The black body must know hell before heaven, has known peril before redemption, has known...

Blood: lift and drop; a sudden breeze.
Bone: the other was looking at —
Bone: cradled to catch drips
Has known policing of the body and has always known “forgiveness”.

Beware
Beware
But do not be weary

“Let us see the bodies,” they say.

Andrew M Bell Feb 2015

LET'S DO LUNCH

Mading relieves Manute from guard duty.
They share a meagre meal of millet porridge before
Manute returns to the refugee nation of southern Sudan.
The noon sun is a harsh sentence for a parched tongue but
they talk not of coffee or juice-laden fruit and
rice and lentils are mountain memories their stomachs can ill afford.
Instead they curse the clear skies that rain only strafing jets and
pray for their dry-breasted wives on pilgrimage to the aid station
carrying children swollen with the promise of death.
They snarl rumours about al-Bashir’s lapdogs
in Khartoum growing fat on food intended for them.

Jason waits, informed by cell phone of Laurie's imminent arrival.
He orders a wheat beer, its earth tone inviting on a silver tray and
its musky sweetness washing away a morning of phone business.
The noon sun is a warm blessing through the picture window but
they talk not of haloed hills or the light-laden river and
recession and retrenchment are market memories their ulcers can ill afford.
Instead they debate '63 cabernet versus '74 chablis and
moan about their reconstructed wives driving halfway across town
carrying children swollen with the promise of private schooling.
They snarl rumours about Key's cabinet
in Wellington while wolfing crayfish and Steak Diane.

Often I can't help thinking about the people in the world who have nothing when the junk mail and TV ads blast their clarion call for us to consume. Isn't all this consumption the reason our planet is under severe stress?

Copyright Andrew M. Bell. The poet wishes to acknowledge that a different version of this poem first appeared in the pages of The West Australian newspaper.

#consumerism #thirdworldversusfirstworld

Ghizlane Z Jan 2015

guantanamo bay

aged 17 started aiming to be the man of his dreams

last year of high school finally he could do good deeds

and not worry about the embarrassing comments

aged 20 second year of uni and now he's boundless from freedom

he studies his Islamic history and engineering

a mind full of knowledge he's beaming

aged 23 graduating at last he dreamed for this moment for years

steps on the stage grabs his diploma

bold Thank You God for this moment

for happiness sake

aged 25 married to the most beautiful bride

promised her years and years of satisfaction

he was going to be a man who loved affection

goals were to raise a family with no negative distractions

loved this beautiful country

lots of liberty and safety

no denying it was near impossible to feel like a threat

there was no trouble

aged 30 had a daughter named her Zayna

beautiful young girl , he knew she had lots for the world

taught her how to read write and be free

a carefree child is all he wanted to see

Zayna grew with open minded views

viewed the beauty of not judging a man who seems as bad as the devil but inside could be like

the ying yang sign

aged 43 Zayna is now 13

witnessing her father loosing his dignity

after every racial comment that comes beneath his ears

he starts to fear

maybe soon he'll be a victim to this racist society all over his surrounding

beard so thick

wet because of his
tears

aged 45 ; 15 years have went by and never has Zayna seen this

her father screams and yells 'im innocent i have not been dealt with these accusations'

'free me please I'm not what you think you see'

Zayna hides behind the door begging God to do something about this horror

aged 46: a year in Guantanamo couldn't get worse than this

he went through beatings

force feedings

psychological torture

his heart is becoming softer

brain is hallucinating

tears are flooding his mind

body's shaking

weaker and weaker

becomes his state

first name is Ahmed

last is Bashir

his mind full of knowledge

his knees weak due to fear

first name is Zayna

last name Bashir

lonely teenager

wishing her father would be there

-gz

Moses Kashlink Jun 2014

Whu'z KASHLINK????!!!

Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.

ME.

Mukeshimana Boniface Jun 2013

Moreno’s invitation

Some people say the man is a strange host.
Whoever invited by Moreno
His legs become heavy, will not his guest
There be, and if he can, he will say, ‘No!’
Waiters in his service to Interpol
Company belong, in his hotel’s room
Talks held are hard, one shakes like a trapped mole,
And his big eyes furniture and walls zoom.
Al-Bashir he invited, and his trips
Were reduced. When out he goes on tiptoes
He walks for fear of the boss, who pays tips.
Kaddafi he invited, and his foes
Chose his life to close, as he feared to end
Like Slobodan. But Gbagbo hide couldn’t find.

Excerpt of Delenda Benghazi, Said Kaddafi
http://www.amazon.com/Delenda-Benghazi-said-Kaddafi-ebook/dp/B0077K010K

http://www.amazon.com/Delenda-Benghazi-said-Kaddafi-ebook/dp/B0077K010K

XnwxrMxlik Jul 2019

Sudxn

In the era of "Omar-al-bashir" president a.k.a the Con man.
A man, black and tan,
Wearing a caftan in capital of Sudan

Protesting against the price of Food and fuel
To raise his son named Abdul;
Trying to save some money and send him to a good school.

The situation's started getting brutal
People went down to gruel
Do you think it's unusual??

Chemical weapons, rapes in Darfur years ago
Ignored by United Nations Security Council
Now, Sudanese tortured again by a military commando
"Hemedti" the scoundrel, Head of Military council.

Meanwhile, Bodies dumped in the Nile
The river known for its crocodiles.

People lost life for democracy
Watch the world burn in hypocrisy.

Authorities Broke down the internet to disconnect
Hiding actions incorrect;
That may have been broadcasted weeks prior on our television set

Others are so obsessed with World Cup as a sports fan
Ain't got time for the world fam.

Armed van with symbols of middleman
Humanity is something that ends, when you **** a man
Who needs Satan??
Humans are already doing what he can
Don't let him control your mind, pray for a better world and help people in SUDAN...

To raise awareness about the crisis occurred in Sudan

jan oskar hansensapopt Mar 2021

Syria, my lovely

Syria, my lovely

Asma al-Assad, the wife of the president in Syria
her crime is to be married to Bashir al- Assad.
Since the president of Syria is sitting pretty, they had to find a softer target hence his wife.
Hadn´t she defended the Syrian army, said they were brave
they must be after ten years of war?
Remove her British citizenship, and we shiver by the thought.
There was an insurrection, and it was crushed.
It could have stopped there if the west had not meddled and
American bombs terrorized the civilian population.
This endless war many Syrians fled, who can blame them?
NATO, too, got involved, this dangerous beast full of generals looking for a fight.
any action, as long it has a pre-fix, “democracy.”
Assad´s chemical attack on the civilian population, surely a war crime.
A Canadian reporter said it didn´t happen, it staged by the white helmets, and no one was reported dead.
The lady reporter had upset the narrative, was sent home in disgrace and now covers handball matches in Seven Rivers.
I Denmark they are sending the Syrians back they say it is safe, they will be safe if the west will stop interfering

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