"condemners" poems
Why
Why haven’t we noticed yet?
And why
Why aren’t saving each other
And ourselves…
We all want the same thing
All other arguments are lies.
Sometimes the need,
For this thing
Destroys us.
So…
What are we waiting for?
Have we given up on humanity?
Do we NOT want to save each other?
Are we destroying each other on purpose?
For centuries, it’s been the same,
Lovers versus condemners of love,
At least that’s what we think.
But aren’t we all seeking love?
We are the lovers.
But…
If that is what we are…
Then…
Who are the condemners?
Why is it that our lives are all about fighting? Fighting for what we love, fighting for our freedom, fighting to be heard… fighting for our rights… What about peace?
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
This recrimination brings no reprieve
but nor does it change the violence conceived
and ill-prepared were we for this siege
as families swell with undeserved grief
the questions he asked were slow and
mistaken, like the actions he took before
like was forsaken, as now we stand but
one stretch away, the condemners
facing those who we make to pay
the crimes they committed were
wrong, that's fact, but all else
is blurred and they cannot retract,
but repent is not favoured to the
guns which will sing; flesh will be
punished as we pull the strings
we did not know where it was he
was directed, but the ****** chains
were ones we had elected, adding
safety to the very last limps of life,
yes we all fired the bullets,
but at what sacrifice?
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword
As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored
For they unloosed fateful lightning of Taliban's abhorred
As the West keep watching on
Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
Thousands Afghan bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
As the West keep watching on
I've seen them from the watch-towers as the babies' heads they *****
As they sacrifice on their altars old 'n helpless in their ramp
As they shout their ritiosity by their dim and flaring lamps
That their truth is marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Their truth is marching on
I have heard the sighed-on writ of paper sophistry
That deal with his condemners by twisting history
As the demons, born of women, make ****** tapestry
As the truth is marching out
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
As the truth is marching out
He has sounded from the pulpit that he'll ne'er regret retreat
He is giving out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, to condemn the man's conceit
For the youth are marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
For the youth are marching on
From the ***** of the armies of NATO's strategy
To train the Afghan soldiers and equip their military
The Taliban laugh loudly as others die to make men free
As the truth keeps marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
As the truth is marching on
My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword
As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored
For they unloosed fateful lightning of the Taliban's swift sword
As the West keep watching on
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC