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Sa Dec 2018
The White Race
           &
The Black Base
In-fighting Nut-Case
Wearing kits & killing kins
Tracer bullets leave no trace!
Ak's & Ra's
Customized & hand made
Just Like Burger-king
Have it your way!
And this war is brought to you by
Your's Truly,
The infamous
NRA!
Cops shooting innocent by-standers on the block,
Innocent by-standers then copping Bump-stocks,
Dropping scores to make it count,
Odd murders 2 even out!
******'s posted atop rooftops,
Legislations to make him stop.
A "Mentally Challenged" Caucasian man who had gone AWOL?
Suddenly reappears like an Automatic A-hole
Posted @ the Hotel
Planning to **** wholesale
To get the maximum reward
Also to get closer to God,
Bodies 4 trophies
& Their Head's as his awards!
In the midst of all this
Another white supremacist
With absolutely no
Motor-skills
To run us over
& Cause massive kills
At Town Halls
Movie theaters and even at the Shopping mall
A Muslim nut-job
Planning blow-jobs
A darker American
A lighter Puerto Rican,
Or even a white broad,
Always someone@ur service
To start a brawl,
To ***** some skin
& Make it crawl,
To raise u up
Then Watch you fall.
Wild fires burning bodies bare
Of All colors,
From well done to medium rare,
White House to Gitmo
Water boarding & a bit more,
Laid back extreme sports!
**** 4 tats here,
Cliques & Gangs here
Bricks in the bag here
Clipped to the back rear,
**** yes No *** hair,
Shotguns no cab fare,
Tariffs on imports
Nuns & Nymphos
Hoes before bro's
Turning friend's into foes.
Deserted mill workers,
Over dosing on pill sherbets
Gettin' high 2 get by
Laugh hard then start to cry,
Suicides to feel Alive,
Straight up living
Just to curl up & die,
What a way to go
Get buried to touch the sKy!
Stephen E Yocum Jun 2014
Oh look, look again on what we see,
Another war on ABC and CNBC TV.
Black hooded thugs waving AK-47’s
Jam Packed into little Pickup Trucks,
Moving in, onto Bagdad street,
It all looks so very familiar.

What is it with we Human Beings?
Why do we continue to do such things?
Back in my day it was Viet Nam,
The suits made a case for war,
And we young answered the call.
3 million Vietnamese and over 58,000
Of us died in that mess,
All for what,
A Civil War?
Not our business.
Profits for Corporations,
Big and small?

Who are we to Police the World?
Who appointed us to that dire role?

Then it was “Desert Storm”
And we mobilized all over again.
Rolled over the sands and those
Third World people,
As if they were not even there.
It’s said 100,000 of them died.
But the guy that pulled their Strings,
That **** fool survived,
To play again yet another day.

The peoples in the Middle East
Hated us for our intervention,
And began to sing songs of revenge.

Fast forward 10 years of hate and
Resentment and some of them
Flew our own planes into our cities,
Killed our non combatant people
Without so much as a warning,
And absolutely no remorse.
Stealing our national innocents.

Excuses and lies were made,
Fingers pointed in the wrong direction,
Now it was us plotting revenge.
WMD’s in the hands of a Mad Man
We were told,
“Get him before he can use his missiles.
Him and them,
That attacked our Cities,
Killed our people.
How dare they do such a thing?"

Once again our young men and women
Answered the call.
And once again over a 100,000 of that
Dictator’s people died, along with
Far too many of our own children.
But the “Lie” made some big American
Corporations rich beyond belief.
And gasoline went to over
$4.00 a gallon and is still ascending.

Oh look, on further study and investigation,
That guy and his country had no WMD’s
And indeed may not have actually been,
Behind The Twin Towers tragic end.
Afganstan “They” now too pointed,
That’s the backward 3ed world place,
Harboring a rich Saudi guy named Bin.
He and his gang, they are the ones,
Run ‘em to ground and break their bones.
Suspend our laws and stretch the truth,
Get it done, forget the price,
Break some rules and ignore,
Our Constitution and even our laws.
Behind closed doors, they whisper,
“Need more men, mobilize the Reserves.”
“The little people will never tolerate a Draft”.

How many people die this time?
We don’t even know the price.
It’s not yet done over there.
Money spent over 3 Trillion,
More than spent to fight
The entire Second World War.
Yes I said “Trillion”
Now how many new schools,
Roads and bridges here,
At home would that buy I wonder?

We left Bagdad declaring things “done”.
Installed yet another Corrupt,
Puppet Army and Government.
Like Viet Nam,
Our Generals all said we’d won.

Be it an Iraq or Afghanistan,
Who can possibly rule a nation of Tribes.
Of people that can’t even agree on the
Same shared religion belief.
People that hate each other more,
Then they even hate us.

No one but an iron ****** ****** Dictator,
A Tribal Chief who enforces his rule with
Corruption, Brutality and Death
Can rule such people.
Too long ingrained is their
Mode of hating and living.
Too clouded and old
Their desire for revenge
And corruption.

So add it all up, too many deaths,
Trillions of dollars spent.
And in the end, has returned to
Where it all started again.

Political deceit,
Poor judgment,
Or Personal greed?
Why do our leaders
Keep making the same mistakes?
I don’t have the answer.

If I don’t end up in Gitmo,
Boarded, with water in my mouth,
Or locked up in the Pen,
For expressing my own opinion,
Perhaps things aren’t yet as bad
As things could possibly get.

I do however regret that all these years
With we little people answering the call,
With all the fighting, waste,
Needless ****** death and all,
It seems to have been for nothing more,
Than the egos and stupidly,
Of a few rich and high born men,
Big Corporation profits,
And lustful greed for the all mighty dollar.
Elena Mustafa Sep 2020
The place in
Cuba
Runned by Americans
Is the next
Most haunted place
On earth
As there was horrific acts
Done there
Second to the great wall
This
This place
Guantanamo Bay
A portal to hell
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find love
Only getting hurt by *******
Hoping to find a ride or die
Only finding a *******
Climbing mountains
To teach stop the ignorance.  
To stop the stigma.  


The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in hell)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in damnation)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in gitmo )
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out

Trying to find enlightenment
Only seeing blood drinkers
Hoping to find a meaning in life
Only finding a pile of ****
Being mutt
A freak
What the hell should I do.  

The curse won't let up, it won't let me out, (im in the hellfire)
The curse won't ley up, it won’t let me out, (im in hades)
They curse won’t let up, it won't let me out, (im in SAN Quentin)
The curse won’t let up, it won't let me out


The curse won’t let up, it won’t let me out.
Starry Aug 2019
Dear Karen Benvie
I right this to say that
I am very upset about
How you changed my life
Not for the better but
For the worst
You ****

Karen
If weren't for your bullying
And bad behavior
I wouldn't have been
In more trouble that I nearly was
Sent to guantanamo
Instead I would have been
A medical examiner
And you.....
In gitmo

Karen
If it weren't for you
I would not have
A dangerously low self-esteem
And inferiority complex
You ******* racist thot
Yes thot because you
Nearly stole my boyfriend
Because of what
I am Arab.


***** yourself
In hell.
Girl who caused me more problems than bin laden.
jeffrey robin Jun 2014
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Peace on earth / good will toward men

What game is this

Grasshopper ?

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How ludicrous !

Beautiful  *******

Sight unseen !

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God made man in his own image

There he is

GITMO !

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The wilderness & I

We are under contract to each other

The young boy eyes the indian maiden
nick armbrister Mar 2020
Photos
The larger than life SAS patrol saw the explosions.
They danced and flickered and sang like a drum.
Then silence.

They know we're here.

Later, the SF men came across their enemy.
A thousand angry ragged heads.
All lined up and armed for suicide.
The SAS get captured!

World's best captured by muzzahs.

Lined up themselves, a speech is given.
Muzzah leader goes on about Allah and all.
Trooper Captain has a plan: a mad one.

A roll call will be made.

When Rollbottom's name is called, it's time.
He'll drop his trousers and moon his ****!
It'll be cold as they're so high up.

It begins.

Rollbottom?
Here Sir.
He got his chance to shine.
No longer a tour guide for no one but me.
Make us proud, friend.

Moons his **** and dances...

Later. The captured muzzahs, one thousand of them, are stressed.
In an American Gitmo stress position.
There's no escape!
Some do try in a French built Russian 'tank'.

It slides on the ice.

Tumbles off the edge of the mountain.
It's a four mile almost vertical drop to the bottom.
All eyes see the APC fall, becoming smaller.
It bounces a couple of times off cliffs.

Only stopping at the very bottom.

No fire but distant clangs.
No more escapes!
Over the edge with most of their arms.
Later. The SAS mission continues.
from GIRLS, GUITARS, GATLING GUNS
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Steve Matthews Mar 2022
They laughed when, hands
bound behind his back,
he ran deliberately headfirst
into a wall to try and escape
the pain

When it didn't work
they jeered and mocked

He wasn't getting off that easily
UNTITLED

lost in the depth  of confusion

Could not differentiate the peaks

Clouded by my disturbed emotions

So I gave the world a space

Suffering from the hangover of rejection

Gave the  love of my life a space

Broke up with my sensual feelings

Dumped the chaotic world for my visioned silence

In that instance,I  realised I needed the world

More  than that my anticipations for privacy

Missed the touch of my sensual feelings

I missed the voice that make my heart tremble

Though I kept the distance ,but I was imprison in a stronger bond

My soul kept  searching for peace even though It appears peaceful  

The price of my emotional independence

Is a constructed emotional slavery

In the depth of perpetual emotional Gitmo

Thought  you will be forgotten ,but you became relevance

Thought you are just a feeling,but I realise i'm indulge in that feeling

thought I kept my distance, not knowing I was getting closer

I need the chaotic life,I don't want to be normal

Cos normalcy is boredom at it peaks

I want be abnormal in your visionary normalcy

For once,i want to lose some sense of celebrated maturity

Be free as a wind, be  dominating as a storm
Ellis Reyes Mar 2020
If my life were music...

it would be an unlistenable cacophony of sound.
It would be carefully scripted symphonies
interrupted by screaming brass improvisations
It would be triumphant orchestral overtures made ridiculous by banjos and Jew’s Harps
It would be beautiful meditative chant debased by infusions of guitar-screeching heavy metal.
If my life were music...

It would be looped and played continuously at Gitmo.
Walter Alter Sep 2023
their councils priced themselves
straight out of the mystery market
augmentation via will power gone idiotic
still overrated by all the cackling heads
of all the Spring Break universities
deluded that they count for something
the professors rushed out into the night
tearing at their eyes what did they see
another circus chainsaw lobotomy
common as dirt in the modern era
so I pulled the stake from my heart
going for broke why not the game is rigged
waste no time on the miraculous
heaven is probably just an office job
no f-words but maybe x-rays
I guess you gotta be your own angel
guide yourself it's that simple
and have the dignity of a learner
lemme know how that works out
radar ******* not there when you look
bought me a week in a Gitmo cage
they slap your wrists and take your legs
with their grandiose fanaticism
wanted my Swiss bank account number
the hole in his head said hello
don't make me shout
over the din of your inner Wurlitzer
running like rats on a carousel
thanks to the beautific potential of things
somewhere out there is another Einstein
on I-5 near the cattle pens
we all want the authentic
but where does the aversion come from
if education is the wealth of a people
trying to end the reign of hairsplitting
and escape the labyrinths of doctrine
you'll be weeping for the human race too
with a tentative grasp of self
high as a kite but driving a straight line
through the headlights of truckers
more than one kind of perfect obviously
if we never slept it would be different
floating above the flames of memory
yes sometimes the call of the wild
is marginally somewhat overwhelming
to the higher cognitive deltas
made me wonder about the sheaves of wheat
that I kept in my Conn Bluenote
right now is freedom right now
and now we come to a standstill

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon

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