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In the midst of sea, we scream
Where are humans?
Where are super humans?
None to respond to our desperate scream,

In the midst of a sea, we are
A deserted island
One that can most likely be submerged or
Reach shores unlikely
By the events, we remain helpless
Being human less and with inhumanness



We, at the brink of death & last inch of hope
Expect miracles and wonders
Nature fails us
Kills our expectations, fills more sorrow

Nature fills our body with
Slow approaching death,
We remain as a secluded mass of useless disposed waste,
On a world that has a place for all the flora & fauna


Modern nations-the epitomes of peace
Wash their hands away remain
A hopeless, useless, helpless puppet

Ostracized from our ancestral land
Vehemently opposed and reluctantly accepted
We remain a displaced alien
In their eyes.

There are nations,
But where are humans? Where are humans?

A hope puts us to survive,
Where we leave a message,
As we get back to the graves.

We send the waves of final message; we fall,
Not as a disposed waste,
But as a Phoenix that falls as a nutrition,
For the soil,
To revive an infinite and eternal humanity
That stands tall as an undestroyable banyan tree
Unshakable on any crises

For humanity, we give ourselves
As dare-doers and daring self-killers.
Let's harvest the human hearts
With the ever rising flames
And give back
Our future generations the homes.
We lost and dreams we wished

With a thin ray of distant hope,
We dream to give our future generations
A world that has no,
Hopelessness of being helpless.
We assert
We are helpless, but not hopeless
This is a poem written by me on refugees, who struggle to live their life. This poem is written as a mind voice of the refugees, who escape from their home nations due to war, to save their life. They get to other nations through sea. Other neighborhood and distant nations do not give them a place to live, naming them as the terrorists and a threat to their national security. These refugees utter these lines being struck in the midst of a sea, travelling with a damaged boat. As the damaged boat further gets deteriorated, they start dying by slowing submerging into the sea. Their voices on humanity and desperate screams to save their life, fills the sea. Final lines display that they are helpless, but not hopeless.
Clovina Jan 2014
Pssst
I have a secret...
Promise you won't tell?
If you break our promise you may die...

Was that a threat?
I cannot tell...
A little girl in front if me...
Something is amiss-not well...

If I tell you the secret...
Can I trust that you'll keep it that way?

Those words-no-
her* word echoed...
Trust a strong word indeed...
Can she trust me?

I trust you,
So let's keep it that way~


What way?
What secret?
What trust?
Words I want to say...

Hush, I know what you want to say...
But first let me tell you this:

History is repeating...
It has been renewed.
Your life is now nothing...
You are your own dying art piece of a dark ****** hue.

People can't keep promises...
That's why trust is so hard to make.
People leave each other...
That's why relationships are usually fake.


Stop!
I don't want to know!
I want my eyes closed!
This pain is unnecessary,
Leave the truth Untold!


But this ****** little girl continues,
As if I never Spoke...
I cried for her to stop,
Covering my ears as she spoke.

But her words penetrate...
Deep...Deep...DEEP...
Into my Mind...
Into my Soul.

Unfairness has been breached...
By the inhumanness of this world.
War is just there,
To bring down our walls...

Speaking out your mind!
You are silence for all!
People think you're crazy!
Many will watch you fall!

If you think me insane,
Think of this now!
You are the crazy one!
Believing these lies,
THAT WILL BEFALL US ALL!

OPEN YOUR EYES YOU NÏAVE LITTLE *****!
DO YOU BELIEVE ALL THESE LIES THAT HOLDS DEATH'S STENCH?

Of all the things...
You wish to not do...
YOU CHOSE NOT TO OPEN YOUR EYES,
TO THE PAIN OF THE TRUTH!


I run to her.
I covered her mouth.
I have to silence her,
Or Death will befall us both.

**Hush child,
All is well,
I Know these Secrets,
And I know none of them is well...

But speak no more...
Child of Sight...
For the world forbids us...
To open our eyes...

Keep these a secret...
Until the time is right...
Fore Darkness will crush...
Every force of Light...
brandon nagley Feb 2017
Americana, fair Madonna, tell me what's become of you; star's so bright, your war's are polite, as your ripped flag's red, white, and blue. Oh bountiful cities, mountain-told villages; starlit pillages foreshadow your deathly paths. Some books hold secrets, while cake candles burn tricks to cigarettes of nuclear blasts! Afterthought you are oh country tis of thee; so blessed in your filth, your kilts are images of projected misery. Find an Alcove you castleview kings; your tongues will soon be silenced to the non-mindsense you care to bring! Resemble with eachother patriarchs of hatred; national to all stations, you are the one in control. Forget what mother told you? Did you already sell your soul? Instant inhumanness; gratitude for filthiness, they feel for girly magazines. Rescind your rhetoric you false entity of enemies kings. Perch behind the clouds where the guard's can't get you; where pharaoh's confront you, only God knows all time! Subjection to viewest bozos behind bar-reason rhymes. Where are you angel of light? I see your face; or have I taken your place?


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©prison poetry
One of many poems written in my past during a year of prison time. Much time to write behind closed walls and old medieval bars.
I actually switched out the real word to bozos in one of the lines, lol I originally used a-holes but whole word I took it out because I dont like cussing but prison wasn't easy peazee ():
Ruined my life
Made it a hell
It wasn't my fault i can finally tell

******* for making me make my decisions
Based off of your stupid own ****** religions
Why would i care about going to heaven when i've survived hell through your dreams and your passions

What i'm about to do i'll make sure involves you (as always)
What i will do will be all about you (as always)
Let this not be about me and my weakness
But a megaphone broadcasting inhumanness

Here's one last vow
Before i end it all
YOU ******* ****
I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TAKE YOUR FALL
If i **** myself i won't act like i was okay or that i loved you despite everything, i wont pretend to be ******* beautiful or whatever, i ******* hate you, i hope i ruin your life, i'll die in rage that i'll make sure lives past my death.
They have now gone far too far,
So many names they have called me and many a time,
A multiplicity of a multiplicity of names,
Time and again, I have ignored,
Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they say,
I believed,
No matter how demeaning and painful the names,
At one time I was called a dog and others,
At the other, pig and others,
And now, Trash.

I refuse to be associated with savagery,
I refuse to be associated with downright human life disrespect
I refuse to be associated with ******,
I refuse to be associated with blatant inhumanness,
I refuse to be associated with Donovan Moodley or Patrick Wisani,
I refuse to be associated with Shrien Dewani or William Nkuna,
I refuse to be associated with Sandile Mantsoe or Oscar Pistorius,
I refuse to be associated with Jacobus Oosthuizen or any of such Satanic barbarians,
I refuse.



Judge me for what I have or have not done,
Not for what Sandile has or has not done,
They are sick, they are crazy,
They are dramatic and narrow-minded,
Seeing me for what William Nkuna  and the others are,
Indeed, they are what they are,
Brutal, inhuman and diabolic,
Barbaric, heartless and savage,
But I am neither either of them nor trash,


I am a man and a very proud one,
I am a man and very proud to be one,
Was yesterday, am today and will be tomorrow,
Despite where their reckless utterances deposit me,
Despite their misguided and narrow-minded judgements,
I am a responsible and caring man,
I am not trash,
Never was,
And never will ever be.

— The End —