"militaries" poems
A screen was there
as high as me
and as broad.
And there he was
in front of the screen,
lying in his rags.
His shirt must have been green,
when it used to cover his frailty.
His trousers were torn,
and hair wiry.
If it hadn’t been his placid sleep
and a black scar on his cheek,
he would be lost in generality.
But he was different.
He was a warrior,
who had just won over a city.
His armour impaired, body battered
to the extreme.
He must have been a kinsman
of the king.
As he wore the royal green
and carried a slender physique.
The dark stains on his lower
explained how he slaughtered the militaries
with his cavalry.
And yes, the scar.
The black scar outlined the final battles
with the mighty,
and long journey from the murky and dusty
land of atrocities.
Anyone with even a
slight fondness to fantasy
could ponder
into the warrior’s dreamless dreams
on the screen, that was
as high as me
and as broad.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Here to wake up
Standing ground
Militaries lost
and found
Destroying greenhouse gasses:
The round archive of saving
Moving toward negative cost
Clean energy boundless
Morality's ascent soundless
When true sustenance is found
Aliens: our next hound
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
The gun at my hip is ready to make you disappear,
The club your ancestor loved is no match for mind I run,
Think you’ve got the better of me,
Let’s wait and see who welcomes another day of agony,
Life is rough and resembles damnation,
From conception,
Making it to your twenty’s, ******* impressive,
I would have aborted your ***
Just a dramatic demon,
Despite the deaths of other humans,
Across the ocean,
Far from where I hide,
Far from where I can see,
Where I would mind,
Out of sight,
A place where the bodies lay,
Where militaries fill graves,
Land of the free, land of the incubated,
Indoctrinated,
Intoxicated,
Belated by your brutality,
Why do you think I reach for my 9 milly’
Betrayed by your humanity,
Why do you think my trust in you diminished?
Because you are ******* human,
And Darwin wasn’t dimwitted,
Ignorance graced by intellectually \ lives,
Sprinkled amongst the ash,
However I feel like I should last,
What was I talking about?
That’s right your demise,
At the hands of you despise,
But this shouldn’t be a surprise,
Since you spawned this stupid stride,
I feel like picking on those who can’t find their way out of a compromise,
I don’t mean to pry,
But your confessional is so humanly inviting,
I’ve gotta criticize your justifications for the way you live a life,
The fact you can’t forget the dollar,
The fact you still pop a collar,
Who the **** do you think you are,
You are just a bump in the modern mold,
What am I saying?
Oh yea you’re the prey and I seek relief,
I believe in the possibilities of this species,
But evolution out grew a generation of intellectuals,
So who is going to take the helm?
And make sure we don’t end without spewing a few words,
A generation enslaved by self-entitlement,
Nothing is given to you my son,
You’ve gotta reach for you guns,
And earn your stripes,
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
*Parliamentary procedure and decorum will not work in modifying -
the government , war mongers understand nothing
save for the rifle , the pistol and the shotgun
Authority is a virulent poison dispensed
in small dosages throughout the life of the State , meant to inebriate the peasants , control freewill , to educate the young with propaganda ... 'Politicians' rule by fear and intimidation , amassing large militaries to carryout their doctrine in the name of 'peace'
Government will resort to wholesale death and destruction to secure their nationalist schemes* ..
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC