"sympathizers" poems
How many massacres must we endure?
How does killing others, changes procure?
How many suicide bombers are being born?
Do their consciences ever leave them torn?
How many terrorist sympathizers we call friend?
Hardliners preaching terror is the new trend?
When next must innocent blood be spilled?
Inhumanity to man by man whose heart is hate filled?
When does the nightmares finally end?
Is peace and harmony around the next bend?
© Perveiz Ali
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
Affixed to the Lee–Enfield,
this blade, this trigger point,
stricken by ambush,
enters the melee
along the false edge,
cuts to the core,
like sympathizers of
William of Orange.
There are no daggers
apart from war,
just an ocean of
death and defeat,
its water,
its ever rising water,
swallows us whole.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
My loss is my burden alone to bear
In sacrosanct equanimity
But sympathy does come calling
In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain
Great talk shows seen
Some lend me their eyes to weep and wail
But vanish fast like a ghost seen at noon
Cos none knows as I do the depth of the pain
That I bear
The pain of sympathizers is on their flesh
As water poured on rock
Mine embedded in my bone
And feeds on my marrow
Family won't invite us,
My pain and I together,
To a breakfast meeting
My peers won't
Invite us to a business lunch
Friends won't invite us to a dinner
Cos the world stops not for anyone's
Tragic loss and accompanying grief
It is like an aircraft in flight
That ought to land for its passengers to alight
And one passenger I am
Swathed in the turbulence of this jet
Being baptised by unruly weather
Sympathizers are like car owners
On pleasure trips who could pull up
At every turn to attend to their fancies
My loss is my burden alone to bear
Not yours whose feeling stands
Aloof akimbo as I howl,
'My brother, oh my brother,
Why leave me so early
Heaping in my heart monumental pain? '
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
There's a pit in my stomach
Standing, idly by, see,
You punched me in my time
Slots spinning in my mind
Stuck, relying on the grind, but
**** your "authority". I
Find it kinda ironic how,
Businesses are built from the ground
but, Up at the peak peeking down,
Sits vultures, who's ***** seeping out
Slick sick liquid so stout,
Poisoned souls, lost in a shroud
Searching for a way out of the cloud
but, it sounds too profound
to ****** the crown from your brow.
It's here, that I've found that
To sow seed, requires a plow
And, to sell **** requires a down
Payment, is owed to the old
Heads stone cold, as the bread
Hardens our hearts, to the souls
Auctioning off it's moral code
Sold to the highest bidder
Gold fingers are bitter when
Biting your nails is for dinner.
Capitalist sympathizers call me a quitter,
And Jehovahs witnesses all call me a sinner,
But my brothers and sisters consider
Smokin' some refer, the smell that still lingers
Open your pockets, I hear your silver still jingles
I see your water is filtered,
So let the minerals flow
To my bowl, pay the toll
To get the grow that you'll roll, cause
Money solves our problems when
Our problems are each other, and
There is no end in sight, so spite the
"Honor" and the blood we've spilled,
We fight to keep the flag up high
Beside our minds, to cope with all
The hopelessness of our demise
In Jesus name, I shed this tear.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Thank your progressive stars you are so filled with virtue, good taste, and tolerance *unlike those ****** hateful redneck Trump-voting plebes.* Thank all the gods of Democracy you are kind, gentle, and gender-unbiased as opposed to the divisive, racist misogynists you must share the earth with. Take a deeply liberal breath and center yourself for a moment… you will need it to endure the hordes of misguided gun-toting bigots trying to steal your oxygen. Give yourself a loving Euro-globalist pat on the back for doing the correct thing and voting your conscience against the racist nationalist KKK-sympathizers who run on fear and hate. At least you are resisting fascism with all your humane heart *unlike the uneducated, clueless, knuckle-draggers so easily led by their ******* overlords.*
YOU, after all, are for Humanity and Compassion.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
He vows to build a fence
Along the Mexican border
By fiat
Through executive order
And his fingers
Are getting shorter and shorter
Ask those who know him
Like his wife or his daughter
He vows to build a pipeline
Across Indian land
Sympathizers and environmentalist
Will just have to understand
He’s creating jobs
Like the his supporters demand
Cracking down on Muslim immigrants
By having them banned
He vows to undo
All that Obama’s done
For him it could be called
Just having fun
He keeps going back
To the election he won
Caught up in the clouds
While ignoring the sun
He vows to make America
Great once again
At least that’s what he says
As only he can
I guess you could say
He’s an unusual man
Lots of folks like him
But I’m not a fan
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
Every voice of reason
Screamed Yes
Do it
Excise it
The malignant ones
Steeped in hubris and narcissism
To the bone
Breaking bad beyond repair
Like toxic air
From a saxophone
Blowin off-key
Down Bourbon Street
The coup de grace
Of Mardi Gras
And freedom
Onward
Christian Nationalists
Onward
Putin sympathizers
Who despised Hugo and Fidel
Sieg Heil
Hypocrisy and homophobia
Sieg Heil
Misogyny and xenophobia
The tumor grew
As cancers do
Ignored
The day
Democracy died
~ P
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 6:20 PM UTC