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I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…
Traveler Tim
Arthur Vaso Jul 2
I wanted to write a poem
about you today
I lost all my words
so let your ears hear my heart
beat
a song of love
for someone
whom makes me smile
simple thoughts, I know
is how I see you treat others
that makes my heart glow
even my tears
have slowed
To know such kindness and empathy is a comforting thing.
Traveler Jul 1
Change to our foreign policies
Change to our non diplomacy
Change to our over reaching hegemony
Eight hundred military bases over seas
Change instead of death to the IDF
That’s as generous as it gets!
Traveler Tim
Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine
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Ashwin Kumar May 6
You are the living embodiment of Satan
Never, have you left innocent people alone
Genocide runs in your very blood
You people bomb civilians as per your mood
For all the acts of evil you have committed
You deserve to be severely punished!

You are the living embodiment of Satan
Your very presence is a bane
To the world at large
I simply cannot contain my rage
Day by day, my blood boils
As I read the news
How can you people even live with yourselves
After obliterating countless schools and hospitals
Nearly erasing entire communities in the process?

You are the living embodiment of Satan
Because, you simply cannot be called human
By any yardstick in the world
In you, is there absolutely nothing good
Hell, you put even **** Germany to shame
This seriously is the time
When the entire world needs to boycott your nation
Assuming, of course, that it can even be CALLED a nation!!

You are the living embodiment of Satan
After the Holocaust, everybody said "Never again!"
Where is that cry now?
Instead, almost all are crying "Bow Bow"
Because, you create fear in the minds of people
By using the Holocaust as a weapon
For your own political gain
Really, is there no level
To which your so-called country cannot sink?
You draw an absolute blank
When it comes to human rights
Not to mention, basic goodness!!

You are the living embodiment of Satan
And to God, an absolute abomination
You may think what you are doing is right
And show your might
However, one fine day, will you be brought to ruin
Then, will you be all alone
Because, you refused to be human!!
My latest poem on the genocide of Palestinians - directed towards the so-called Jewish state of Israel.
Ashwin Kumar Mar 31
Evil runs in your blood
You people are carrying out a genocide
And calling it a war
You are fully aware
That what you are doing is completely wrong
Yet, you deny almost everything
Do you even hear yourselves?
You have taken countless innocent lives
And on top of it, do you justify your actions
You deserve so much worse
Than even the ***** and Gomorrah horrors!

Evil runs in your blood
Your hearts are so cold
That even Antarctica cannot hold a candle to them
I am trying my best to stay calm
However, with every single day that passes
My blood just boils and boils
Hell, you people are not Nazis
In fact, you are a thousand times worse than the Nazis!!

Evil runs in your blood
You are ruining the entire world
Leading us towards death and destruction
Moreover, have you made it a fashion
To throw a number of baseless accusations
In order to defend your utterly reprehensible actions
Well, eventually will come the time
When your so-called democracy is headed towards doom
Because, ultimately, never can evil win
Long Live Palestine!!
My latest poem on the ongoing genocide of the Palestinians; which of course, condemns Israel's evil actions.
Aya Mar 19
I woke up feeling like nothing…
No one’s saying nothing...
No one’s doing nothing….
I  woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
heartache…
I woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
suffering…
I woke up wishing there were no more decapitated heads…
no more…lifeless bodies…
Make it stop… make it stop…
Nobody is doing nothing to make it stop….
I woke up wishing there were no more incinerated bodies..
I woke up wishing there were no more corpse …
I woke up wishing that the genocide in Gaza was no more…
It’s now more than 16 months of carnage…echo of death pierce my soul...
No one can undo what I’ve seen…
I feel like nothing….
They say nothing and do nothing, to make it stop…
This suffering lingers…
I feel like nothing….
Aya Mar 6
How can this be?
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.
How can this be?
How can you turn away, and act as if you were blind to babies being burned, and buried in the rubble, decimated lifeless tinted souls on your vision screen.
There aren’t enough adjectives to describe the horrific images.
How can this be?
The screams of death in realtime stays with me.  
For I will never forget.... you too should never forget.  
The screams of death echo and rains on me like the blues.
What a tragedy.  
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.  
How can this be?
Arthur Vaso Nov 2024
How many can you count
before your ****** hands
become conscious
how many limbs
must be torn
    mutilated
            burned crisp
that your tears will flow
young soldiers died long ago
so this wouldn't happen again
and again and again
your silence sings
more, more ****** genocide
More children have been killed in Gaza, than in the last 10 years of all wars, 50% of the deaths are kids, never mind that 100's of reporters are also intentionally slaughtered. Hospitals and churches bombed, complete villages razed to the ground.
Tariq Al Jun 2024
She breathes in smoke
It deflates her spirit;
She then exhales a flame
While her eyes are red

The world is a strident grave
And life is a pungent breath
While anonymity is her steed
On the highway to a promise

God forbid, it vanishes!
Her soul, the little grace
A mourning dove reveals
As traumas darkest secret.

Heaven, in silent grief
Adorns a rosy crib:
Her feet at its river
And her head by its sea!
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