Kidnap Kidnap Kidnap
Kidnap kidnap kidnap
Everwhere there are kidnaps
Kidnaps kidnaps,
And who is not a kidnapper?
We remain mere spectators
Leaders kidnap the voters
Leaders kidnap the basic needs
of the vilagers country dwellers
Leaders kidnap and kidnap
Leaders are kidnappers.
Maoists kidnap leaders
Maoists kidnap officers
Maoists kidnap foreigners
Maoists kidnaps lawbreakers.
We all are helpless spectators.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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You can kidnap me and force me to be your watchdog if you want to. But I'm telling you, I will bark at any sound I hear and it will drive you crazy.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Those Killed...
there is always something to say
to make things live, to give life to words,
it is like a trip to an unknown destination
a kidnap for ransom
we keep on talking to assure ourselves that
we are still alive
some even whistle and then they were shot
they were mistaken for a code
asking for help.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We are battling fanatics who kidnap and behead civilians and shoot fleeing children in the back. There can be no dialogue with such people, and the American people understand this.
quote by Kay Bailey Hutchison
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We seriously suspect the agents of the Americans and Israelis in conducting such horrendous terrorist acts and cannot believe the people who kidnap Philippines nationals, for instance, or behead U.S. nationals are Muslims.
quote by Ayatollah Khamenei
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Kidnap
Halle Berry, Robert Walker Branchaud, Dana Gourrier, Lew Temple, Christopher Berry, Justin Lebrun, Malea Rose, Ritchie Montgomery
by Knate Lee from Kidnap (2016)
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Where Lies the Threat to India?
The scientists boost our might with missiles.
But Jigadhis kidnap our boys with smiles.
The trained boys will hit us back
and put our temples to rack.
Terror wreak havoc in our domiciles.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Desecration of Idols of the Past Leaders
The idols of the past national leaders
are dumped into the sacks of their castes.
The boys fed with the dirt of castes
go in vans as pilgrims to worship the statues
with oodles of choppers, daggers and rods.
The cops stand in day and night to protect
the people of one caste from the the other.
At times they face the onslaughts of the mob
which takes law unto their hands
even to kill the guardians of law and order
and fill the land with fear and angst.
If they go on pilgrimage with kin and children
to offer their prayers to their idols,
not only on their days of birth and death
but also on all the days of the year
with goats and cocks to slit, cook and eat,
these idols will become gods in future
and all the castes will worship with piety.
Newly sprung-up leaders whip the boys up
to harm the people of weak castes and the cops
and smear the faces of the idols with filth
and garland with worn-out slippers.
Who roused these unruly gangs to set on fire
the huts of the suppressed classes
and rob the valuables they earned in a decade
by toiling in the boiling sun or guarding our borders?
The youths of the insecure castes
should not misuse the special ‘Acts'
to blockmail the teachers and leaders
and kidnap the girls of other castes to rape
and then set them against their own parents.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to com[lement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in red Black green
show you off
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Gabriella Maben
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The Ultimate Game
The Creator asks to
the adventurous soul
Who returned to heaven
with a thrill seeking bowl.
The Creator asks:
“Did you enjoyed the game
of your staged abduction,
Which was done at non-
descript railway junction.
For that you merrily
bought the ‘Kidnap Package’,
And for few hours they
stuffed you in a cage.”
The Soul replies:
“Yes the fake game
was loaded with fun
But I want a real
not a virtual one.”
“Boring was the king’s
role I played
Outwardly men praised,
inwardly they flayed.
Cadger’s role, was same
Begging is a monotonous game.
As Casanova I chased girls
And saint’s life was dull.
“Now give me something new
An event that is bolt from blue
And challenged my dormant sinews.”
The Creator says:
So be it
But then you’ll writhe in pain
Look at the heaven in vain
Will call me names
Call your existence a bane
Do you still want that deal
The deal wrapped with thrill
in which you’ll cry and squeal.
The soul replies:
So what if the plan is botch up
And my body has to suffer much
I know you’ll gift me a new mortal coil
And again send me on earthly soil
I’ll again play and toil
Till adrenaline causes my blood to boil.
Somewhere in background
Angels sing in sweetish sound:
'Seek and you shall find,
Ask and you shall receive.'
(After reading the news that for 900 euros, the clients of a firm in France, can buy a “Basic Kidnap Package”, where they’re bundled away, bound an gagged and kept incarcerated for four hours, Times of India,25/02/2010)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
26/02/2010
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red BLACK green
show you off o mama
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Mariena Soares
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I Need The Sun
I need the sun
I need fun
No sun no fun
Did you use a gun
To kidnap the sun
My mood is in the slum
I move through the day like a bum
Slowly the grey skies boldly
Hold hostage the very source of my energy
Grey skies sapping me like kryptonite
Getting out of a bed is a fight
Cloudy days, my blight
The sun is needed to ignite
The process that fosters the explosion of spring life
Each day with no sun cuts me like a knife
But no death comes, each day with no sun just pain and strife.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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A Bitter Pill
Terrorism can be so frightening
A Black September of our times
And 'Bali' was one of the names
added to the list of crimes.
Terrorism is often so 'sudden'
No warning sirens are heard.
1939 had sirens and shelters
But terrorism is shockingly absurd.
This bombing outrage has a history
Of factions who kidnap and kill
And raids easily gain momentum
And the resulting horror is a Bitter Pill.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Random Sin
In pinnate physicals, the thing,
moves like a stark terror
savagely. A primal fear
takes over, because dead don’t
speak. The bullet had passed
through chest. Mutiny of dumb
dandelions, lipless voices in the
sea of madness. Search for a missing
truth begins. The mass grave
contains the dried bones of renegades.
You remember the promise? Who said
we will end the war?
Listen, he bows his head, before
the trespassing starts to kidnap the
bed. Jealousy kills the snakes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Crazy Enough
I am crazy enough to jump off a bridge for you
Even when i have seen you only once.
I am crazy enough to still be thinking about you
Even when i know nothing of you at all
crazy enough to build castles in the sky
crazy enough to imagine you and me
crazy enough to never see
the lie of you
I am crazy enough to stand in the rain
so i might see you once more
crazy enough to follow you home
so i can see you for a while
and i am crazy enough to want to be your
sickness so that you might go unhindered
crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply
crazy enough that i cant let go
i am crazy enough to want to die for you
and there is nothing known about you
i am crazy enough to want to kidnap you
and watch you grow old in the cupboard of my mind
crazy enough to kill you so i might have you forever
crazy enough to only think
' if not mine no one else's
crazy enough that i might want to haunt you
I am crazy enough to hear what i want
crazy enough to hurt you so i might love you more
crazy enough to offer my soul
for you
crazy enough to want to
be you
i am crazy enough to say that
i don't know you except by sight
but i love you all the same
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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a kidnap for ransom only in the island of Jolo
they kidnap them
International Red Cross Volunteers
for days they keep them
in hiding still figuring out
what use could their bodies be
for beheading
for international fame
they say they have a noble cause
for the world to know
that they are not terrorists
but freedom fighters
and after about a month or two
of constant prayers and
daily reflection
they finally decided that these two volunteers
have no use for their cause anymore
and so now in good faith
they demand that they pay one million pesos
in cold cash
what for? for their board and lodging.
religion, logic, and humanitarian affections
they have their own noble cause you know
for the international world to really know
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: The World Today(15)
Lo, when I see a new obituary,
Untimed demise of one of great repute;
Or a sad man's Auto-biography,
A family- feud due to a land dispute.
And when I hear news of a robbery,
A cold-blooded murder in broad daylight;
An act of rape or of adultery;
of two Brothers who had a silly fight!
The kidnap-story of a doctor's child,
A necklace snatched at point of knife in light;
The rampage of animals from the wild,
I curse this world with all my lingual might.
'Tis sad how men have turned a world so nice
Into a den of fear and grief and vice.
poem by John Celes
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Take A Hike
One terror outfit loses rest and peace
when another group blasts the bomb
and kills more than a hundred people.
Those kidnap kids for a few lakhs
chunter on those who hijack flights.
The pick-pockets feel envy at the burglars.
Knife-wielders for currencies of low value
get aggravated at the gun-toting smuglers.
Those who hunt snakes for their skin
are aggrieved at those who hunt deers.
Those whose palms greased by a few dollars
grouse about the ministers swindling billions.
All of you take a hike from your wonted trade
and keep this earth a nourishing mother to all.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Pirates And Rebels
Of the pirates and the rebels in Africa!
And like the pirates and rebels in Asia;
But do not kill mankind to rob him or her,
For the wages of sin is death!
Why are you a rebel or a pirate on this earth?
Why do you kidnap other people?
Pirates and rebels of Africa and of the world!
You all have a religion and what you worship,
But are we safe with you people on this earth? !
Yet still you go and pray to your Gods and Goddesses;
And i don't understand why,
Because a positive person will never rob and kill somebody!
Are you not ready to work for a living?
Or, is this act the best way to serve your Gods and Goddessses? !
Then think twice before it is too late,
Because someone is watching you from above!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Crazy Enough
I am crazy enough to jump off a bridge for you
Even when i have seen you only ounce.
I am crazy enough to still be thining about you
Even when i know nohting of you at all
crazy enough to build castles in the sky
crazy enough to imagine you and me
crazy enoughto never see
the lie of you
I am crazy enough to stand in the rain
so i might see you once more
crazy enough to follow you home
so i can see you for a while
and i am crazy enough to want to be your
sickness so that you might go unhindered
crazy enough that no pain hurts me deeply
crazy enough that i cant let go
i am crazy enough to want to die for you
and there is nothing known about you
i am crazy enoughto want to kidnap you
and watch you gorw old in the cupboard of my mind
crazy enough to kill you so i might have you forever
crazy enough to only think
' if not mine no one else's'
crazy enouhg that i might want to haunt you
I am crazy enough to hear what i want
crazy enough to hurt you so i might love you more
crazy enough to offer my soul
for you
crazy enouhg to want to
be you
i am crazy enough to say that
i dont know you except by sight
but i love you all the same
poem by Shayla Bowser
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Like The Meat
The untended vines like the African Slaves,
With fifty-two bottles of wine in the hand;
Of a man's livelihood,
Like fifty-two days of summer for his lover.
When will i see you again?
Of fifty-two roasted chickens in a year;
Please, do not kidnap anyone.
Life lis like that,
And the silver trumpet must be sounded;
Like the first tenth of all our increase.
Do not mistreat a stranger,
Because the living knows much than the dead;
Train yourself with words of peace than war.
Do not steat from your neighbour,
Because the dead know nothing!
You should not destroy fruit tree during times of war,
Of a long hair like a rope for peace;
Let your relatives talk about the best things in life.
Of a short hair,
Like the meat of the consecrated offering;
Do your best at all times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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