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Something of innocence was lost

I knew Shell-shocked troops,
who were battle hardened
and who struggled between
the sense and senselessness of killing.

Something of innocence was lost
and some brutal thing was gained
and the fatality of life remained

poem by Gert Strydom
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Innocence lost and pain gained.

I lost my innocence.
Not once not twice but more times than I can count.
It was becuase of bastards.
Bastards who wanted to hurt.
I lost my innocence and gained pain.

On the day you raped me.
I lost everything.
Lost my innocence.
Lost my life.
Lost my happiness.
Lost my way of being.

You raped me.
You didnt lose anything.
You gained the power.

I lost every thing that day.
All I was to gain was pain.
I lost more than one thing.
I lost my innocence.
But gained the pain

poem by Amy Kerswell
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Innocence Is A Harmonic Restoration Seed

innocence is a blessing easily tarnished
innocence sees beauty even in dark souls
innocence has belief to calm brutal beasts
innocence is a sacred gift easily forfeit lost

innocence has faith to restore hardened hearts
innocence has vision to invoke creative remedies
innocence is a unique seed of passion harmonies
innocence has truth to see path to restorations
innocence has patience to work new miracles

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Anecdote of a coin

I placed a coin
upon a railway track
while training at Klipdrift army camp
to go to war.

The coin was flattened
and stretched two centimetres long
and pressed upon
the image of the track.

More trains passed day and night
and the coin remained
as part of that rail.

It never would transform back
to a round and shiny thing
and have the capacity
to buy anything.

I was transformed from boy
to man and matured
before the end of spring.

I became a killing machine
and lost humanity
and learnt to stay alive
while passing through
ash holes and obstacles
with live bullets whistling past.

The battle raged in Namibia
and into Angola
where I was taken
to the gates of hell

The sentence lasted a full two years
and much longer still,
as after the initial stint
and while being a civilian
every year the call up papers
for another camp
of a month to four
kept coming in.

Flown from Waterkloof Air force base
to Youngsfield in the Cape,
transported to base,
issued and barbered and indoctrinated
and sent by rail to De Brug,
armed and motorized with armour
and send by road to Luthatla
to be trained in
and then to war
and if alive
back home again
was like a endless cycle.

How could I come back from war
and killing
and shell-shocked and a little mad
be human
and live a life again.

poem by Gert Strydom
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When Children Lose Their Innocence

The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.

When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.

I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Four Stages Of Life

She with child waged a fight
But baby won outright

Then she struggled with self
Innocence and lighthearted left

Later, she struggled with her mind
But, couldn’t gain entry into the mine

Now, the battle with life begins...
If you're wondering…the grim reaper wins.

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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To E.T.

I slumbered with your poems on my breast
Spread open as I dropped them half-read through
Like dove wings on a figure on a tomb
To see, if in a dream they brought of you,

I might not have the chance I missed in life
Through some delay, and call you to your face
First soldier, and then poet, and then both,
Who died a soldier-poet of your race.

I meant, you meant, that nothing should remain
Unsaid between us, brother, and this remained--
And one thing more that was not then to say:
The Victory for what it lost and gained.

You went to meet the shell's embrace of fire
On Vimy Ridge; and when you fell that day
The war seemed over more for you than me,
But now for me than you--the other way.

How over, though, for even me who knew
The foe thrust back unsafe beyond the Rhine,
If I was not to speak of it to you
And see you pleased once more with words of mine?

poem by Robert Frost
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When all previous loves are lost

When all previous loves are lost
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence,
I become aware about the fatality of life

while time passes me too quickly
and in the darkness I am alone
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence

and at times it feels as if I am the only one
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy
folds night after night around me and in the darkness I am alone,

the night gets a own reality, my own actuality
as if only I am isolated
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy

lets me wonder over being human and about God,
without being able to embrace anybody
as if only I am isolated

still holding stunned to hope.
When all previous loves are lost
without being able to embrace anybody
I become aware about the fatality of life.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Hardened And Tempered

I once was forsaken
Broken and blind
I was lost in the darkness
I was lost in my mind

Hardened and tempered
Refined of all dross
Hardened and tempered
Whatever the cost

And then I found Jesus
Now forever I'll be
Bathed in your beauty
Closer to thee

Hardened and tempered
And only for thee
Hardened and tempered
To thine arms I flee

poem by Frank McEleny
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Why Kill Innocence?

Everytime a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Everytime there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Everytime a heart is stabbed
Some1 else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

So why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why kill innocence?
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why kill the innocence?
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children
Full of innocence

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
KILLING INNOCENCE…

poem by Angira Chakraborty
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A War to End War.................

Where poppies used to grow
Now a theatre of muddy war.
Hear England’s best did bleed
To seed the earth with death,
Upon the killing fields;
And shell shocked men did quake
With each blaze of cannonades that
Shook the already savaged ground.
Here sad corpses lay unburied;
Never to see homeward shores
But to lie discomfited, lost;
In the cold discolured earth.
A war to end war?
No, so here we are again,
Our soldiers bravely die.
Lost in another foreign field
Where opium poppies grow.

poem by Paul Brookes
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The innocence of War

The innocence of war is a lie
there is no innocence in killing people
there is no innocence in destroying part of the world
murder of plants animals and many people
where is the innocence in that
More crimes and violence in this unholy cruel world
influenced on war
Death and Karma will come to all who
support this evil devilish thing, sport, crime!
The blood of many men drip on your hands
my hands
our hands
Familys departed over politics
new borns lifes already taken away by men they don't even know
its not there fault
its yours and mine because we don't
Listen! Hear! Speak!
save the life of the real innocence

poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
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If He Only Knew

Day after day, he keeps on victimizing
In able to sustain his desperate longings.
Killing, stealing, abducting and swindling
These are some of his wrong doings.
As long as he can collect cash to satisfy his selfish yearnings,
He does not care whether there are people, who are grieving
Nor there are souls, who are weeping
To every life, he forced to stop living,
To every heart, he forced to stop beating.

People called him desperado,
His perfect name as an outlaw.
When he hears his gruesome name,
Though it is true
Maybe it pierces his heart too.
But perhaps, he don't realize
That no one to him will criticize,
If from the start, he lives his life free from any vice.

When will he stop killing
When will he stop stealing
When will he stop abducting
When will he stop in swindling
When will he wants to be free from the chain of gambling

Bandit, felon, fugitive and criminal
The titles he acquired for being brutal,
A notorious villain ruled by world's insanity
Everyone scared due to his fatality.
Nevertheless, If he only knew that beyond his cruelty,
There is good God, who loves him sincerly
There is great Father, who waits for his return patiently
There is Jesus, who really cares him untiringly
Maybe, he will change his life's view.

Yeah, if there is a sacred soul who will dare to let him know
That the merciful God loves really him so,
Surely, he will reborn and renew
Even he is a certified desperado.

poem by Catherine Agunat
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Innocence Lost

I can't relive my life
I can't retrace my tracks
I can't undo what's done
There is no going back
I chased a selfish dream
Did not survey the cost
Illusions disappeared
I've found my innocence lost
Some say it's lessons learned
Some say it's a living life
I say it's choices made
Knowing wrong from right
One night I fought to sleep
In my slumber I turned and tossed
I woke to a cloudy day
And found my innocence lost
Innocent child is a beautiful thing
Secure in her father's arms
Sleeps while a mother sings
There's no way to know
All the harm this world can bring
I miss my innocence
Oh, to be innocent
My heavenly Father
The well of eternal love
That overflows with grace
I can completely trust
My broken heart repaired
And all my sin forgot
I can be pure again
In spite of my innocence lost
In his eyes I'm a newborn child
Cuz I accept his love
I have a newfound hope
Though I've found my innocence lost
I can be pure again
I've found my innocence lost

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.

quote by Duke of Wellington
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They Struggle Through Life

They struggle through life as they battle with stress
Those born and raised at an unfashionable address
It is a long hike to success and renown
For those who are born at the poor side of town.

Their parents in jail for serious crime
And they become hardened criminals before their life's prime
Homeless in their early teens life hardened and street wise
The wounded eagle from the ground cannot rise.

They are the poor souls on whom drug dealers prey
And from Poverty Street it does seem a long way
To the road to success from the pit of despair
From the poor side of town success stories are rare.

Like their parents of success they stand little chance
They are the poor victims of bad circumstance
Their sense of self esteem is damaged beyond repair
And you cannot tell me that all in life is fair.

poem by Francis Duggan
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We are losers

Was the first battle won by us?
We took the form of human being,
Came into light from darkness,
Struggled, perspired, earned, spent,
Waited for the final call.
And called the life a success.
Certainly a selfish life
we led,
It had never been a successful one,
Did we ever wipe the tears of the poor wretches?
Did we ever try to make the world
A better place to live?
Did we ever follow the guidelines of our conscience?
Did we not breach the Divine Law?
Then why should we call our lives
a success?
We lost the last and the final battle too,
We are losers.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Sense of Pretense

Her friends convinced her,
She was better off without me...
Because she had degrees!
But I knew she had no common sense.
She left!
And they left her dazed and unhappy.
She did have one thing going she kept...
Her sense of pretense she used,
That I actually was lost
Needing someone like her,
Around me to find myself.
And I tried to show her from the very beginning,
Her friends couldn't give her
What she could never get back from me.
I knew what I had!
And I still got it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection

Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?

Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Genocide

When they try to tell you knowledge is a dangerous thing
"it's such a dangerous thing"
The people that have it are the people that sin
And the people that need it are the people that can never win
"they can never win"
Let me get you out of here little broken wing
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't kindly to the killing of the buffalo
When they tear up all the treaties and break up all the plans
"they break up all the plans"
Did you do your duty and kill on command?
Did you know the redman used to roam this land?
"he used to roam this land"
Now the souls of lost warriors blow across the sands
People round here they get it right
People round here we like to sleep at night
There are people round here that go slow
People round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo, oh no
So listen to my story and listen to it well
"you better listen well"
Listen to the glory of the gory details of the tale i tell
Did you know the redman very well?
"i used to know him well"
Did you know the hunting ground before it became a hell?
There are people round here that are right
There are people round here that like to sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
So listen to my story of genocide
How they were hunted and slaughtered till there was no place left to hide
Did you know the redman used to hold his head with pride?
Till every man, woman and child were destroyed
There are people round here that get it right
There are people round here that couldn't sleep at night
There are people round here i don't know
There are people round here that don't take kindly to the killing of the buffalo
There are people round here that understand
There are people round here that couldn't give a damn
There are people round here that go slow
There are people round here that don't take too kindly to the killing of the buffalo
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing of the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
They're killing all the
They're killing all the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing of the buffala-o
The killing
The killing
The killing of the buffala-o
(repeat at random)

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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I Like This Poem

i like this poem of yours,
always unfinished, makes my imagination
run wild,
i like the words misspelled
and the lines without a period
no sense of ending
no sense of time

i like the senselessness of it all
it is so unreal

like most of us

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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