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Murders By The States

There were many
murders by the states
in the calendar year
of two thousand eight

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These men were murdered in Sept 2008 by prosecutors, judges, and governors
who were guilty of not hot passion but cold premeditated murder

- Gregory Wright (TX)
Frank Williams, Jr. (AR)
- Charles Hood (TX)
- William Murray (TX)
- John Middleton (MO)
- Joseph Ries (TX)
- Richard Henyard (FL)
- Jessie Cummings (OK)

poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Killer Pens And Gavels

Blackgowned,
judges with cold
premeditated murder
wield their killer pens
and gavels.

poem by Saiom Shriver
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Guilty Of Love

(coverdale)
I believe my love for you
Is a love that will last forever,
An Im here to testify
Im a prisoner of your heart
Baby dont you believe
When I tell you I love you
That I really mean it,
Dont you walk away,
Dont you turn your back on me
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
I can never forget the times
When I took what you gave me for granted
So I stand accused
An I plead guilty to the crime
You can lock me away if you want
Just as long as your arms are around me,
An I wont mind
If you just throw away the key
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love...
Im guilty of love,
Its a crime of passion
Guilty of love,
An theres no doubt about it,
No doubt about it
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty
Guilty of love,
Im guilty of love,
Im guilty,
In the first degree...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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What A Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

how it was needed!
how we were withering
away
in the old
tired
manner.

of course, then came all
the e.e. cummings
copyists.
they copied him then
as the others had
copied Keats, Shelly,
Swinburne, Byron, et
al.

but there was only
one
e.e. cummings.
of course.

one sun.

one moon.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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September Quandary

Thirty days does have September,

But there's one thing I don't remember.

What happened to those eight other months?

I know I must appear a dunce, but…

All this time couldn't pass me by I don't believe,

While I celebrated last year's New Year's Eve.

Then before I could make it to New Year's Day,

Exactly 243 days of this year have passed away.

Never again will this calendar inhibit my sight.

People and experiences will be focused delight.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Thousands of people may have been killed by hurricane Katrina and many more could die in its aftermath because of the President's refusal to heed the calls of governors for help in repairing the infrastructure in their states.

quote by Charles Rangel
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

murder
murder murder
murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder murder murder murder murder
murder murder
murder murder
murder

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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When we talk about justice in America we're really talking about justice brought about by the people, not by judges who are tools of the establishment or prosecutors who are are equally tools of the establishment or the wardens or the police officers.

quote by William Kunstler
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Key To Nothing

No more doors
No more locks
No more windows
No more box
No more
No less
No more six foot digs
No more hypocrites
No more emptiness
No more consequence
No more puppet strings
No more disease
No more growing up
No more happiness
No more lying down
No more complacence
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of
Motion... as it seems to be
No more nothing
No more anything
No more you
No more me
No more posturing victories
No more nations to defeat
No more speaking truth
No more deceit
No more holding down
No more pushing me
No more new world order
No more anarchy
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
Im washing my hands... of the whole thing
I want no more nothing
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
Im washing my hands, of everything...
Of everything we are

song performed by by Mudvayne
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2 Prince, Another One I Wrote

Murder is losing its mind, I am losing my patience

Chris Hani was murdered on 10 April
Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
An African political prince
Was butched motive is mysterious
The brutal murder is a fatal error

This world is unjust
The land I see was sad
And the soil I walk in felt the pain

Lucky Dube was murdered on 19 October
An African prince of reggae was assassinated

Political reasons are speculations
Speculation is a political reason
Still the cause murder is baffling
Butchered for the love of the nation
And passion for country men

poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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With my beloved

I pray with my beloved
She is the moon in whom I disappear
Men of evil may kill her
And the beauty of her children
And gun down the mourners at her funeral
And the taut spirit in me –
So I love her in this moment
Against the murders of that day
When the centuries’ chain of anguish
Will be dragged across the backs
Of the suffering, toiling prisoners here.

If I wake tomorrow and find her taken
If I wake to receive the news of her murder
I will confront her assassins
I will haunt their souls
With the intensity of all they are obsessed to destroy
I will use the weapon
Of the faith that she planted in me.

My thoughts become hers’
In this hour of the serious part of night
And I visit the place
Where strength and survival are renewed
And technology is democratized
And the fruits of nature are harvested
For our delight
For our tenderness
For our fertility
For our freedom, brief, from fear.

To all the men
Who murdered us one in three:
I see you now
Bringing slaughter upon the homes of my beloved.
You see what you do.
I wrestle with my hatred.
You are nothing to forgive.

(“It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity;
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice; but it is not so with me”
William Blake)

poem by Frank Bana
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Don't be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of.

quote by Charles Richards
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The Snowtown Murders

Lucas Pittaway, Daniel Henshall, Louise Harris, Frank Cwiertniak, Matthew Howard, Anthony Groves, Richard Green

by Shaun Grant from The Snowtown Murders (2011)
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Murder On Music Row

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue.
They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul.
They got away with murder down on music row.
The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them alan).
They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on music row.
Chorus:
For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play,
But drums and rock n roll guitars are mixed up in your face.
Old hank wouldnt have a chance on todays radio
Since they committed murder down on music row.
They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs (Ill still buy em)
Well there aint no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murders been committed down on music row.
Chorus:
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you cant hear fiddles play
With drums and rock n roll guitars mixed right up in your face
Why, the hag, he wouldnt have a chance on todays radio
Since they committed murder down on music row
Why, they even tell the possum to pack up and go back home
Theres been an awful murder down on music row.

song performed by by George Strait
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Something about Texas I'm not proud of is that our state murdered 37 people last year alone.

quote by Richard Linklater
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Murdered By Their Tongues

Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.

Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.

Murdered by their tongues,
Abandoned good deeds are left undone.
In big numbers.

Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.

Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.

They've been murdered by their tongues.
Stubborn these people,
Who've been murdered by their tongues.
Unconscious people,
Who are murdered by their tongues.
These fools are equal,
Who will murder anyone with their wicked tongues.

Murdered by their tongues,
Some people had to run...
To find their comfort.

Threatened by a mentalness,
That spreading gossip did.
And murdered by their tongues.

Whatever between them did exist,
That ruined their happiness...
And long loving relationships,
Has been murdered by their tongues.

Murdered by their tongues,
Some choose to begin to run...
To find their comfort,
And unencumbered by the numbers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Murder Kills

You murdered the perfect family
You don't know why
Law enforcement is after you
You don't know what to do
Don't hide
It won't get you anywhere
Face your fears
Tell them you were depressed
Cause you had nothing
Tell them you were angry
Cause no one understood you
Tell them you were upset
And never meant it
Trust me
They’ll listen
They'll understand

You murdered the Mommy
You murdered the Daddy
You murdered the perfect baby
Didn’t murder the bad baby
Cause that baby was you

You try to hide
There's no place to hide
You try to run
There’s no place to run
You can't get anywhere
You try to pray to God
But he's not listening
He forgot about you long ago

There's only one thing to do
It’s your worst fear
Wakes you at night
Makes you sweat and shake
Makes every hair on your body stand up
Your last resort
It's the only thing you got

Said murder couldn’t fix anything
Said suicide wouldn't fix anything
But deep down it does
We all know it does
So this is how it ends
Suicide ended the death of a killer

poem by Erin Massiello
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2008

We are in 2008 and,
We are still fighting among ourselves;
This is year 2008 and,
We still kill each other with bombs!
We are in 2008 and,
We are still naked in the forest;
Year 2008 with the Olympic Games held in China and,
We still go to war!
We are in 2008 and,
We do claim to be the best of the human ever lived;
But, how many bombs have we thrown to each other?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Regent's Court

Regent's court
Is the court were the police brings the criminals to be sentenced
Every singe day during the week
Some criminals caused serious offences in the city
That they need to be punished by the Regent's court
Also some of the Judges will be hard on the criminals
Because they need to pay for what they done to their victims
And the crown procecutor also works with the judges at Regent's court
But the criminals have their lawyers at the court that defends the Criminals because the criminals are their clients
When the day comes for the judges at the Regent's Court to deliver The sentence for each criminal every single day they will be there At The Regent's Court every single day giving the sentence to the criminals depending on what crime they commited like assault, Domestic violence, child abuse,
Drug trafficking, manslaughter, and murder
For first degree murder is 25 years and for the second degree murder is less

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Murder Or Be Murdered

Don't be a murder like me
For you shall see
That you will pay a fee
Not a fee of money
For money is funny
But a fee of pain
For your blood will drain
Murder or be murdered
Is murder the lesser of the two evils?

poem by Lauren Kerr
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