The Price of War Pt.2
War, an excuse for murder
Filled with pain and suffering
Consuming millions of lives
Towns set ablaze
Cities ravished by war
Entire countries decimated
Battlefields soaked with blood,
Riddled with bullets and bodies,
Will the bloodshed ever cease?
Is it ever really worth it?
How many lives must be lost?
In the end, does anyone really win?
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Armistice Day
In fields long ago, they fought
millions and millions fell on both sides.
Men, women and boys robbed of a future
in the futility of a world war.
It decimated a generation
and scarred so many lives.
Now sadness hangs over
those battlefields far away
and each November the 11th
at the 11th hour, we remember
the lives that were stole away
and the sacrifice they made
so that we could enjoy our lives today.
Dedication.
This poem was written not only for those who fell in Two World Wars, but also for those who have sacrificed themselves in recent conflicts. May we never forget them.
David Harris
11 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Martyr's Guns And Roses
Young lives are full of promise
Old lives are full of wisdom
Guns have the potential to commit murder
Explosives' tears apart the temple
Disconects' the body
Human blood becomes a river
What cause is worth taking the lives
Of Men Women and children
What reward awaits the human being
Who seeks to murder
In the name of the Father
Who is this imposter, who sits in a rose garden
Holding in his hand a bouquet of death
poem by Allan James Saywell
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Sonnet: Save Human Lives
You kill a lamb and yet ’tis not a sin;
You play with dolls but don’t worship them still;
’Tis murder when you kill men, kith and kin;
Man lives a life predestined by God’s will.
‘Though blood is thicker than water’- we say,
Not many care if human blood is lost!
Although man plans, God calls off everyday;
One must save human lives at any cost.
And human life is most precious to God;
And so He gave each man a soul to keep;
Nevertheless, He made all things from clod;
From murder, man most punishment will reap.
We have no right to take another’s life;
God will reward if lives are saved from knife!
21-3-2001
poem by John Celes
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When Earth Quaked
Earth uncovered
Two hundred thousand dead
A woman groaned
Stone slabs crushed her head
These are the times
When God weeps
When the earth quaked
I heard His steps
In my pain
I am filled with anger
My blood curls
As I ponder
How many lives slip
In this quake's blunder
This is how earth rage
I am thankful
For the hands He sent
The press
People from every corner
Friends I never knew
This is how you know
He never sleeps
Many dead
But many spared
So I am not mad
New lives conceived
Still lives to be lived
Two hundred thousand dead
But millions breathe
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Memorial Day
Memories of those who are no longer here
are shared by millions who hold them dear.
Their faces so young that stay in the mind
of parents and wives and husbands that find
their loved ones were taken so young in their years.
Their children were left too young to cry tears,
never knowing their fathers or seeing their smile
or having them there as they walk down the aisle.
No war's ever worth their great sacrifice,
fought with their lives, they paid the great price.
And now we take time just one day a year
and pray somehow, somewhere they can hear
we miss them and honor them in memory
and hope their children's lives will turn out to be
ones that are filled with love and with peace.
So in their futures 'Memorial Days' will cease.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sacrifices
Autumn leaves have fallen
across long forgotten battlefields
where deep below the ground
the dead lie asleep.
Their lives torn apart
by some wicked war.
There they have immortality
for they will age no more.
Their sleep is restless
for from their deaths,
no lessons were learnt
and men and boys keep killing
in constant wicked wars.
On the eleventh hour,
of the eleventh day,
of the eleventh month
we stand in silence
to honour their memory
for the sacrifices they made,
but we have never learnt the lessons
This poem is dedicated to the memory of the men, women and children from all countries that have lost their lives in wars that have plagued our world. May their souls rest in eternal peace.
for which their lives they gave
as the killing still goes on and on.
poem by David Harris
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Someone Cares About Them
Sometimes we meet people
with so much pain in their lives.
Pain we could hardly touch upon.
They are good people, emotional people,
whom life has dealt some nasty blows,
more nasty blows than our lives have felt.
They have seen things and done things
repellent to our lives,
but listening to them speak
and seeing the hurt within their eyes,
you realise the pain
they must be going through.
nightmares that plague their lives.
It makes you want to stretch out
and hug them for all its worth
just to let them know
someone cares about them.
28 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Freedom To My People
Dear peacekeeper
Please give freedom to my people here at home
And in the world
Some of my people have fanilies in the countries that are in war
But some of mypeople already lost their loved ones in the war in their Countries that are in war
That is because they served in the army of their country that is in the War
But they never returned home because they died fighting in the war in Their countries
So their loved ones had to pay a big price
Because at the same time they had to sacrifice their lives for their Countries at war
But my people here at home can't wait for the war to end at their Countries
So that they can go back to their countries that they came from
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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For Liberation
(into) the birth of carnage will you
but watch when innocent life is born
and destined to an unjustified wretched existence?
i refuse to deny their path or ignore their suffering
i fight for liberation.
ashes on ashes we build their fate with bloodshed upon our hands.
cries - oh we whisper of their death in blood,
of their misery to flesh a vicious price
driven to nightmare while we could sleep
i refuse to deny their pain or ignore their suffering
i fight for liberation
ashes on ashes we build their fate with bloodshed upon our hands.
ashes on ashes tread our path to degradation
their blood upon your hands prized with gifts of dominaton.
their blood upon your hands our fall towards defilement
song performed by by Undying
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In This World (Murder)
In this world all our sins are simple
We choose death over innocent life
And in this world its not all the money thats evil
Its the ones who choose it over life
And in my heart I cannot believe in this murder
And I will not be fed by the lies
All the lives are created just to be murdered, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
And they can't see the innocent lives
The pointless suffering
And in my heart I want to undo all this murder
And get back the innocent lives
Open cages and stop their luxurious murder, its murder
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
Murder
Innocent life
Innocent
What have we done?
(No mercy for beautiful
Money for blood
It's murder)
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how loud they cry
They cant buy their way into heaven
No matter how hard they try
And no matter how high they climb up the ladder
They wont reach up into heaven, heaven, heaven
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Causes Unknown
For those whose lives have been robbed in all wars.
They fought for causes unknown,
mowed down by the machinery of war.
Their bodies torn and mangled
fell on battlefields of a distant shore.
Their blood stained the earth
where they fell.
Their leaders looked down
from a lofty height,
then ordered more into the fight..
The loss of just one person,
is such a crime.
Therefore the loss of thousands,
cut short in their prime.
There is no words,
to convey the horror felt.
poem by David Harris
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Ravished
I was ravished by the words
that flowed in familiar tones
as they glided across the page.
I was ravished by my pen
that with symmetrical reasoning
writes between the lines,
whatever that is suppose to mean.
I was ravished and seduced
into world beyond my understanding
as my pen danced with words
in clusters of mediocrity.
I was ravished and ravished again
that looking back became a toil,
something I will never do again.
I was ravished into doing whatever I do best,
whatever that may be. I was ravished into it.
15 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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Pain & Suffering
pain and suffering
turn things to blood
a power floats
upside down in a river of mud
a skull of a goat
makes love to you
you're my doll
a pet who meows
and blood and hate
the blood that's everywhere
suffering, i am terminating this world
i'm your father now
no more shelter, no more fun
human race, you're going to writhe now
heh heh heh heh
i am angry
a tall building fell on daddy
pain and suffering
i am destruction
i am angry
i am total
(growl)
pain and suffering
the pain, the pain
no birds are singing
here comes armageddon
no more shelter
no more fun
human race
i've got you
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They Gave Their All
I may not understand the wars
Or the fields of rotting corpses
I've read all the poems
Of wars from the past
And cannot imagine
The life lived back then
A blood soaked battlefield
Death wading with glee
At those that have fallen
For the right to be free
So many souls lost in time
Fighting a cause, humanity blind
Dare I say, what I read?
In between the lines
A poet soldier
Who needs to be free?
Do I have a right?
To question their fight
They gave their all
In what they believed
Teardrops fall as I continue my rhyme
But what I do understand
Is that they fought through all the wars
So that we can be free
To choose our lives
And live to be
What we want to be
All the bloodshed fields
The entire hero's lost in wars
I bow my head, and pray to thee
Thank you all
For letting me breathe
To learn and discover
The meaning of me
Tears trickle down
As I cry for your loss
You never got the chance to be free
You never found your path in life
You never came home to your loved ones, friends, and family
So what gives us the right?
The generation of today
To say how boring
Our life is today
When those in war
Never had a full life
They gave it all
So we could be free
To live a full life
I thank the hero's
Of past, present and yet to be
What so sad for humankind
Is that war is our history
Perhaps in the future
We can see peace and harmony
Perhaps dare I say it
A world weapon free
poem by Kaila George
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Life's Cruelty
I swear night are just not the same
days are filled with pain
anguish and misery is my friend
as am lost in a world of cruelty
blood stain my eyes
pain and sorrow haunt my imagination
violence is my only comfort
justice is unfair
lives go with out a care
am tired of all these tears
days I've dream of ending it right here
with a pop pop bang and have the life
rush out of me
so what am waiting for
i just don't know
poem by Robert Roberts
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Madded to murder
Loaded with passion.
The thrill of hate.
Maddened by nature.
Death is your fate.
Lifeless bodies,
drift far apart.
Perfection is you,
your type of art.
Painfull pleasure Mixed,
with twisted thoughts.
Black dust horror.
Only murder have you brought.
Steamed with madness.
Dying for dripping blood.
Rip out her heart,
this torture has just begun.
Loaded with bullets,
the thrill of murder.
Maddened by revenge.
just to kill her further.
The Blood That Moves The Body
(pal waaktaar)
Its the way we feel
Tonight
As if its all unreal
All right
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know Ill react to
The blood that moves my body
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Theres nowhere to go
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
Red stains on eyes of a blue dog
My pains fade as the interiors fog
The blood that moves my body
Now colours the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
Not long ago
It hurt us so
A tremble through our lives
The love and care...
The way we were
Lost its way at nights
Its the way we feel
Tonight
Lend some warmth to our cold
And lonely lives
My love, wont you come back to
Our love, you know well react to
The blood that moved our bodies
Now covers the ground...
Now covers the ground
The blood that moves the body
The blood that moves the body
song performed by by A-Ha
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That Millions Do Live In Poverty
That millions do live in poverty should never be seen as okay
The gap between the haves and the have nots keeps getting bigger by the day
Everyone should have the chance to live happy a home to live in and enough for to eat
There never should be slums and ghettos and never a poverty street,
That millions are born to live in poverty and to end their hard lives in despair
Only tells us if there's a god that god favours the wealthy and that god is not very fair
To leave millions homeless and dying of malnutrition the people condemned to die poor and young
In the refugee camps of the World live the displaced, the poor and unsung,
In the age of celebrity worship the poor in millions multiply
Why millions are destined to be poor don't ask me I wouldn't know why
Even in the World's wealthiest Countries poor people are no longer rare
And millions and millions of have nots in the bigger World out there
And millions are dying of hunger and millions are doing it tough
And millions are displaced and homeless and as refugees living it rough.
poem by Francis Duggan
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