Freezing Torment
Peaceful mission thru the air
Suddenly caught unaware
Panic rises, lives in despair
Fasten the seat belts, praying to survive
All the memories of their lives
Flashes thru their minds
As the emergency landing is occurring at the time
To the cold, white deserted ground
Shock occurs in the violent crash
It's a morbid nightmare
Bodies torn to an unnatural position
Mutilated until unrecognizable form
[Lead]
Survivors trapped, afflicted pain
Of body and mind, screaming for help
Undergoing tremendous feelings of death
Agony
Misfortune
Misery
Tragedy
Torment
It all adds to an unpleasant destiny
Famish
Extreme hunger
Nourishment supplies ran out
Organism weakens each moment
Cannibalistic action the only way
[Lead]
Crying to god for forgiveness
As the slices of flesh are being devoured
From the dead corpses
There's no choice
Either choose life or death
Lowering themselves to a point
They would never thought to get
A living inferno where rational thoughts became repulsive
A place where the living needed the dead
Shocked by the scars of terror
A memory that they will never forget
For the victims of the freezing torment
song performed by by Incubus
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Mortify
Alone in their destination
Wandering thru this violent life
A part of all misconception from their past
And now thrown out to the street to rot
Painful screams never heard
Hung on the wings of death
Germs are what they seem
For the rich they have no need
Left in the cold in crucial places
Feeling the horrors of real life
Places to places, no where to go
Agonizing pain and no one seems to care
Trying to revive 'em for a higher place
But no one seems to give any support
They hear their torment call
Disarmed from an endless war
Aimed by all kinds of poverty
Vagabonds you will find in all types of societies
Resting in the underground of this materialistic inferno
[Chorus:]
Mortify
In hostility of human injustice
They are living in a world of darkness
In which the light seems far away
[Lead]
No justice
Blamed for someone else's deeds
Humiliation
Because they are poor
Treated harshly
[Lead]
Is this what they call the advancement of mankind
Why men want to rule the space
While they can't even solve the problems of the earth
So much said, but so little done
Blinded and devoured by our greed
Facing all the worries of our minds
We can't feel what is happening in the world around us
Turbulence is the reasons which we all must face
Crossing the line of stupidity and discrimination
Is one of the reasons which makes us ignore
The actual state of the moribund
Breaking down their hope to pieces
Destitution increases in front of their own miserable lives
[Repeat chorus]
[Lead]
Days passed
Injured ones dying fast
Marsh temperatures
The whips of cold winds
Are frosting their bodies on the attack
Feeling the rigor mortis stage alive
Reaching to the ultimate muscular paralysis
[Lead]
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Who's Living With That Mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Wakes up to give a damn?
Who here,
Demands to give a helping hand?
And who here,
Knows that peace has a chance?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about their fellowman?
Who here,
Gives their neighbor understanding?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Thinks about what is right?
Who here,
Wants to do that day and night?
And who here,
Prays conflicts and fights
Would end!
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who here,
Lives to dance and sing?
Who here,
Lives to hear the birds singing?
And who here,
Lives their life just to give?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that mission?
And who here,
Wants the bleeding done by man...
To end and please them?
Who's living with that mission?
Who's living with that,
As ambition?
To live to give as a mission?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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A World Unaware
There is a world so unaware, of what looms beyond earth out there,
So caught up in living they can’t see, when it’s over there’s eternity.
Men are duped by the prince of the air, and so busy they don’t care.
For all of us who have believed, it’s our duty to help those deceived.
We get so busy we become unaware; of a fire missing called we care,
A fire in our hearts, deep inside, that is lit by Christ, when we abide.
And when Christ lights that fire, His compassion becomes our desire.
So we can help unbelievers to see, the Truth from God about eternity.
Truth is essential for all men to know, when choosing which way to go,
Down many roads with many bends, my friend, there are only two ends.
What may seem like a pleasant path, can lead you right to God’s Wrath,
While the one that seems not to entice, could lead you right to Paradise.
You can not follow worldly guides; you must follow a God who is Wise,
God’s Word is very frank my friend, in that every life will one day end.
It’s destined for man to once die, then face judgment from God on high,
And my friend it is a sure certainty, that every man will face an eternity.
If you trust your life to Jesus Christ, like the thief, you’ll enter Paradise.
But if you pursue a worldly desire, you will be cast into the Lake of Fire.
Without Christ you will eternally die, for our Eternal God does not lie.
But end this earthly life with Christ, and you shall receive Eternal Life.
Death is not a place of ease, as unbelievers are sent right to Hades,
This is a place of pain and torment, as you wait for Eternal Judgment.
And death my friend is truly a curse, as Hell in eternity is even worse.
So what do you have to lose, by making Life the choice you choose?
When I Think Of Myself As Dead
WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF AS DEAD
When I think of myself as dead
I think of what it will mean for my loved ones
I pray they will not lose heart and hope because of it-
When my father died my brother lost hope-
When I think of myself dead
I wonder about God and God�s purpose
Is there really an afterlife?
What could it mean?
Will I meet again those who have gone before me?
When I think of myself dead
I think about a body in the ground
Worms eating it, cold paining it-
When I think of myself as dead
I think about never feeling anything again-
When I think about myself as dead
I think about the work I have left behind
And whether it will mean anything to anyone
And for how long-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of all the memories that will go with me
I think about nothing and more nothing and the end of the universe-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of life going on down below
Life with all its beauty and pain
And I pray and I pray again
My loved ones will be able to manage and make their own lives still happy
When I think of myself as dead
I pray to G-d
That somehow in some way
It will not be the end for me forever.
When I think of myself as dead
I think of myself as living again somehow
In a way I cannot now know-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Matter What the Temperature
Whatever time you wish it to be...
It never seems the right time for that time!
Since 'that' time wished and wanted,
Has long been gone.
Without a moment of it,
Hesitating long.
Whatever dream you missed,
Reminisced hoping it makes a reappearance...
On a dream list picked.
From a memory lifted.
Forget it!
You will never be pleased,
Having both doubts AND memories.
The time now that is lived,
Has to be lived in the moment it is given.
Sitting in a rut to give up hope,
In smothered despair...
Delivers just that.
Prepared frustrations.
Living in torment transmitted,
That sucks breath from life...
Is death.
No matter what the temperature of it is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just let Go
I knew of torment once
so long ago, was that me back then
suffering in pain, I was forced to do things
I could never remember
I was forced to be someone
outside of my own
I don’t like to say
or remember back then
how it hurt me to even just breath
the agony you feel the pain unreal
how can a child bear witness
to this torment and pain
to be torn into two
like a rag doll of old
the memories are real
they made me a women of today
but to block out the terror
the screams and hands
that lay waste to my soul
its more than I can bare
its more than I can say
how to make you understand
the innocence of a child
taken from them without remorse
without regret and the child not knowing
she was too young to know
of the horrors drawn from her that day
not understanding she would live
she would breath only to live her life
like a zombie instead
but the torture of living
and breathing each day
was something she learned
alone in the dark never really knowing
all she had to do was reach out and touch
loved ones and friends
So where do you say
you know agony and pain
have you lived through a year
of torture and pain
Have you been held so tight
you can’t breathe you can’t move
you move to your left your crushed real tight
you move to your right your crushed tighter still
then a hand covers mouth
stopping you to scream or shout
then hear every day don’t tell or be dead
I’ve walked away from this memory of old
and I've learnt to be strong
and just let it go
poem by Kaila George
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Never Forget
It's the dead of the night and she wakes up screaming
But her terror doesn't end when she's done dreaming
She re-closes her eyes and all she sees is your face
Bringing her back to that time and place
When you forced her way into her front door
Took all her possessions, still you wanted more
Grabbed her by the arms, forced her to the bed
You left her body but you'll never leave her head
Never forget, never walk away
Pain, regret, 'till her dying day
He was very young but he knew when to hide
He didn't recognize the smell of booze
But could see it in your eyes
He swore when he was older he'd get his revenge
But he never got the change cause you left when he was ten
Now he walks the streets with hatred in his eyes
A needle in his veins, a head so full of lies
All his wounds have healed, scars still mark the flesh
Drugs numb the pain but hell never forget
How do you sleep at night?
What gave you the right?
Destroying other peoples lives
Only their pain will survive
Never forget
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Being Dead
They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.
But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream
and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'
'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'
She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'
'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know
life is gone from you now, the book is closed.
'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'
'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.
She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.
'What is going on where am I? ' she said.
They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;
'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'
She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '
'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'
If, if what.' she said.
'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,
That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'
Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?
'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'
'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'
'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'
'All this time? ', she said.
How long have I been dead? '
'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'
'Five years! ' she said incredulously.
'Yes five years.' he said.
'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'
'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'
Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '
She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..
'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '
'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'
'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.
'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?
They did not answer.
'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.
Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Year after the Tsunamis...
The seas had plunged their monstrous hands
of ghastly death o’er peaceful shores,
and smothered lives of innocent men,
women and children by the scores:
By walls of giant waves so quick
that leapt higher than all palm-trees;
and took with it their possessions;
and left behind a salty land,
unfit for growing crops or grass;
A stench of corpses, carcasses;
Destroyed buildings; huts; tenements;
Inundating miles of coastal
Villages, towns, beaches, groves.
Oh, what a ruthless nature’s act!
Afilled by fear belies the minds
and hearts grief-torn beyond repair;
The few survivors eke a life
of despair, shock, desolation;
A flurry of questions flashes
through minds wounded and horror-struck:
Why did God allow these tragic things?
Why has Nature turned so cruel to man?
Is man to blame in part or whole?
Was it an act of Satan then?
Why hell unleashed upon the earth?
A year has passed off now after
Tsunamis caused death, destruction;
Those horrible moments are etched
indelibly in minds of those
who escaped death by luck/ providence;
Life is turning to normalcy
but the sad memories linger;
The lives of near and dear ones who
were swallowed by the seas forev’r;
The fishermen use boats unhappily;
Fear fills their minds, their eyes by tears;
The sea is littered by mere junk;
The wounds of heart will heal slowly;
The world renews its prayerful pleas
to God to calm the treacherous seas;
Man cannot win the wars against
Mother Nature’s intense furies;
Align must man with her in harmony;
God must be less unkind with rod;
God’s love for man must more prevail;
Man must obey God’s tenets without fail;
May the earthly stay be less cruel;
God, this is our fervent prayer-
Plea for a peaceful life on earth;
O Jesus Lord, Rebuke the waves
and calm the seas on stormy days;
Guide man’s destiny on the earth;
When Satan tries to spread chaos,
What can poor man do all alone?
God’s the answer to man’s travail.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-12-2005
poem by John Celes
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Death is.....
Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY
poem by Angelique Paniagua
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Totally Lost
I
With someone new to adore,
you are constantly
haunting me
as if at times you can penetrate through death
but sometimes I know that I am fabricating it
and for years you are out of my life
but sometimes I cannot get you out of my thoughts
before you jump into my heart again
as if you are not peaceful
on the other side
and in my sorrow and in life's coldness
I am stranded here
and you find no kind of relief
in the late night's big silence.
II
In the late night's big silence
my thoughts are at times with you,
while the big separation brings a chill
while I keep clinging to memories.
You are much too far from me
and your whole humanity
cannot stay here,
and it appears at times when I read your old letters,
when you are like a flower to me
that could grow in the earth of my soul
but death has divided us
and untimely you were pruned away in your prime
and still your absence cuts through me like a raw cry,
sometimes it's much better not to know about you.
III
Sometimes it's much better not to know about you,
to totally wipe out that which was between us
to forget the memories and passion
as if nothing had been
to cause your presence to eternally fade away,
to let each memory slowly pine away,
to stop me from daring in my dreams
to search for you to appear
and I am in a world where yours are divided from mine,
where I have got to keep to the here and now,
where I have to know that we are in separate places
and I am aware of this reality
that destiny cruelly rips lives apart with her claws;
my whole world was where you went
IV
My whole world was where you went
and in you I found my rest and joy
while you were with me as my darling
but life had devoured it far too suddenly
while my existence was anchored to you,
while our things was limitless deep
and we both were trusting on God
while now alone I search for answers,
where without you I see a new tomorrow,
while suddenly pain cuts unexpectedly through me
and I in despair try to cling
to the little that remain of you
and forever we are separate from each other,
you are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow.
V
You are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow
and no stranger asks about you or walks past,
there are people dressed in black
everywhere in the church around me
and everyone is disenchanted
where they are mourning
and it's as if nothing can break through the darkness
that appears about you a pretty girl, already a woman
and suddenly the minister starts talking at the front,
the sexton walks to the back and asks: 'who is lying here? '
his voice resounds through the whole church
and he gets no answer.
The service passes much too quickly;
I feel like I can fight against God.
VI
I feel like I can fight against God,
I cannot really know,
why some people lead longer lives
and for others life is measured out into darkness,
still less I know for what I am searching,
something stays just out of my reach
as if it is involved with the things that are happening
and just when I look it's already gone,
it's just beyond the bright blue
as if I am living with an incomplete purpose
where I am almost seeing it, it's almost in my thoughts
but I cannot see or feel it
and I know that something terrible is wrong,
where everything eventually becomes chaos.
VII
Where everything eventually becomes chaos,
where the whole world are waiting on disintegration,
I wonder what makes me languish
for new life, for the rain that pours down?
What lets me hope that very soon
a glorious age, a glorious day will appear
on the other side of the dark night
while everything around me with time collapses?
Now I hope to have someone else again,
that your life and hours of pain disappear
and again I want to begin with someone anew,
while I stay trusting that the answers lie in the hands of God,
while I believe that the sun will shine on me again
with someone new to adore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dead Cheese
Hand me the cheese, please.
Mutter the manger to sleep in.
I eat much more than you,
Glimmering like a morbid girl.
Dead are elements too cold,
Living in death and ruin
As the cargoes of government
Lead the people into trade with height.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rwandan Elegy
Rwandan Elegy
The foul stench of burning flesh permeates the air,
Rotten, putrefying bodies lie in the baking sun,
Bright crimson death everywhere,
Frightened masses on the run
Wide-eyed terror on the prowl,
Africa rent asunder,
Can be seen Death’s scowl,
Sheer madness in Rwanda
Frenzied killing unabated,
A fevered orgy of blood,
Hate and bloodlust not sated,
A vile and incessant flood
Machete’s a-glint in the firelight,
Dark night knows no end,
Rampant death beneath stars bright,
The victims’ souls ascend
Sculpted in lifeless repose,
Torn bodies and silent screams,
The legion of dead in abject throes,
Naught can ever the killers redeem
And, where must be asked, was the World?
When they were needed the most,
Why were their actions not most bold?
Why was saving lives not topmost?
And today, the land lies sullied in shame,
The rabid killers remain unbowed,
The dark pall of hate still silently aflame,
And beyond, a menacing cloud
But perhaps, as if from the ashes of the dead,
Rwanda can rise once more,
To assuage the blood, terror and dread,
And embrace “Peace” forevermore!
poem by Ross DixPeek
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Kicked A Dog To Death
When that hound
Came around
The first time
It was wagging its tail
We were all smiles
We were all smitten
No one could know
I'd kick the dog to death
Oh when we lay out on the beach
Burning in the sun
The wind playing tricks
On the heat we thought we felt
Another of nature's illusions
There was no way of knowing
There was no way to guess
I'd kick that dog to death
I made a joke
You made a mess
And we both lay in bed
Eyes wide and hearts beating
Trying to focus my thoughts
You were trying to focus your thoughts
But we would have never thought
I'd kick a dog to death
I was living
You were living
We were breathing
Like it was all we knew to do
You were staring
My mind was snapping
Like it was all I knew to do
The dog was barking
The day descending
Like it was all it knew to do
I heard it growling
I heard you screaming
And my body answered the moment
And I kicked a dog to death
In those slow beating moments
Right there on the pavement
All the sounds of the world faded out
The contrast of the colours increased
You were on mute in my head
But you were saying something
Over and over
On mute in my head
As the dog lay there dead
I was living
You were living
We were breathing
Like it was all we knew to do
The dog was bleeding
The pavement darkening
Like it was all it knew to do
The sound slowly came back
The colours returned
Like it was all they knew to do
Waking that morning
We could never have known
We would never have guessed
I'd kick a dog to death
The moments before it
All erased
The years before it
All erased
When I kicked a dog to death
Like it was all I knew to do...
(2008)
poem by B. Alexander
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I Want to Forget You
I want to forget you
I feel completely defeated
I want to forget you
Like you never existed
Yet you still haunt me out of the blue
I am trapped in a loop
Addicted to you the cook-a-hoop
Sweet and sour you are by the hour
Forgetting you seems beyond my power
Unexpectedly you still torment me for true
Those times we had that were passionate
When time itself seemed completely endless
Kisses between us brewed amongst many a love debate
While our body to body embraces bore life to gladness
But I want to forget you
Start my life anew
But I want to forget you
And find a love that is true
But I want to forget you
For that moment is now due
I want to forget the smiles and tears
And all the blissful months and years
When we built lovely castles in the air
Constantly bathing in a loving atmosphere
I want to abandon you in my house of thoughts
I want to dissolve you in my liquidated vein
No pain- no gain is insane
A sentimental nonsense of the brain
I want to forget you!
I want to forget you!
Like the night forgets the sun
Erase away our memories of fun
If only you knew
The pain I felt once we were through
In you my heart once rejoiced
Now forgetting you is not a choice
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hunting Humans (Lyrics)
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every evening
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans...
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Piece By Piece
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
You have no choice of life or death
My face you will not see
I'll rip your flesh 'till there's no breath
Dismembered destiny
As soon as life has left your corpse
I'll make you part of me
No emotion
Death is all I see
Modulistic terror
A vast sadistic feast
The only way to exit
Is going piece by piece
Bones and blood lie on the ground
Rotten limbs lie dead
Decapitated bodies found
On my wall
song performed by by Slayer from Reign In Blood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Silence please
If you don’t prefer honourable death,
If you have courage and enough wealth
Then come here and admit in hospital,
In no time your body will have rose petal,
We have distinction of sending you to heaven,
In other places you may not have chances even,
Here we have all the facilities to rush at eleven,
Rest be assured services at low ebb and proven,
Our doctors get beating all the time,
Not the service but the money goal prime,
We respect people’s bashing and wrath,
Even window panes and glasses crash,
This doesn’t represent anything bad,
You come in happy mood and depart as sad,
Even healthy prefer to stay here and go mad,
What for we are here in white cloths clad?
You will not know what organ has disappeared,
Body all normal with no stitches appeared,
Some times nothing performed and sealed,
Scissors, towel, glove inside concealed,
How many die unnatural and get noticed?
At least we take out organ and go unnoticed,
Both the ways the death seems so natural,
But we receive beatings and abuses oral,
May be this not good place for living dead?
After all we combine together and operation head,
Living may find place on the floor,
Simple reason we can’t show the door,
Many poor may not have fan,
It’s possible no money and can,
But for dead we have A/C room,
For final departure and life’s doom
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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