Poems About: MURDER

there it stands tall beside a nipa house
its branches all cut
the climbing lichen and moss shall soon die
at noonday read more »

A long, long walk,
Madiba.
More than A Long Walk
To Freedom. read more »

On the drug Menace


Drugs, drugs, drugs, read more »

My sences have left me, they have gone on the run

Gonna buy me some bullets and a powerful gun read more »

I am Sarah Malcolm -
yes, the one they call “the Irish Laundress”
and the jury found me guilty of the murders
(the Infamous Murderess) read more »

The bougainvillea weeps petals on the street,
cobblestones are red with tears.
Much care is needed treading cobblestones
more now that I may murder tears. read more »

The gun does not make you a hero.
The flag you bear, does not give you an automatic right.
To shoot anyone you see fit,
Anyone you catch on sight. read more »

But is it not murder was part of humanity for thousands years past.
It was but a need control that made murder wrong.
Civilized is the name of the control, for how many would really think twice about killing someone if the laws of those ties didn't exist. read more »

Does not brave slain blood of Wilfred
Owen cry out from battlefield ground?
Testify his faith a pacifist is God’s way
They lie who claim say a coward’s way read more »

Yes, I was a transgressor
And I have broken all nine
Except the morbid one on murder
For I cannot stand the sight of blood read more »

I rowed my oars to reach your profound love
The air I've flown like a dove from above
I have crossed a desert so desolate
In order to attain love sweet to taste. read more »

THERE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE KNOWN DAILY HORRORS

I have had a relatively easy life-
There are those who have known daily horrors read more »