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The Morning Paper

Carnage!
Humanity disgraced!
Time's dearest toil effaced!
Poison gases and flame
Putting Nero to shame!
Bayonet, bomb and shell!
Merry reading for hell!
The wickedness! the waste!
Courage!
To gain their fiery goal,
Some crumbling, blood-soaked knoll,
How fearlessly they fling
Their flesh to suffering,
Offer their ardent breath
To gasping, shuddering death!
O miracle of soul!

poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Masaccre

The most horrible crime against humanity is...

The butchery of innocent victims

slaughtered in hundreds without mercy.

This carnage of humans

evident annihilation of the weak.

Mass murder is executed by terrorists;

masterminded by dictators who order the mass execution.

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poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Daydream

I see it there.
A distant world
still far away, but clear.
The picture grows...

A cleaner world
refreshed by Eco-Revolution,
long left behind the carnage
of human evolution.

Nature rules the planet.
Her's the final power.
Civilizations rise and fall,
she out reigns them all.

Her ancient wisdom and harmony
with us through eternity,
to guide us in our quest
for a paradise on earth.

poem by Angela Michel
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Ethical Rape

Everywhere I look, there's an ethical rape.
Churches come first
Bend and fall at the hands
Of their angry oppressors
Sacred sacraments
Are grabbed from behind
Dragged into the alley
And torn to pieces
Bleeding bloody visceral
Carnage all around
The glistening rull of science
Dominates the skyline
All values are dead
No one cares like they used to
Everything's gone
Everything's become
Ethical rape.

poem by Leon Agnew
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Invading The Hills

The hill men shied from us,
As natives they worked far too hard,
Lax and unbearable, solid and concrete,
The hills and mountains were their home.
And their entrance was an exit,
And the huts made passes at us.

Only one on the sloping ground caressed
The joyous images of my own,
The hills were sounding like war and carnage,
A shrine had collapsed from the head,
The chiefs swore their allegiance to us afterwards.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Our Lady With A Lamp

Romance image centred
solitary shining light;
glowing beacon blazing
angelic in delirious night;
shimmer linen lamp glow
shrine associations shrive;
mourn most assorted supplanted
absolved patients disease died.

Despite loving nurse care tendered
wounds infected could not survive;
in enfilade unhygienic carnage age
of gross medical delinquency...
Nightingale's matronly heart saintly
balm in experiences rendered ugly.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Verdun

In the field where flowers grow,
the dead lay buried far below.
The war they fought is over now.
Peace may they find at last,
beneath the fields that once run red,
with the blood of half a million dead.
The land is now peaceful and tranquil there,
no more carnage does it share,
no more thunder of dropping shells,
or the cries and tortured yells.
Just the ghosts of men who fought,
and died before their time.

(22 May 2007)

poem by David Harris
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The Furlough Is Done

I tarried amongst
the mediocre and superficial
hoping to thaw in the farce,
but there was no glory nor grace
in sedating with injectable faith

Now I paced into the carnage
with svelte gentle legs
because no matter how the splinters break
this fervor to burn cannot be staid

The furlough is done
and all is purged in the abeyance,
empty handed, I left everything behind
as I approach what's in front of me
with an undaunted loaded gun

poem by Norman Santos
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Reconciliation

WORD over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be
utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly
wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world:
... For my enemy is dead--a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin--I draw
near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the
coffin.

poem by Walt Whitman
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Peace

The angel of death
in shock and awe
stands, perplexed

While terrorized
hysterically, a dog
looks around,
limping
falling
and rising
again

Bodies burning
turning coal
thick,
blackened
ghostlike smoke
unceasingly fueled
on flesh and
bone...

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poem by Ata Khan
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