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Poem Details | by suze suze |
Categories: conflict, grief, immigration,

immigration crisis

now years later,
walking down those rubble and dirt,
which creak in agony,
i am reminded of that innocent face,
which once washed cold ashore,
on a bloody dreadful day,
when the world stood still.



Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: bereavement, dream, immigration,

SHAME OF HUMANITY




Aylan's little body, has been drowned

His soul in heavens, bitter was found

As humanity for certain, feels no shame

For noone is ready, to take the blame.*



(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
     04 September 2015


* Tribute to the little Kurdish boy (3 year old) that was drowned in the Aegean sea, along with his mother (27) and older brother (5)  during his family's effort to reach Greece.

Poem Details | by Mel Brake |
Categories: death, depression, fear, hate, heartbroken, immigration, sad,

Death of Hope

America has lost hope
Americans cannot cope
America replaced a former President’s hope
With an American billionaire dope

America has lost the world globe
America has isolated and deported citizens with military on probe
America was once a Statue of Liberty with shining light strobe
But with a fool in the White House America is deplorable

America has lost a child’s hope
America has lost a child’s dream of playfulness rope-a-dope dope
America has lost its place and setting and its promise
America is the death of hope

Poem Details | by Les Pruitt |
Categories: abuse, allah, america, betrayal, child, conflict, confusion, culture, death, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, children, god, grief, immigration, international, loss, march, memory, missing you, my child, my children, pain, peace, political, spiritual,

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: absence, angst, art, creation, emotions, grave, history, imagination, immigration, inspiration, mystery, mythology, nostalgia, race, religious, society, spiritual,

CIL MAOLCHEADAIR

    CIL MAOLCHEADAIR   (Kilmalkedar)
On such an Irish spring and drizzle morn,
she wandered through the graveyard, looking for
the Celtic dream from which her past was born,
and every sight brought her to wanting more;

she dreamt her roots from carvings on a stone
as if she understood each chip as real,
passed down to only her, and her alone,
from pagan worship she could almost feel;

and she could bundle them within her mind
to share with Pennsylvania kith and kin,
perhaps the magic, if still there to find,
would be an understanding where they've been;

and she will burn her candles every night,
hoping Kilmalkedar will make it right.
       ©  ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Mike Grant |
Categories: confidence, courage, emotions, england, fire, food, for him, friend, funeral, grandfather, immigration, inspirational, jealousy, life,

Pinned Down By A Million Pounds

Erratic behavior is on the verge 
There's going to be a dramatic surge
Morality is at an all-time low
In this crazy twisted show, don't ya know
The ups and the downs with the crazy clowns
Being Pinned down by a million pounds
Living like a scrounge in a crazy town
Always Bound by that evil sound
Yelling at the sky and asking why
Anger is an issue that we can't deny
The shady characters in the dark
Sneaking up on you like a shark  
Human parts being picked apart
Taking a left instead of going straight
Going to fast need to hit the brakes
One bad mistake is all it takes
Darkness is coming at an alarming rate

Poem Details | by edward johnson |
Categories: america, bereavement, bible, black african american, business, immigration, jesus,

Due Process

The murder get due process
The rapist get due process
The predator get due process
But an illegal immigrant cannot 
get due process
Where is the justice

Have we become a
Nation of lawless
People
God forbid

Lord I am a descendents
of force immigrants
Slaves
Help the people who "want" to be here

Poem Details | by Mike Grant |
Categories: celebration, confidence, death of a friend, fantasy, friendship, immigration, inspirational,

Dark Side

You cant trust many people outside your inner circle anymore 
There minds are toxic souls catastrophic
They mine as well be wearing purple the color of the darkside 
On the back of a horse riding on the outside

Poem Details | by fauxcroft wade |
Categories: children, death, heart, immigration, sorrow,

Anyone that had a heart

Anyone who had a heart

Would feel the pain that I feel,

Every time I see the bodies of children

Laying on the streets of bombed out buildings,

Anyone who had a heart would like me be feeling

That this can't continue and this must definitely end.

Anyone who had a heart would understand that,

To tear families apart by taking people's children,

Is not acceptable, not even if you are the government,

Putting these kids in to detention

Is just a crime that deserves severe punishment,

By anyone who truly has a heart,

So look to yourself and don't be afraid to ask

Do I have a heart?

Poem Details | by KAMRAN RASHID |
Categories: bereavement, death of a friend, freedom, growing up, humanity, immigration, international,

The Mourning Mountains

The oppression echoes all around the valleys 
The injustice walks out all around the alleys 
Being born and brought up in Kashmir
I have seen a lot happening in Kashmir
The unidentified graves and those naives
The burning windows and all half-widows
The curfews, crackdowns and all threats  
The mountains mourning on innocent deaths