'The Murderous',2021 Poem by S. Rashad

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The invasion by fifty three nations.
To install fear onto the land


Whom captured by debt
creating lakes of blood
Aggressive abroad + despotic at home
Whom shall fall from within

Holding territories all over
To secure democracy
To not value it's citizens
A focus on abuses (bodies)

Raping Central America
for it's resources
Only to claim no involvement

People today become romancers
Whom shall worship external sources
watched by industrial guard dogs
Whom does not realize yet

Though this earth
is a paradise + landscapes
inhabited by cancerous human beings

Profit over people:
If you take
what Earth naturally provides
you'll be locked away
By those hidden behind logos
With much we've failed to see

The brink of collapse
groped by great contradictions
as other operations expand
Like a flawed application
of species evolution--
A demoralization process completed

Depriving the innocent
of medical supplies
Thus the poor have much to lose
Paying in blood for reactionary games
of their elected leaders
Babies living in graveyards
Civilians dig foxholes + Gunfire
screaming peace is a lie
Rubbish streets of Happyland Tondo
Partisan politics warping perceptions--
Toyota supporting all sides since 1995

Can we stop calling them
The United Nations?
Because there's no real
regime change interventionism
U.S. geopolitical influence
holds no kind of flame
towards noble humanitarian goals
Contrary to dominating and mistreating

Religious + zealots say victim mentality
Facts say hunger related illness,
whispers a child soldier
forcefully conscripted and used
by a Western backed warlord
Sounds to me like victims of imperialism
Spotlighted by the examination
of octopushed power structures

To The Person Sitting In Darkness
Here. To give the radio signals
their first big break.
Every marginalized population
has incredible resilience and strength
Even after justice be denied
And trauma in untold history,
featuring a painting of John Bull

With light unto civilization
rationales are reality
Pretending to be a savage
doesn't heal the holes of hearts
For no healing, comes no learning
Villages deserted + streets still burning
Challenged to live then sit with it
The grid Earth smashed apart
Whom truly carries compassion


The invasion by fifty three nations.
Rich in oil and bombs--