|Best Poems About / On MURDER
Ballade of a Special Edition
He comes; I hear him up the street--
Bird of ill omen, flapping wide
The pinion of a printed sheet,
His hoarse note scares the eventide.
Of slaughter, theft, and suicide
He is the herald and the friend;
Now he vociferates with pride--
A double murder in Mile End!
A hanging to his soul is sweet;
His gloating fancy's fain to bide
Where human-freighted vessels meet,
And misdirected trains collide.
With Shocking Accidents supplied,
He tramps the town from end to end.
How often have we heard it cried--
A double murder in Mile End.
War loves he; victory or defeat,
So there be loss on either side.
His tale of horrors incomplete,
Imagination's aid is tried.
Since no distinguished man has died,
And since the Fates, relenting, send
No great catastrophe, he's spied
This double murder in Mile End.
Fiend, get thee gone! no more repeat
Those sounds which do mine ears offend.
It is apocryphal, you cheat,
Your double murder in Mile End.
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Eyes Invisible watching,
Spirit Supreme groaning...
Heart Almighty mourning...
While supporters of unborn murder
Give silent or loud shouts
To destroy innocent lives.
No word defends
Unborn murder stands!
Barbaric madness and error,
To the unborn babes' terror...
Having deranged self-love -
The inexorable hinderer
Of sweet reason;
Devoid of reason and love...
Of sweeping violence
On snowflakes of innocence...
In lies and crimes;
Blood-guilty rejecters of God!
Know nothing of God, of love...
For love brings forth only
What is worthy of love.
Have you forgotten His Blood,
Shed for offspring of the womb
Owing to His Love?
Love - the life of the soul...
While pro-murder candidates
And the inclement fans -
Stand all deadly wrong...
Beware when facing
The Author and Finisher of Life
There shall be no joyous song
For being unyieldingly wrong!
To reform thought before facing God,
And voiceless victims' flood...
Bought costly with Savior's Blood...
To be horrified by their agony and terror
Owing to your heartless error...
Unceasing in their misfortune,
Supporters of insupportable -
Murdering their own souls...
Allowing irreversible crimes
For perverted political goals!
Beware... God casts the final ballot!
Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
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What does that make you?
If you work in capital punishment what does that make you?
If you kill a murderer I think thats murder too.
If you hurt some one would you expect it to be returned?
But from your point of view that hurt would have been earned.
I agree they should be punished, I really, really do,
But I also think we should help them to get through.
Do you really consider all of their concerns?
Or do you think: murder, now its their turn.
Murder is an intentional killing in the laws sight,
Just because capital punishment is in the law doesnt make it right.
Its just like a policeman breaking the law,
And the authorities turn a blind eye lacking awe.
If they are not justified to their discrepancies,
Do you think our crime sentences really should be?
We should be punished for our major illegal wrongs,
But if they arent then justice in society does not belong.
Because if we as a society lets capital murder carry through,
Just sit and ask yourself what does that really make you?
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Tiller-Baby Killer-Got What He Deserved
Can't say I'm sorry
'Cause I'm not
As a father
As a parent
As one of his many victims
I'm more than happy to have heard
At long last the monster is gone
My wife did't want our kid
So she went to him and got him to help her murder my boy
Blew my world apart
When I finally got her to break down and admit too late
My last chance to have a son was gone
And now all I can say about the man responsible is....
May he rot eternally in hell alongside every woman who has ever gone to him for help in doing his devil's work
A bullet was too quick, too clean
He deserved far worse
A slower, more painful, drawn out death
A lingering, hours on end torture
Like nothing any human being on earth has ever been put through
How rightous, how glorious that would have been
To hear him screaming and begging for mercy just like those innocent little ones he murdered
Crying out but never finding any mercy
There's a special place in hell for men like him and the selfish tramps that go to killers like him
With any luck this change some laws and make murder....I mean abortion against the law
The way it should have always been
This is war and like good soliders we all must fight
To the very end
Not just for our rights
But for the rights as well of those innocent children that are being murdered everyday by abortion docs and whore mothers
Can I get an amen? !
2009 Ramona Thompson
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