cruelty poems

Legacy | Carl Wade Thompson

Let’s talk about legacy,
your legacy Mr. President.
A Peace Prize to your name,
you dealt death in foreign lands.
Pakistan has fond memories,
they are sure to have.
Over 900 innocents killed—accidently.
Another 100 civilians in Yemen.
400 in Somalia,
180 in Afghanistan.
Let’s not mention the children,
that’s a real bummer.
So when your library is built,
let their ghosts haunt it.
Because the dead will remember,
Their memory will judge you.
No pomp, no circumstance,
their blood is on your hands.
Just another killer in the fold,
let the dead speak.

Steven Foster Mnuchin | Stan Morrison

Laughter has been banned indefinitely
Preparing for King Donnie’s Corona-tion
Junior is the heir apparent to the throne
Everyone is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
Donnie is still longing for complete exoneration
For exterminating all the Old Folks At Home

Slave Master | Ndifreke George

He never repeats a word
Yet the deaf must hear,
Cruelty and violence
Are his best attributes.
My face is well-coloured
By his supposed romantic touches
His roaring voice
Scares me out of my rat hole
And I stand to salute
Every whistle and call
Yet when he speaks again, Mr. Dandy,
The same slave remains the succor
The bin he dumps and spills alkaline milk into
More often than pleasantries,
Comes the reply, “Copy that”!
Just because I answer to his name.

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