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 Feb 2018
Walter W Hoelbling
the 19th SCHOOL shooting in the USA in 48 days

the gun lobby is lying low
the president
     surprise
avoids a straight comment

17 school children dead
because in the land of the free
any psychopath can buy
a semiautomatic without problems
and vent his frustrations and fears
in a shooting spree

home schooling is on the rise
for better or worse

what do you call a president
who is unwilling
    or unable
    to protect
the health and security
of his people?

LOSER!!!
Apropos the terrible school massacre in Parkland, February 2018
 Feb 2018
Bob B
A day of love, a day of hearts:
Valentine's Day, twenty eighteen.
The day started out like any other
But ended in a horrific scene.

Students in Parkland, Florida,
Shared their valentines today.
A former student entered the school
To celebrate in a different way.

An AR-15 assault-style rifle
Was that student's valentine.
Killing and hurting students and teachers
Was his version of "Please be mine."

All it takes is a single person
To drag a special day through the mud.
Roses and hearts with Cupid's arrow
Lie on the ground, splattered with blood.

Are we failing our people here?
When shootings occur, we ask for prayers
Instead of taking appropriate measures.
What a sad state of affairs!

Most of us enjoy our day;
Our lives return to normal tomorrow.
Valentine's Day for people in Parkland
Forever will be suffused with sorrow.

-by Bob B (2-14-18)
 Jan 2018
Paul Hansford
Even from behind the glass,
you can smell the chemical
that keeps the moths away.
A vast mound of matted sheep’s wool
you would say, except (they assure you)
it is original, all two tons of it,
the human hair that was left
unused at the end.
The rest went for socks
to keep workers’ feet warm.
All grey now, sixty years on, it has aged
as those that owned it never did.
They went naked to the shower room,
clutching the soap
they would never use,
and then to the ovens.
A lorry’s engine drowned the screams,
and the Governor’s wife tended her flowers,
making a garden “like paradise.”
This is at least the fourth major re-write of this poem .  "A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
 Jan 2018
Tammy M Darby
Ask Germany for they surely know
The tales of Heil ******, death and gray snow
As the blonde Fraulein's with blue eyes
Strolled the avenues inviting and slow.
Delicate flakes kissed the putrid air
  Neath their feet lay the ashes of innocent souls
The ****** winds of approaching war and salvation would blow.

Oh Germany my liebchen
There is no denial
Mitt dear you were patriotically complacent
Turning your eyes away in shame
Pretending you could not face it

Sipping schnaps ignoring and abetting the genocide from afar
In warm cafes that closed its doors tightly shut
Smugly shunning the arm branded gold stars

6 million and counting were blindly lead to slaughter
There was no preference
Only Jews non human
Beneath their feet
It was of little matter.

Cast your eyes to the floor
For my lady you most surely did know
When the smell of fresh death filled your nostrils
Drifting down from tall stacks
  The scent of pungent thick gray snow

Some would feign surprise
Others of course truly were
But those touched by evil
Denied ****** freely committed and known  
Whence sprang the fire source
The smell of charred flesh
Into the sky ablaze the souls arose  
So came the infamous days
Of falling gray snow.

Tammy M. Darby Jan. 17, 2018.
 Jan 2018
Seema
The wind pours the sorries
Of my wandering past
Gently brushing away my worries
As I ran fast
Into the dense forest
Where solitude is in abundance
So I can finally put my thoughts to rest
Atleast for once
The tears drop on dead leaves
As I lay down on the ground
No one ever believes
I hope I am never found
For trust is all I did
Making sure I was heard
Hearing people bid
On me, made me really scared
I am a poor village girl
Away from the metro life
Here people gather and sell
Today, I am standing on a knife
I am a human, am I not
Weak and fragile, innocent and naive
I have never fought
But today, I am featured on what I can give
My mouth is taped
But my eyes screams and speaks
I heard women are bought and *****
God, save me from these freaks
A fight broke off surprisingly
And a stampede quickly stormed around
People killing mercilessly
So much blood on the ground
I ran, ran as fast as a deer
In the night, out of everyone's sight
Trembling with fear
Until I reached a height
What happened next, I had no clue
Fluttering my eyes after hours
All I could see was blue
And rays of sunshine showers
A hand so gentle touched my face
An old lady, with a generous smile
Safe was I, from the bid race
Yes I ran quite a mile
I just wish other girls are safe like me
From the ruthless monstrous beings
But I am glad, I am alive to see
My fluttering new wings...

©sim
A fictional write. Spilling imagination. But I felt some truth while writing, like in some countries, this may be happening with a very horrific ending. "New Fluttering Wings" means a new beginning to life :)
 Jan 2018
Troy
I'm alone in a world I don't understand.
As
Politicians line their pockets with the graves of our young women and men.
When will it all
end
My brother a  
Marine lies in a grave
As the rain washes it away
Just a number
Another body
For the politicians to line their pockets with.

A simple fact.

not one remembers
His name.
 Dec 2017
Traveler
Anti surrender
Captured off guard
Forced enlistment
Slavery or starve
These are your choices
Hail to the King
Or get off your assets
And live your own dreams!
Traveler Tim
Marry X-mas!!!
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