All Human | HR Creel
When they hang us
like stars or moons
beat us like livestock
lead us around by our necks
lay us down like an enemy’s
babies for a long sleep
when they do such things
we must say
we are all human
see my eye and your eye.
inhumanity poems
Losing It | Nate Maye
Little by little,
In each hanging
In each ugly word
They lose it bit by bit,
Ideals they once carried
Promises they made,
Lost in the tide
Of their surging hatred.
Wrong Place Wrong Time | Judy Moskowitz
A lunatic in the sky
With schizophrenic rage
Has made landfall,
The cone of ferocity
Has grown with the wind,
Spinning and swallowing
Anything in its path,
Innocent bodies left askew
As we revisit the inhumane
On CNN in replay replay replay
To wash the brain
With liquid fear and rhetoric,
Inducing pain twenty four
Hours a day,
Seduction has taken place
For another schizophrenic
Rage on the train
With a seven inch blade,
No warning,
No time
To say goodbye.
I Am a Poem | Philip C. Abonyi
I am a poem,
a pin pointing to the souls of these butchers,
I am stabbed into stanza by their swords,
I am motherless monkey black to marrow,
Whose body guns work on like harrow.
I am a poem
written with tears and blood of slavery,
Their tongues shall break by my sharp rhymes,
when they sing me with laughter,
and applaud for me growing mushrooms.
I am a poem
turning their heroic tombs to humours,
Where their achievements are labelled crimes,
and their honours are honoured with spittle
from soared mouths of sorrow.
I am a poem, little lyrics
sung with voice of raped mother,
Their guitars are my sister’s heavy breathing,
The drums, my brother’s head breaking,
under the gifts of your guns,
And the bounds of your boots.
I am a poem,
a pin pointing to the souls of these butchers,
I am stabbed into stanza by their swords,
I am motherless monkey black to marrow,
Whose body guns work on like harrow
But I cannot be buried.