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The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flewto southern Israel to predate on soft targets.Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
It Has Been Said That... " Words Paint Pictures "... Well CERTAIN Pictures Reflect FACTS... But CERTAIN Numbers Make Me Wonder... What's The Deal Are These Figures... REAL... ???
As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest. Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress. Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
It Seems That FEAR Is groWING Here ... !!! Because Some People Have Shed TEARS ... !!! TEARS Because A Loved One's GONE .........................................
Man Things Are Now Beyond A JOKE .... !!!!! Is EVERYBODY Taking Coc' ... ?!!!?!!!? Cos' Those Who Do Deserve To CHOKE ... !!!!!!!!
(Pt. III) ... After the 7/7 bombing ... This is the 3rd part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
Pt. II of 3 Poems) After the 7/7 bombing ... This is part 2 of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from .... Well ... HERE WE GO ... !!!!!
After the 7/7 bombing ... This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from .... (BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)
There is no end in site. Stereotypes exist because of..: Muslims who blow things up, Christians who wrongfully judge,
( Based on Manchester Bombing, 2017, and the death of Saffie Roussos. )   "Come on Ashlee, you promised you'd get up and dance!" I look at my little sister, her grin and stubborn stance,
We grew up differently We grew up like no one else Our childhoods were defined by fear They were defined by terror   We grew up knowing nothing but violence
We’ve all done this I’m sure We’ve gotten a chocolate bunny for easter and we’ve taken away it’s protective layers Taken it out of the box We rip off the ears first
I didn't get to see the twins fall, I wasn't even in 1,000 miles of it. I swear I heard people scream, some watching it on tv, some watching it with their own eyes. 
I have a black friend  And I have a white friend 
Brutal chills, death knocking Dearest Mother  Has lost become your name? gone? away? This path that has left us both astray  Searching for my mother has left me down despair  
Oh say can you see  By the dawn’s early light Narcissism and bureaucracy Have distorted our sight   Oh say can you see Our criminal justice system favors the rich
“Oh say! can you see By the dawn’s early light.” A land of inequities, And people cowering in fright. Masses of refugees Come home to this sight.
  For the men who cried and died on 9-ll, whose son was only seven, The planes that crashed and burst into flames, Oh how it was such a shame,
Love thy neighbor Love thy brothers and sisters Believer in Him or not One cannot deny, Love thy neighbor   To love thy neighbor To love thy brothers and sisters One must open their hearts
Dear first language, I have written to you today to announce a list of grievances you have committed against me My Constitution, My Bill of Rights, my haughty Declaration. 1) Devaluing me
The attack of a great fiend, As everything comes to an end, Black smoke fills the sky, Tears fill swollen eyes, Innocence disappears, Through the walls death peers, Fire burns at all costs,
there is no humanity behind these random acts, that took away your sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, mother and fathers
Spittin with hate They seal the fate Of history and people. They burn and bury The humble and merry. Taking the steeple and tower and grinding them to fine powder Oh boy how they deploy
Expression defying oppression Props to Walker, no ordinary talker Given a voice, best choice The pain, rain is entirely insane The actions, attitude inhumane
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause regardless of our skin or domination Our skin is sacred. 
Pray for Belgium Everyday people live in fear Fear of a corrupt society The vital safety among citizens Whose lives are at risk Of attacks from beyond Or from their own nation
There’s a question I want to ask. It’s a small question, and it’s certainly not important. It’s petty, irrelevant.
– Where is the Justice? My feet matches on oil, But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss, Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
I. In All Likeliness   The overweight mid-forties man, In the blue button up and beige cardigan, Pacing between the arrivals board and baggage claim,
Democracy? An illusion Freedom? A delusion How are we supposed to feel  with Isis's intrusion? We're stuck in bad habit while they're organizing their cabinet.
Concocted some bonny memories fourteenth birthday o'thine.
Tell me why, Oh tell me how,We made it through.I remember the shots, the bombs,
A pleasant day, nice and sunny
           Why Don't?      Why don't we unite to stop the wars?
Thousands of runners are almost there They are coming up to the finish line But a danger lurks in the crowd One that no one knows is there Until it’s too late The danger drops a book bag near the finish line
Down down down The souls rise up Stirred by the downpour of fear The planet Crashes on the beautiful grass Birth, first crush That first gig on the boulevard
War on Women  
From the ashes, we rise like Kings. From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs. WIth each broken brick we build a home. Our fate is made in our blood and stone. You may take our bodies,
RUNNING a sport in which the only person you need to beat is yourself
I.  Ascend Out of the Darkness                                                                                                           By Nabila Uddin  
When the world turns, are we turning with it? Or are you standing there like you did last week in the middle of a crowd while it flowed (hurried) around you? I turned for a second, and my heart
Freedom isn’t free, a government system,
Money vs Survival
Back to a time when everyone’s prying, Or here and now where everyone’s dying. We live and we learn and now we regret, But to stay in our minds and try to forget, Of how we knew about them and murderous things,
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop. It is the driving force, and so spikes adrenaline, and so fills the mouth, that rancid taste taking over, holding fast.
At five years old, I hardly understood The tragedy that had just occurred. I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher Frantically racing from one room to another Desperately trying to gather information
You watch the news, you see the signsYou see the terror reflected in their eyesYou don't know the whole situationBut you know the media is exploiting the informationJust because it's a part of life
Ode to a time when our nation was            in shamblesWhen war and politics left us            shaken to our coreWhen terrorism frightened us,When our economy was at its lowest,
Hello world it's a beautiful day yes it is, young man livin' in america can't get much better than this. 8:00am. "We have suddenly recieved news reports that a plane
Another war in the name of peace The rehearsed lie that you speak Your deceptive words are at a peak If you try to steal Liberty, she will make a creak   You are selected, not elected
The sky looked down on fields of grey, the blood of towers drifting onto a concrete street A street, nothing more, a street cold and dead, weeped from the loss of thousands.
  Terrorism Isn't Me   There is one thing that has been bothering me That I must address It bothers me
Facing Adversity  There is one thing that has been bothering me That I must address It bothers me Just like a pest  
Those who selfishly indulged in bailoutsInstead of going bankrupt,Who refurnished their lavish offices,Bought new gas guzzling cars andExpensive second homes with theirTax breaks and bonuses,
I know it's a bit much to ask for, a little shameless, and a little rude to some, but would you mind doing a little digging for me? Would you mind pulling up the images of 9/11 you have stashed and locked up in your mind?
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The search had took years on end but it had finally been done The very corners of the earth had been scavenged but it had finally been done The man deserved justice and it finally been done.
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I need inspiration, motivation, with out it there's no determination, I need it for my methods of the curriculum , my innovation, You minus well kill whats left of me a whole is in my chest,
Fear is only recognized after the fact. When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you, but you do not know him as fear.
Look! Look! Look! Brown, hazelnut eyes Shutter and shift accordingly As long, unorthodox lashes brush away dust mites Teeth yellow growing green Tongue hairier than the green goblin's spleen
The singing began as they came for the finish The cheers and proud memorandums Ran through their minds. A thousand miles had they run for this, A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
My heart bleeds tears of sorrow for lives lost unexpectedly on a momentous Patriots Day, Bombs burst loudly sending innocent lives to heavens gate...
Remember my friends! Please, please remember!
Pain comes in wallows so follow with the swallows I breathe this fire down your back and take you to the gallows, forget you must, not love but lust and all the roads you used to trust
Promise me that you will always be outraged on days like today when smoke corrupts the lungs of people already breathless from the urge to live, live, live. Promise me you will never bury your head in your hands
Even the smoke Was thicker than I thought, And I thought and I thought. Innocent shards Take their place, broken heart. Who am I to have thought?
The line to the finish was so very near When a sound went off so I could barely hear I fell down - I felt the pain We have been bombed - I cry as I lay I see the other runners turn around to help me back up
America stands together, To sing a prayerful song. Together we will stand and say, To protect and provide. Through all our tragedies, There is always a good outcome, That America will always sing,
If I stood, toes pointed forward, at the walls of ebony stone and watch the endless gallons dive, deep pits of New York; imagine the steel crashing thunder, smoking tower higher,
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea; I didn't know. Dish soap suds, scented With childhood and artificial lemon, Sting my hands, Chapped, graceless. I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
Running And running You can see the end Running for hours The crowd cheers And shouts encouragement s You keep going Then there's a boom There's so much commotion
Fear grips chests as sound explodes Hands shield ears the best way they know how and adrenaline spikes ur blood Fight or flight kicks in but ur mind was already convinced there was a fight to be had
Discrimination Five syllables more venomous than a rattlesnake bite. More painful than a little girl not getting her kiss goodnight. We all know what it is, Yet we act as though the impact is nothing.
I am broken I don’t understand How can someone Bomb our lands? Why can’t we live? Why can’t we see A peaceful world Where all agree? Why must we hurt And be in pain
One hundred sixty-eight chairs Line the dark pool with much despair. Many lost their wonderful lives. Little children, husbands, and wives.
I. There’s a club in Tel Aviv near the dolphinarium. I know almost nothing about it— except one thing— about a decade ago, twenty-one teenagers died, when a man I know even less about decided
The truth lies the best. For example, Your textbook says he died as a challenger of the lady giant, welcomed to the American Coliseum, but sir, that is not quite the case. He died
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