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Ahnika Klimper
April 21, 2013
F Block
“Help Us!”
A city on fire, tragedy’s rubble,
A rush to escape at first sign of trouble.
The building rocked, how could they know?
An earthquake in Haiti was how they would go.
And as the walls fell, they had to accept
To survive they would always be in God’s debt.
As the world went dark, they all would be screaming
“Help us!” as hope was speedily fleeing.
Coated by debris, in pitch darkness they lay,
Feeling their lives slowly slipping away.
Though nothing seems stronger than our will to survive,
All hope seems lost when you’re buried alive.
Zyklon B
By Aisya Farid
Zyklon B, why can’t you see?
That you are being used by the Nazis.
Killing Jews by the millions and the trillions,
suffocating and poisoning them to their death.
It’s something you do to the air,
That makes Jews feel in despair.
Can’t you hear? Hear their faint cries,
Like a mad wolf howling on a moon-lit sky.
You take their life in a few minutes,
As if their body didn’t have spirits.
Zyklon B, why can’t you understand?
That you are just part of an evil plan.
A plan to exterminate all the Jews,
From our earth that is in wound.
You are a murderer.
That’s what I see.
Just leave the soldiers behind,
And let the Jews be free.
King of the Chessboard
Segregation is your name
Separation is your plan
You divide up man
This is your game
We are the pawns on the chessboard
Of freedom, but bear in mind
Obliged we are to be blind
Oh please help us lord!
We cry out to the skies!
Mercilessly you attack our right
Infuriated we still fight!
Strengthened, our frustrations dies
Montgomery bus boycott was done
Pillars of war come crashing down
Against the white, for the brown
This is end of your fun
Your life as of today
After “Teens vs. Cigarettes”
Amira Yuuni
The evidence is true
It’s been shown on the news,
Teens smoke everyday
Without no thought or say,
They say it’s only 6 million
Next day it will be a billion
We never think of what we do,
We just do.
Tobacco is the way they say,
But then they get sick and sick by the day
The law isn’t going to change us,
We have to change us
They come up with new tactics day by day,
We must increase the taxes day by day
There’s nothing we can do about it,
We need to be educated about this.
http://www.scholastic.com/browse/article.jsp?id=3758035
Comment [JM1]: You do not need quotation marks around your title and be sure to capitalize all important words in a title. Your title shouldn’t be in italics either.
Comment [JM2]: You don’t need to underline the words you used. Why is this word capitalized?
Comment [AY3]: I like the ryhming
Comment [FL4]: Double negative, doesn’t work, say “with no” instead
Comment [AY5]: Good Job. Great rhyme.
-Amritha
Comment [AY6]:
Comment [AY7]: Sick and sicker? -edmee
Comment [AY8]: Punctuation ex: comas?-edmee
Comment [FL9]: Are there any stanzas or is every line a different stanza
Amritha Anpan 08.05.2013
F Block A Great Man
Martin Luther King,
Was a strong leader,
And believed in equality.
King was an activist,
Was the youngest man to receive,
A Nobel Peace Prize.
King had a dream that,
One day, his four children will,
Not be judged by their colour of their skin.
World War 2
By: Anum Rahman (D Block)
Why do you have to exist gas chamber? You deceive many BAMM! In just one second millions are killed. Without you there would be many more Jews today. I don’t blame you for your misuse and the deaths you caused. For Hitler is the one! You are so hideous and cramped from inside. You separated men from their wife and children. You caused millions to catch diseases. And you led many Many to their death. Why did you do this concentration camp? Oh medical experiment, You existed during the holocaust And caused many Jews pain. Many froze in ice cold water, And were starved to death, And others got infected by nasty vicious diseases, All because of you. You didn’t have to be introduced to many, ‘Forced labour’ Hitler wasted your time Just to perform the horrid of crimes. You forced many to build their own graves And even the places they knew people were going to die in. Because of Hitler, you were a major issue for the Jews. The final solution isn’t something to be proud of Hitler, You were thinking of killing the Jews and Eventually wiped out half of the population. If you weren’t born Hitler Many wouldn’t die in the most; Vicious Cruel Nasty Of ways And would have lived an ordinary life.
The Ill-Fated Ship “SAYS NO WOMAN IN SIGHT WHEN HE ENTERED LIFEBOAT”
By Carolina N. What happened to the lifeboats? Panic, confusion, disaster Did she split in two? Who were the passengers? Where were the women and children waiting? There was no one around when I went for it Who last saw the Captain? I saw nothing as she sank Now she is still at sea Still on her Maiden Voyage…
Why did you?
By ChanBin Lee
Why, why did you white people
Why, did you hate black people?
Why, did you snort at them when
They were being abused, and mistreated?
Why, why did you make the Jim Crow laws?
Why, did you push them out of your way
When they were walking down the street, just like you?
Why, did you cut in the line
When they waited hours and hours to pay for a ticket?
Why, why did you oppress them with your power?
Why, did you look at them with eyes full of hatred
When they did not do any harm?
And why, did you kick them
When they tried to enter the building?
Did you ever think how you’d feel if you were mistreated?
What difference does a skin color make?
Now, don’t you think so?
Slow Poison
Rival of all rivals The conflict decider Indeed very slow poison That you are The temptation to defeat you is rather great Yet even trying to capture you by prohibiting your use is impossible We die trying but Failure is always at our door step For a rival is a rival It is traditional to battle But ultimately you Can never be defeated.
Cindy Luo Block D
30 Apr. 13
Raoul – like no other rescuer
By Cindy
Swedish Diplomat
Holocaust…Fooled them…gave Jews
Protective Passports.
Disguised buildings
To house Jewish refugees.
Smart, brave, problem solved.
Hundreds thousands saved
But in the end, not himself.
Holocaust’s Hero.
Dear Pi,
Every time i see you,
Written in my tests,
Me heart stops,
Because I don’t know what number you truly are.
Whenever someone mentions your name,
My tummy starts making loud and weird noises,
Like its trying to be a whale under the ocean,
Not because I want to eat you,
But because I want to eat real pie,
You know?
Like banana, apple or strawberry,
Not the Math Pi.
But what I don’t understand,
Is why you have your own special shape?
Other numbers don’t,
So what makes you so special?
Is it because you have a decimal?
Or because you have the occurring sign?
Well your not special.
Well at least not to me.
From:
The one that hates you.
Charles’s Challenge
Dillon Hamblin
He was a genius in his time.
Striving for clues,
Diving for data,
Indulging in information,
Excavating all the evidence,
But still…
The church would not accept,
His brilliant ideas
On the Origin of species,
And his theory of Evolution
April 30 2013
Edmee Faal
Block F
CONCENTRATION CAMPS
Your walls of barbed wire holding me in,
Your countless hours of physical labour.
Me screaming out in pain as I walk to the Quarry once again,
The babies’ cries for help as you test your harsh theories on them.
I dig, and I dig in your ground,
To place yet another group of limp bodies.
Where is my family, where are my friends?
Gun shots ring, BANG! BANG! BANG!
Finally you treat me with compassion,
A way to cleanse the dirt off my skin
You strip us down one by one,
I step in to your room dark, and gloomy
I touch my sore arms, limo from labour
And feel my ribs, protruding from my chest
I feel unsafe, as if something were wrong,
What could be wrong with a shower?
You turn on your shower heads,
I wait for the water, the clear water to wash away my troubles
But it never comes,
All is black everything is black.
Lorenzo Bacheca
H block
2013-05-07
In the Words of Dimitar Peshev
Disliked yet supported,
An honest lawyer and fighter.
Saved for his own good.
Dimitar Peshev.
Against Nazi Propaganda,
All in for Human Rights.
Government Worker.
Governed many, but not himself!
Now, Dead and Buried.
Elegy-Haikus for Anne Frank
By: Anna Pettit
Kitty
Dear Secret Keeper,
One voice in six million
Killed so suddenly.
Family
Bergen-Belsen camp
my family ripped apart
Pim, Edith, Margot
Mother
Are you listening?
Please listen to me Mother!
Too much frustration
THE KKK BURNING CROSS
Fallon Mondlane C Block
You burn the flame of death
Fiery with anger
But a heart as cold as stone
Set alight by your masters, you burn bright lighting the sky with fear.
Dictator of the land, why don’t you help others?
Amongst the great mixed nation chiming in unsynchronised harmony lies you.
The scum of the earth, tearing many a family apart
You glory in the sorrow you cause
You signal the start to a deeply deadly demise
Of children and mothers and fathers and lovers.
Riding with men in white cloaks, you are set in your place but put others in theirs
We are all the same and equal within, so why judge others by the colour of their skin?
Filip Luedtke Block F
2nd of May 2013
Poem of Address
Hatred never ends By Filip Luedtke With hatred in your eyes, Showing through your mask, As you kill the ones you hate, With no regret and guilt. Fear that they might be next, Will always be there, For where ever they go, You can find them. The pain and trouble you caused, Will never be forgotten, For they have lost what you have taken, And the loses will never be recovered. The hatred you have caused, Will never stop, For it flows through us all, With ferociousness and fierceness.
Fixed Written by Jack Gordon
I was as normal as you once.
But then I needed help,
With my insides.
I am confined.
I see through a machine.
For months on end,
My eyes and ears.
The torment did not stop.
Until finally,
One day,
I am,
Fixed
BOOM By Nericia
BOOM!
Just and accident it was
Homes and buildings damaged
Lives destroyed
People hurt
A blast
A blaze
All so tragic
Searching for survivors in broken homes
Such a big emergency that risk lives each day
The floor rumbles under our feet
Was it an earthquake?
No. It was fire
Just an accident it was.
Frances Staples
Found poem
Rising after “Antarctic Peninsula Climate Reconstruction” by Frances Staples
The water is rising.
My feet are getting wet,
Now my knees
Now my waist
What is happening?
Bubble , bubble
The water is rising
The environment is changing
This change is bad
Rawr
The polar bears cant
Live in these conditions
The water is rising
The environment is changing
The Antartic Peninsula is changing
Water levels are rising
The temperature is rising
This change is bad,
For all of us
Cinquain
Blood in war You stay still as you find you’re pray
And you obey
The master’s commands
In his hands
After that shot there are many more
Because you are the god of war
There is no stopping you
Because you just killed a Jew.
Your master smiles with joy,
Because you just killed an innocent boy
After that shot there are many more
Because you are the god of war
Haiku and elegy mash up on Martin Luther king Jr.
The King of Kings
Some kings rule kingdoms,
Sitting down surrounded by luxury
But this king, stood strong
When the drivers told Rosa
“move to the back of the bus”
He stood, speaking of peace
His shout for justice
Helped us answer freedom’s call
He moved, America
Haikus by Fabian Bock AGAINST THE RIVER By Fabian Bock Your race is oppressed; So you fight: only a dead fish Swims with the river. THE PRICE OF FIGHTING PEACEFULLY
Killed by a shot in the cheek, for peaceful protest. Riots after death EQUALITY AND FREEDOM
Peaceful protest and Civil Disobedience Earned equality.
Axel Nobreus
Martin Luther King
The Leader
He brought inspiration The demined campaign Against discrimination
Overcome Obstacles
Being courageous has Consequences such as crimes But it is worth it
Huge Leap
He helped all blacks To take one huge leap towards Finish line for freedom
Santiago Baltar
C Block
The escape:
Victims, I rescued
Saved them all from Hitler
And from destruction.
Choosing:
Intellectuals.
Were my priority
So hard to select.
Real Hero:
Rescued, everyone
But, when I came home
I found hate.
Andrea Sophia
Silent
One innocent voice
Killed. Fifteen year old woman.
Betrayed by… unknown
Failure
The Annex tried to.
My father too. We all did.
Safety. That’s what failed.
Her Death
Bergen- Belsen kills.
Sent at age fifteen to die.
But typhus took me.
Studies of Life
Darwin studied life,
Studied the Galapagos
And fought the church
c
The Father of Evolution
Went against the church,
Father of evolution,
He is Charles Darwin
The Hero of Science
Hero of science,
Darwin sailed around the world
And studied all life
Comment [JR1]: Cool story bro.
Comment [JH2]: Gives us good information
Comment [JR3]: No.
Comment [EF4]: Good titles
Comment [JM5]: Good use of puncuation
Comment [JM7]: You do a good job showing why he is important and not telling us why he is important
Comment [JH6]: Really effective Titles.
Comment [JH8]: I liked how you use the title in the stanza
Poem of Address Henrique Montesanti C-Block
Talking to Adolf Hitler (draft)
Your tiny little mustache as evil as Voldemort
This killed many people in a horrible and torturous way,
From ghettos
To concentration camps
From concentration camps, you, decide to eliminate them
So you sent them to the gas chambers.
You,
Decided that they are impure,
They are animals,
That they are not humans.
But what makes them different from you?
But what is done is done.
You will forever be known as Adolf Hitler,
The man who killed 3.000.000 people,
The monster that will never be forgotten.
A Shocking Fate “Boston Bombing Suspect Could Face Death Penalty” by Imagine Gonzales
An arm for an arm? A leg for a leg
Earns you a seat on the electric chair of four pegs
Sizzle sazzle Old Sparky’s a comin’
To end the race which some didn’t finish but sadly started
Manipulated or Manipulative
The answer unknown
Now an only child
Forever alone
To kill three and injure many
A vicious killer reeking of felony
A dear but misleading brother dead
A heart full of regret, sadness and dread
Awaits a shocking fate
Shackled by mistakes and iron gates
“Even if Tsarnaev pleaded guilty, a federal jury would have to decide on the death penalty.”
So detonate the bomb, strap into your chair
3 deaths for 1 that doesn’t seem fair
Comment [JM1]: Split this into 3 lines
Comment [AY2]: Not the format the title is supposed to be in – Amira
Comment [AY3]: Found Poem Title After “News Article” By Imagine Gonzales
Comment [MD4]: Work on title
Comment [IG5]: Who is old sparky? Might be confusing to the reader- Dillon
Comment [AY6]: You need to clarify who Sparky Is – Amira
Comment [MD7]: Nice onomatopoeia
Comment [IG8]: Hehehe - julia
Comment [MD9]: Nice rhyming
Comment [IG10]: Your format is weird, all the lines are different sizes and there’s only one stanza… Otherwise it’s good. The use of poetic devices is really good - Julia
Comment [IG12]: Shouldn’t there be some sort of punctuation in this sentence?
Comment [AY11]: You poem format is all weird, change it and nice use of poetic devices. – Amira
Comment [IG13]: Really nice but clarify who old sparky is. Nathan
Comment [JM14]: Split into stanzas and add puncuation
Comment [AY15]: Really nice rhyming – Amira
Comment [AY16]: Nice end to your Poem – Amira
Comment [GD17]: Nice poem
Ines De Vlieghe
Spattered
On “boston Bombings tragedy”
Seconds apart The bombs exploded Sending dense plumes of smoke rising over the street The first Thinking it was a celebratory Cannon blast The second, BOOM! Cheers turned to screams Runners froze, not knowing what to do Seconds apart The pavement was blood, spattered BOOM! Fluttering the national flags lining the route The blasts It knocked them to the ground Thousands more were still running
Never Enough Time.
You
With your face so right and just
But your heart
cold and dark
The trickery
So sneaky, but fatal
Leading the most innocent of them all
Down the hall
To the very end of their days
They didn’t have time
No time at all
To say those words that could mean so much
But to think they would see each other again
Nothing was true
You can’t see it
Their screams like music
The pounding on the walls
Just like the sound of your heart beating
No time
No time to realize that their goodbyes
Would be their last
Not that their lives
Ever meant anything
To someone like you.
Poem of Address By: Ishe Wazara
3rd May 2013 DEAR HOSPITAL BED
Dear hospital bed,
Why do you let the tears of the weak run on your sheets? They bleed out on you
Dear hospital bed, You stay motionless as the wrestles lay on you
Your lack of sympathy is appalling Your robust legs lift the corpses
Dear hospital bed, Your sheets cloak the people
As if you wanted to give them a form of hope Yet you knew what the future held for them
The camps do many things
The meaningless gunshots and the hangs
The violent gases
Painful starvation
All the hardworking Jews killed for nothing
The Camps say many things
With their death chambers
And there dead bodies lying in holes
Died a painful death
No matter what, others still try to go on
The Camps say and do
But for what reasons
To kill the innocent
Maybe, maybe not, we may never know
Jay Smith
2013-05-21
D Block
Eleku Eleku 1
A fallen soldier
Fought against black oppression
Assassinated
Eleku 2
He fought for freedom
Assassinated by him
Harvey lee Oswald
Eleku 3
A freedom fighter
An oppression destroyer
A true president
Jonathan Robinson
5/1/13
Poem of Address
On Charles Darwin: Origin of Species
From a religious man’s perspective
Your pages
Are filled with lies
A blind man’s observations
Your pages
Personify evil
Creating Illusions
To the common people
Your pages
Not Origin of Species
Origin of the biggest falsehood
There is Hope
After “Deformed Dolphin Accepted Into New Family”
By Julia Reimer
She is deformed
“The dolphin with the S-shaped spine”
The one that couldn’t keep up
The one that was picked on
“The outcast”.
She left
She foraged
She travelled
Searching for company
“Longing for company”
The ocean screams at her in silence
With its emptiness, its loneliness.
She needs protection
From the hurt, from the hopelessness
She spots a pod of whales
Acceptance?
Possibly.
She plays with them
They play with her
She rubs up against them
They rub up against her
“Her gestures were returned”
She has found somebody
Who is slow
Who is like her
Who has accepted her
There is hope.
Trapped Souls
By Julien Hogg
Why do you hold,
Innocent lives?
You trick them,
Into thinking it is a joyful place.
You use their last efforts,
To work them like slaves.
You steal them from their lovers,
To trap them in yourself.
And when they can take no more,
You are the last place they see.
Comment [JR1]: Again, just awesome.
Comment [EF2]: The title hooks you to the poem… intriguing
Comment [GD3]: It is very deep
Comment [HV4]: DEEP I like it Very touching poem
Comment [EF5]: It creates a mood maybe use more poetic devices
History Continues
After “The Unexamined massacre of the Marikana Miners”
By: Keitumetse Malatsi
Stop! Shout the hopeless gunned down miners.
The struggle has not ended for these special soul finders.
Stop! I say, enough of this characterized madness.
This striking, hustle and bustle is bringing too much sadness.
Stop! We hear from the dispersed protesters and how we have gone beyond violence.
But, little do we make it a responsibility, instead we sit in silence.
The challenges that arise with the New South Africa promising satisfaction,
Will show no mercy to those with misconceptions.
Stop! We all cry, but the rebellion and failure to promote democracy, will stop at nothing,
Because History continues.
Found poem
Can’t you see?
There is too much conflict around me
Where the green trees used to be
Now lies the DMZ.
The threat is everywhere
Countries start to tear
On high alert, trouble leaking everywhere
There is too much conflict around me
On the brink of war
Nuclear tests everywhere
Evacuating anywhere
Can’t seem to escape this mischievous madness.
Throwing the world into chaos
Just for their own selfish gain
Countries speaking out
What’s this even all about?
Secretive, communist country causing concern
There is too much conflict around me.
Lize Dreyer Poem of Address
Tool of the Nazi Madness
You served as the tools of Nazi desolation without any qualms.
The hum of your engines struck fear into your prey, The innocent people awaiting the impact of the bombs you released.
Your guns shot down the pilots bravely rising up against you,
Each hit marked by a victorious cross on your hull, Each cross representing a cruel murder you triumphed in.
You even served as transport for select Nazis,
The ones who masterminded the genocide of the Jews, The ones with the blood of millions on their hands.
Yet you still served with deadly efficiency,
Killed with unhesitating effectiveness. Never feeling remorse
For being the tools of the Nazi madness.
Elegy Haiku
Lucian theron
What a Fool
Malcom x quit school
People said he is a fool,
But he still believed.
For his cause
Murdered for his cause
Equality his mission ,
Learnt law in prison.
Down
Police kept him down
Went to prison and believed,
Chains can’t keep him down.
The Boston Bombing
Terrifying, horrifying, and traumatising These are words used to Describe, represent, and portray The Boston bombing The air full of pain and suffering Three gone, gone forever Many hurt, both physically and emotionally Irreversible damage has been done Both friend and stranger There at the wounded’s side Not able to digest what has happened But aware of the recovery of a million years The ones who are guilty Shall be found The bond of brothers Has been broken
Comment [JM1]: How could you make this more catchy?
Comment [JM2]: Consider adding punctuation
Comment [JG3]: Punctuate it
Comment [JG4]: Try to re-phrase this. I think it could sound slightly better and make more sentence
Comment [JM5]: Good job creating four-lined stanzas
Comment [NW6]: This line really puts the feelings into perspective Great use of imagery!
Comment [JG7]: How does this relate to the bombings?
Comment [NW8]: What does this mean?
Comment [JM9]: These are your strongest two lines. Could one of these lines perhaps be your title?
Comment [CM12]: The poem lacks poetic devices that could enhance the meaning of your poem
Comment [CM11]: Good structure for your poem
Comment [CM10]: Your last two lines of the forth stanza are very strong
Found Poem
By Maria Magalhaes
The Explosion
A massive explosion
People dead
The blast sent a massive fireball
into the sky
Danger may not be over
Officials are worried
Troopers in gas masks were scene
A lot of lacerations
Many scrambled to assist
Danger seemed to emerge
A huge blaze and flames
Smoke rising high into the air
It was massive, it was intense
Flames devastated
Firefighters were concerned
Few survivors
It was like a bomb went off
Caused serious problems.
Topic:
Malcolm X
Title:
Fighting for what is right
1st Poem (Haiku)
Rejected freedom,
They rejected his freedom,
Lots of violence
2nd Poem (Haiku)
Proud leader power,
Quit education for peace,
Was sent to prison
3rd Poem (Haiku)
Believed in freedom,
Proud of fighting for his rights,
Assassinated
By: Massimiliano Donadon
(Young victim of Boston bombing mourned by neighbors who remember his 'million-dollar smile)
http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/04/16/boston-bombing-boy-victim-8-year-old/2087645/
Everything Was Fine When We Left Home
By Min Su Lee
Everything was fine when we left home,
Everything was fine when we got to Boston.
Now I’m home and I pray
About the runners on that day.
Who could have known the injury?
Sustained when all the thunder came,
Now the rain comes from our eyes
Rain that continues as the explosion dies
I see the victim’s family, running down the street.
Everything was fine when we left home
Your Secrets By Minyoung Cho You know all the secrets, don’t you? You’ve watched the life come Its flourishing and thriving Why there is such diversity and complexity You know all the secrets, don’t you? You’ve seen who had made the life His hardworking and sweating Was it the God? An intelligent designer? You know all the secrets, don’t you? You know how the life on you came about You know why I don’t look like my dog But I resemble my parents Then why do you keep all the secrets inside you, Make people argue and fight from confusion? Why not tell us the truth?
Maybe, Is it a small sweet revenge for What we have done to you? Yes, I know, With all the smashing and thrashing, Crashing the beautiful nature We have changed you With all the killing and drilling, Nilling a peaceful life We have hurted you
Are you mad at us For doing these? I am sorry, lovely Earth, We regret very much We should never do these again So please, tell us the truth, Because you know all the secrets, don’t you?
The Gun
To you who kills meaninglessly
Who pierces the body in an ocean of crimson
Who tears muscle as tissue
Looking with your one eye in silent delight
To you who serve those with a heart stone cold
Making hate strong
Making love weak
You fire your bullet of death
To you who we have created
I say sorry
You devastate the body
But it is our wicked humanity that kills the soul.
Comment [TV1]: Line puts a feel to the poem, but consider punctuation.
Comment [TV2]: Nice use of grief feeling with these lines
Comment [TV3]: Try giving the gun a thought, and not accuse it.
Comment [TV4]: Nice use of the “What have we done” scenario.
Poem of address The Fury Watcher You sat there on your master’s lip Listening to him spitting lies You get a front row seat To his persuasive shouts And you are made fun of But it is him they doubt A fury worm surrounded by hate Why did you not do anything but sit there And listen to your master real in his bait He killed people, it was unfair Yet all you do is stay there On your masters lip Nathan Russo
Nathanael-W 5/5/15
H Block
On the Sea An old man and the sea In a boat With 400 books And sardines And muesli Spurred solely by determination To circumnavigate the globe Pushed by The wind The sun The power Of electricity And muscle On land People Fight traffic And smoking And drinking A short life On the sea Fighting 25 meter waves Like the inside of a tumble dryer Life is pristine for An old man and the sea
Nike Klemmer
The Troublemaker
You had a broader look at life,
Wanted to know what life was,
Accepting things other would never think about,
Went against the believes of the church,
Studied and did research,
Collected supporting data,
Wrote a book
Almost got beat to credit for your work,
By another man with the same intentions,
Alfred Russel Wallace
Publication of your book
“Origin of the Species”
Almost got you killed
By the pressure
Of the church
Of the society
Of the believes of millions
Went into house-arrest
Knowing that one day the truth would come out
Accepting the consequences of a new idea
Dealt with it
You had a broader look at life,
Wanted to know what life was,
Accepting things other would never think about,
Went against the believes of the church,
By Paul Nyirinkindi C BLOCK
They say they have not seen any military movement
They displayed their power
With one of the world's largest armies.
They say they have not seen any military movement.
The secretive, communist country
with access to destructive nuclear weapons,
and a troubled relationship with many nations.
Yet they say they have not seen any military movement.
It continues to grow its army and nuclear-weapons program
While conflict and distrust have separated the nations.
Yet they say they have not seen any military movement.
Quinten Haspels Hblock
Train of Fear You enter the station and whistle
You carry the Jews to the concentration camps
Your wheels are rusty and have have shatters all over
Moonlight shimmers right through them
Click clack click clacks
Is the sound you make as your wheels roll over the tracks
Whoosh whoosh whoosh
Is the sound I hear when a breeze enters the cracks and in my ear
Whispers sound inside of you
People are scared of where you bring them
A place of endless pain and death
You crawl through the night
You arrive at the station
You whistle once more
The Jews are like mice about to fall in a trap
But they have no idea
The soft soil they stand on is cement
Flames in their eyes dance
Fear in their mind runs
Death is in their mind,
It’s everywhere
Found Poem
The Fall
After, “100-foot fall from mountain” By Selma Dinesen
The chunk of ice, So bright and nice, Came tumbling down, Upon my dirty, tired frown. I was lucky to be alive, They rescued me swiftly, And comforted me until I arrived, Down to the ground, Staring up at the sound, Of the big mighty mountain. Some might say it was brave, While others say it was a cup of tea, But I won’t behave, Until I get my KFC.
Article: After a chunk of ice was inadvertently dislodged by another mountain climber above him, Mark Roberts was sent shooting down Parsley Fern Gully in Snowdonia without any means of slowing down.
Finally coming to a stop some 100 feet later, Roberts was lucky to be alive. Luckier still, his helmet cam recorded the entire incident from start to crash landing.
From the British Mountaineering Council (BMC):
During the rescue, the [Mountain Rescue Team] noticed he was wearing a helmet-cam on, and afterwards he offered the footage to the team, and the BMC, to help others understand just how accidents can happen. Sharing such an intense and personal experience online is pretty brave, but Mark felt other climbers might learn from his experience.
A member of the Mountain Rescue team credited the helmet with saving the 47-year-old's life.
Roberts, a safety consultant by trade, later told the BMC he recognized the irony inherent in his fall. "You have to laugh sometimes," he said, "but, seriously, even with experience of risk assessment and making decisions, sometimes things just happen. When it all happens so quickly, you just try not panic and hope there's some luck with you."
Hitler
Mr Hitler
What did you do?!
Why did you fight all of those people?
And make them hate you?!
What made you this way –
So full of hate?!
Bullied by others
But bullying others yourself!
Did you really think you were on the right track?!
That your brown hair and brown eyes gave you the right to judge?!
Fuhrer to Germany
Evil and bad
Your cruelty and lack of feeling
Made many people sad
You earned your place in history
But not for the right reasons!
Can You Heat Me?
Hear the people of Boston
Begging for their souls
Cry in the bloody bodies
Begging for help
Looking for hope.
Hear the people of Boston
Begging for mercy
Struggling to save themselves
As they started they had to commend
Just like they started they had to end
Safe.
Hear the people of Boston
Begging for cure
After losing a great mate
All was god for now and then
When the people lost their fate
The Many Guises of Death
You have always been there,
Lurking in the shadows,
Waiting patiently for you victim, like a snare.
Pointed straight at someone’s heart,
Sometimes you were the barrel of a gun,
The bullet, piercing them, a poisonous dart.
Sometimes you were too small to see,
You were the gas in the chamber,
Deaf to even the most pitiful plea.
Often you were starvation and disease,
Killing from the inside out
Slaughter with the most anguish and unease.
At other times you were known as suffocation
Choking and squeezing the very life out
You were the wickedest form of predation
You were also the death parade
Picking up the stragglers that were yours for the taking;
Taking them one by one: Help betrayed
You have always been there,
Lurking in the shadows,
Waiting patiently for you victim, like a snare.
Rebel
Unheard of Idea
Disobeying his parents
Rebellious man
Evolution
One simple animal
Bore everything else alive now
Through evolution
Family man
Wants a family
Five beloved kids have left
Now all but alone
Colours On “Racism” By Tshegofatso Vilakazi Hey, you, yes you over there, I hear you got a hate against me. Is it because I did something? Or because I have the same skin colour as your tree? Hey you, yes you over there, I hear you got beef with guys like MLK I think you got problems, man, Seriously, man, are you ok? Hey you, Yes you over there, I hear you hate coloureds from New York to Malibu … I tell ya’ your hate is stupid, man, How messed up are you? Hey you, yes you over there, You even got to the Law, man, what the heck? What are you policies to us, coloureds? To serve, protect, and break a coloured’s neck?
The Camp
By Vilde Ronning
The land on which you stand is tainted,
It will never be the same.
Many have been tortured here,
But very few remain.
Yet here you stand, you are proof,
We were not all just insane.
We were deranged.
For the nightmare is still the same.
Texas Waco Explosion The danger may not be over State troopers in gas masks all over the place The fire blazed like a tornado The explosion disabling our ear drums The blast injuring more than 140 The toll could rise Anhydrous ammonia fogged the air Fire fighters, tackling the fire Like a war zone Building shaking off their ground Families running from terror The danger may not be over
May the Iron Lady Rest in Peace After “Britain Bids Farewell to Iron Lady Thatcher at Grand Funeral” By Yasmeen Bucayu-Lee Her coffin wheeled by, On a horse-drawn carriage. Many people watching. Some, clapping in respect; Cheering, and throwing flowers. Others booing, and turning their backs. The prime minister, Now dead, Suffering from a stroke. To some, she is a champion of freedom. To others, she is a destroyer, Who led the people to an era of greed. 2,300 mourners, All in St Paul’s Cathedral. Tears running down faces. A handwritten note: “Beloved mother – always in our hearts”, Placed on her coffin. May the Iron Lady rest in peace.
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