Violence

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Vladimir’s Full Metal Jacket

anti war & protest songs are one thing .. this is another...

The one that passed right through him sure
moved fast
and it stung, like a hornet, on...

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Att förstöra något vackert

Swedish version of "To destroy something beautiful"

Att förstöra något vackert

Ă„r det normalt? Ă„r det fel?
Lusten att förstöra något vackert
Att lemlästa och vanhelga...

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Anger

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Anger

Anger

Anger is a condition in which the tongue
Can work for far too long
It works...

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It's forgotten, it&...

It's forgotten, it's only a memory.

A generations children forgotten
The souless bodies frozen in pain,
The smoke, the dust, the...

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Just One More Time

I can't believe you
Don't you have any regret
You were to be trusted
But only you...

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Shoot All Messengers

Shoot All Messengers

If you study the long history
of our contentious species
you will quickly see
a common...

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The Taking of Innocence

it takes a lot to make me angry, but every now & then, I...

The Taking of Innocence

Beneath that now
famous
cheesecloth dress
Their...

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Fear riots

(Photo by Marie Swann) Poem written for International Violence...

Fear riots

Smoke tendrils creep through the night clinging to cool crisp breath.
The moon trembles in violet...

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THE END OF THE VIOLENT...

It was on the violent playground these kids met
Plans were being made targets needed to be set...

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Enough is enough

Enough is enough

What gives someone else the right to think
that they
are better than someone else.
...

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TERROR RELATED

Two words can make the world feel agitated
These words I refer to are terror related
A...

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I Wore White After Labor Day

I was so scared that my hair turned gray.
All because I wore white after Labor Day.
I was so...

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A Quiet Schoolgirl’s Gory...

A Quiet Schoolgirl’s Gory Fantasies

Sitting at my desk by the window
Wishing I could go out
The gossiping girls reach their...

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Don’t pick a fight with a...

Don’t pick a fight with a boy made of glass

Word around the street is a new kid’s in town
He’s already a boy of great renown
Apparently...

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Poisonous rose

Poisonous rose

My hand in yours, meltingly warm
Blood runs down my arm
from the thorns on your hand

...

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Martyrs

Martyrs

I love you so much; I sent you my Son!
Knowing this plan; that hearts would be won.
Having...