submission by Ivan Brooks

[Ivan Brooks]

Cowardice        [see the edited text on the next post]


The eery silence followed by loud screams
More sounds,coming from dying people
Lord my God this a dream, no real it seems
Lot more sounds evidence of human struggle
Somebody help me please, my baby
Survival scrambles, in utter confusion
Hang on til help comes, do you hear me lady?
Some rescue workers rushed by admit the comotion

The news flashed, somebody planted a boom
A terror group claimed responsibility
Silence decended upon the hospital room
I am alive but something tells me i'm a casualty
Death toll rising
international reaction
children crying
I silenty pray for the victims, no condemnation.

On my knees, I silently prayed for the terriosts
I ask God why, God didn't answer
I figured He had one, this the realism
That he is not about any side, He's a forgiver
That includes those who carry out terroism
Dark souls Led by an ideology infused by hatry
whose purpose is to make the world live in fear
Unlike others fighting you, we say a prayer with poetry
We have an army of sound minds made of writers
Searching the constelations for words to trump hate
You have established and brainwashed fighters
We hope our messsages of love haven't come too late.

Today I asked question against extremism
Why have you made people so sad?
Today I declare to radical fundementalism
For world peace, your basic ideology is bad
You can decapitate hands
Consciously spread terror and fear
You can invade and occupy large lands
And declear a calasphate there.
We will pray for you to see
That love is the only real free-artistry,
The world prays perpetualy on its knee
Against the damages caused by long range attilellery

Today we have no idea that death looms
When parents awaits young kids having fun
Not too far from home, and deafening booms
From festive music scenes they will run
Chaos, like the scene out of  Wars,
Are extremists happy when kids shed tears?
When kids died hugging teddy bears and candy bars?
Interplanetary troubadours, euphoric warriors
geek incognito, or children willful killers
Whose parents screams comes as whispers,
Fearing the bullets from extremist snippers
Terrorism, Don't you have any discipline, no concious perimeters?
Intellecuallism has, we edit your evil deeds, we are writers
Love has no  limits, no distinctions no prejudice
Terroirism has no honor, no regard for life
Misguided fighters the face of modern cowardice.



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Ivan Brooks, Liberia/Norway

— Born in September 6, 1967 in Monrovia, Liberia, I live in Herøy, kingdom of Norway, with my family.

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[Ivan Brooks]

Subject: Submission by Ivan Brooks

Cowardice

Today I pray for positive words to trump hate

Hate perpetrated by brainwashed fighters

I hope our messsages of love didn't come too late

Today I pray using poetry,today I join the freedom writers

Today we ask those involved with extremism

Why have you made happy people so sad?

Today I can declare to radical fundementalism

That against peace,your basic ideology is bad

You can destroy lives and decapitate hands

But you will not forever remain Victors,not here

You can invade and occupy large lands

And declear a calasphate here there and anywhere.

We will pray for you and hope you'll see

That love is the only real free-artistry,

The world prays perpetually on its knee

Against the damages caused by your attilellery

Today we have no idea that death looms

When parents awaits young kids having fun

Not too far from home explores the deadly bombs

From festive music scenes see lil children run

Chaos ,like the scenes out of some choatic Wars

Are extremists happy when Young kids shed tears?

When kids died hugging teddy bears and candy bars?

Who are all troubadours and Cowardic children killers

Who have made parents screamed their prayers as whispers

As they ask God to shield them from extremist snippers

Terrioism has no discipline or concious perimeters

For you I can pray but I rather pray for my friend's wife

Because love has no limits ,no distinctions no prejudice

Terroirism has no honor ,no regard for human life 

To us you're misguided fighters ,the face of modern cowardice .

Ivan Brooks

Bio

I was born in 1967,in Monrovia Liberia . I live in the Kingdom of Norway.

[Richard Deodati]

As if being live at the scene, or like watching a live newscast, Ivan Brooks has created a stirring drama of a poem entitled, "Cowardice" with action seemingly taking place as we read. "Some rescue workers rushed by admit the commotion. The news flashed, somebody planted a boom." "Death toll rising." In the present tense, Ivan has been able to portray a blow by blow description of terror at the heart of it's panic-creating worst! Thank You, Ivan Brooks!