Poem: I Made The News And Never Knew It

" I Made The News And Never Knew It "

Rolling, turning, tumbling towards emptiness.

Dancing, flying dividing all my senses but all my eyes see is darkness.

Am I here? Do I exist? Am I dreaming? Is this reality?

It must be, why else would I be here.

A family got killed yesterday, just outside my apartment building's front door.

From my second floor apartment window, I saw it all.

Saw the car, saw the guns, blinked my eyes and the family was no more.

I think I understand a great many horrors of the world.

Maybe I just pretend to understand.

Even if I fool myself the reality and the results are still the same.

Am I awake? I hope I am awake.

I can not tell, I see images speeding through my mind.

I see wonderful colours, sometimes I see a lovely white light.

I grays and blacks of every tone, sometimes I this great darkness.

Sometimes I feel fantastic.

Other times I am in great pain.

Like bleeding, like my body ripped open.

I don't know, things get confusing at times.

NEWS AT ELEVEN: Good evening. A Mr. Stephan Gates died earlier this evening from three gun shot wounds.

Mr. Gates was shot while sitting on his second story apartment's window seat. He joins the four members of the Woods family who were also gunned down, in-front of Mr. Gates' apartment building, in the same drive-by shooting.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poems about Society and the World-Society

All these poems are about society. Mainly they express the negative points in society. For example the poem "Behind The Suit And Tie" talks about how we as a society rely on image/appearance to establish credibility. We see someone in business attire and we think that they must be a respectable person. But most of the worlds most evil people throughout history dressed and gave an image of respectability. Another poem "I Have A Dream" talks about how we are given/shown a path to improve our world but we do not take this opportunity because we feel it is too difficult or we really do not want to do it because we are satisfied with the status-quo. Other poems talk about how we are small minded and selfish or how we use religion or cultural differences to breed intolerance and at times hate. I hope you will enjoy these poems of mine and I hope that they make you think about your society on a local to an international scale. We may not have the power to do something about social problems but we all have the power to think, say and write something about society and it's problems. Here are the titles: "Behind the Suit & Tie", "I Have a Dream", "Not Understand", "Women", "Quick", "Age to Same", "All the Same", "Convicted by Society", "I Don't Want to Hear it", "The Undefeated Opponent", "Drowning", "White Trash", "In the Name of God" & "A Baby Cries". If you have any comments and/or questions, please feel free to add them. Syrbastyian

Poem: Behind The Suit And Tie

" Behind The Suit And Tie "

Mash the babies against the wall.

Watch the brains fall on the floor.

Feast on them with fork and straw.

Put the bodies in a blender.

Add some fruit and ice, and give it a whirl.

Baby fruit crush, tasty, what a treat.

Baby killer, Child murderer.

Behind the suit and tie.

Child's flesh, baby's blood.

For my sex, tender beautiful little boys and girls.

Money, candy and sometimes a lost puppy is all I need.

To the little innocent ones in the car with me.

And no one will notice cause I wear a suit and tie.

No one sees.

Look at me, Look at me.

I am a respectable man with my business suit on and briefcase in hand.

I love my family, I love my friends.

I love the little ones, mmm I love to play with them.

So be aware of those in suit and tie.

Cause you never just really know, who they are inside.

Behind the suit and tie.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: I Have A Dream

" I Have A Dream "

I have a dream; poor Martin Luther King Junior.

I have a dream; yes a mighty good dream it is.

Pity because no one really wants it, everyone is actively fighting against it.

We mouth the words but how many of us really do something about it.

Most are satisfied with the status quo.

I have a dream; it is called oneness, togetherness.

But everyone want labels.

I am this, I am that and you are this, you are that.

We are this, we are that and they are this, they are that.

I am, you are, we are, they are.

I have a dream; No labels, no categories, no groups, no separatism.

Only oneness, togetherness and openness.

I have a dream; I hope for Martin's sake, for our sake.

I hope it will be.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Not Understand

" Not Understand "

When we do not understand, we go mute like dead fish.

When we do not understand, our minds slam shut like a vault door.

When we do not understand, we throw sticks and stones to chase it from their sight.

When we do not understand, we rant, rave and abuse to block the sound.

When we do not understand, we will not learn and we will not evolve.

When we do not understand, the seeds of hate grow into trees.

When we do not understand, friendship can never be and never flower.

In the end, when we do not understand killing is easier to complete.

Maybe we do not try to understand or maybe it is fear.

Maybe it is just human and our default reality.

When we do not understand, great evil becomes our history.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Women

" Women "

Why do they suffer us men.

Why do they suffer so.

The pain, the agony, the stress that we men bring.

That each time and each month that nature brings.

Men can not understand it.

Do not know it and can not feel it.

Can not even possibly imagine it.

I feel the reason is simple.

Women and nature are one and the same.

What nature is, women are.

Nature gives everything, gives it all.

It's beauty, worth, pleasures and magic.

And so women give and are the same.

Nature suffers our abuses, our destruction and our selfishness.

Nature bleeds for it, for life and for time.

And so women suffer the same.

Women the greatest of gifts and the magic of life.

And so nature is the same.

Without women we are nothing.

Without nature we all die.

And so without women it is the same.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Quick

" Quick "

Quick to judge, quick to call.

One quick glance and you know it all.

Quick to say, quick to state.

One quick thought and there is no mistake.

Quicker to hear, one word, a sentence.

And your quick to judge, think and say.

Your so quick, you haven't seen a thing.

Your so quick, you haven't heard a thing.

Your so quick, you do not really or even know.

Your so quick, you do not have the knowledge.

Your so quick, you miss all the information you need to think, judge and show.

What can you say or state.

Your so quick, you can not say a thing.

So quick, you will never never know.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Age To Same

" Aged To Same "

When I am ten and they are naught.

I am satan incarnate for wanting them.

When I am twenty and they are ten.

I am a monster and sick for wanting them.

When I am thirty and they are twenty.

I am considered dirty or lucky for wanting them.

When I am forty and they are thirty.

I am no longer dirty but still lucky for wanting them.

When I am fifty and they are forty.

This people say is nature for wanting them.

When I am sixty and they are fifty.

We are aged to same.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: All The Same

" All The Same "

Am I unjust?

When I search myself.

Yes, injustice is there.

Am I prejudice?

I look at myself in the mirror.

Yes, I have judged before knowing.

So yes, it is there.

Am I sexist?

I ponder this.

Yes, I believe there are differences there.

Now the most difficult question.

Am I racist?

I journey deep within my self.

To discover hidden thoughts and feelings.

Yes, I have been.

Maybe I am or can be.

Am I different, unusual, strange and not like everybody else in the world?

No, I am not.

We are all the same.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Convicted By Society

" Convicted By Society "

I do not care for the convict who puts a nine-millimetre to an officers head.

Pulls the trigger, the jacket falls, brain dead.

I do not care for the convict who goes to gaol for their crimes.

I can see how society makes a person commit a crime.

Take a life, fight, looking for a fast track out of a bad time.

Pushed to the edge, societies rules are not mine.

Make my like and money in crime. Take what is rightly mine.

So send me to prison, send the police to take my life.

I have been and am the reject of society.

I am the other end of your social spectrum.

You can not deal with that, you can not deal with me.

While you whine about your white picket fences and petty little things.

I live and breed in your orphanages, reform schools, your prison and your lower class neighbourhoods, that is me.

You asked have I paid my debt to society. You say I must paid my debt to society.

Fuck you and your fucked up so called society.

Fuck the saviours, the protectors of moral conduct, the PTA, the FCC.

Fuck you social workers, teachers, self-righteous politicians and religious leaders on TV.

And fuck your law enforcement officers cause all they want to do is fuck me.

You do not see or understand me.

You just see the clothes, the colour of my skin, the way I wear my hair.

The fact that when I put my hands in my pockets there is no money in there.

But the is a gun, so fuck you and get them up in the air.

So I do not care about the convict who take a jacket's life.

Because the convict is me, that go your attention I see.

He did not even see me. I left him dead and bleeding.

Society has already caged me. Society always blames me.

Now I am not afraid. Now I have a gun.

Waiting for a bullet and then it will be done.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: I Do Not Want to Hear It

" I Do Not Want To Hear It "

Daddy why is that man lying in the street.

Daddy he looks like he is about to die.

We have plenty of money, we can buy him something to eat.

Hush, now child, I do not want to hear it.

That man is lost to our life.

I do not want to hear it.

Now lets be on our way.

Just a conversation between a parent and child.

The child sees the pain of this man.

The parent just sees a pile dirty rags.

Does not want to hear the child's pleas to help.

There are millions and millions of homeless.

Homeless men, homeless women, homeless children.

Homeless families, homeless communities, homeless tribes.

And millions more just living on under the line.

Politicians, governments and corporations.

Do not want to hear it.

Ordinary people like you and me.

Do not to hear it.

And the famous just use it to increase their reputations.

Have we gone so far in society to block a senses.

Have we gone so far that I hearts are close to it.

We do not want to think about it.

We do not want to solve the problem.

We do not want to deal with it.

We can do something about it.

But I guess we do not want to hear it.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: The Undefeated Opponent

" The Undefeated Opponent "

White is the night, the clouds have fallen down.

Four thousand hooves travelling under the ground.

The earth splits and opens its mouth, swallowing the surface.

Disaster is about.

Vacuum overfilled with an in rush of air.

Puts stress on the northern hemisphere.

Barometer readings falling in rapid degrees.

Sky opens up and everything concedes.

Stand on that spot just a little longer.

Take a look over your left shoulder.

Could you destroy all that you see.

Do you safe and protected, well not me.

Daylight growing shorter, nights getting colder.

Winter, brown leaves caught in a circular breeze.

But maybe no more winters.

It only takes a few degrees.

Volcanic eruptions throw fire in all directions.

Underwater eruptions, building walls of immense destruction.

They will come, will come crashing down.

Levelling what used to be mountains.

Stand on that spot just a little longer.

Take a look over your right shoulder.

Do you think we can destroy all that you see.

It will continue, even if we are not here to see.

We could eliminate a trillions species.

We could nuke all our cities.

But when it is all said and done.

Nature will continue, it has already won.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Drowning

" Drowning "

Everyone needs a little warmth.

A little touch of the heart.

To keep this world from tearing us apart.

We try to swim against the tide.

Stroking harder to remain topside.

Until a rip pulls you under and you hope that you will survive.

To feel the sun in day's light.

Living in the nineties.

Drowning in technology.

Our name and identity is just a number on some government computer file.

We try to escape in our music or our interests.

But we really escape or hide and nothing lasts long.

In the computer chip millennium.

Corporations rule the world.

Government and politicians are just paid company fools.

Compassion has no place you see.

Especially when your living on and under the poverty line.

Life has lost its value, did it ever have it, in our civilised money motivated societies.

Living in the nineties.

Drowning in toxicity.

Through industrial anarchy, killing the planet and the air we all must breathe.

Natural wonders and beauty culled to advance our self-inflicted realities.

Lying in a plastic coffin.

With all the victims of this mass homicide.

not is wrong with us, can't we see.

Looks like we are blind.

Well on to the step, self-inflicted genocide.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: White Trash

" White Trash "

Oh how they judge.

White boy, white trash, trailer park.

That is what they called me.

Well I do not care if I am a piece of white trash.

At least I do as I please, I always run free.

I am just a piece of white trash.

With my unkempt hair and clothes.

On my dirty white knees, slip my head between your girl's legs.

Yes, and lets hear her scream, dirty white boy!

Shoot down a bottle of tequila, that sure feels great.

I am going to kick your fucking head in if you do not get out of my face.

People tell what is right what is wrong.

Why should I consider them when all the see is scum.

Just look at me as a piece of white trash.

Fuck you, fuck them for judging before knowing me.

You, them can kiss my white ass.

I have one thing left to say.

Between to opposing sides there is equal ground.

What you expect some higher thoughts from a piece of white trash.

I may be dirty but I can read.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: In The Name Of God

" In The Name Of God "

Sit my child, let me show you our past.

As you can see, it has been a bloodbath.

We have murdered nations and raped our lands.

diseases and famines, I hope you understand.

In the name of god, we started biblical wars.

In the name of god, families tortured their own child to save their souls.

We did all this and why.

In the my of god, it not a good enough reason to die.

Religion has lied, corrupted and desecrated.

Burn women on the holy stake and make their men watch so there would be no mistake.

The draw god's sword to make sure no innocent could tell the truth.

Of man's blind righteous hate.

Most most horrific crimes happen when religious men step in.

And denounce a society because their gods do not suit them.

In the name of god, religion has a feast.

Just to satisfy some power hungry priest.

In the name of god, we are suppose to find a way.

In the name of god, there is never a way.

How can you believe in men of god, when death at their followers hands is their only solution.

How can you believe, when your fear of them is your love and respect of them.

How can you believe, when they cause nothing but pollution.

How can you believe in men of god, who do not hear the children's cries.

How can you believe, when the allow and wish mothers to die.

In the name of god, they say we should trust.

In the name of god, they say we shall die on a holy quest.

In the name of god, this is how the rhetoric goes.

In the name of god, our blood shall flow.

I do not pretend to know the answers but I sure have a lot of unanswered questions.

I hope we on this wonderful planet can find a way to live without havoc.

I hope our children are not as blinded as we.

Acts in the name of god must end or we will never be free.

For now we walk our separate ways, I hope we will walk together some day.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: A Baby Cries

" A Baby Cries "

We travel up and down our cities streets but do we ever stop and take a good look.

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, death is close, I know it so.

A baby cries for its mama, in vain.

Mama can not hear her because she caught a bullet from a senseless war.

Baby has grown up hollow and harden, she has become a young woman.

Baby's feet walk the streets now. Selling her body is her life not just a child's game.

She turns fifteen on her next birthday but, she knows, today is the day to slit her wrists and watch her dreams fade away.

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, death is close, I feel it so.

A baby cries for its mother in vain.

Mother can not hear, she is out cold on booze and pills.

The child is a teenage boy, he is so out of it, he can not tell what is real or fake.

life is so fucking hard, full of madness and pain, you have to fight just to get something to eat.

I do not know why, I had to be born. It is not like I was asked or anything.

I wish my life would just disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear!

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, another baby cries for its mother in vain.

by Syrbastyian Vzampfyier