Poems About: RAPE
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313.The Land Is Bleeding
Greed rapes the innocent earth
Waters with chemicals
Coral reeves dying
Fertilizers corrupt watersheds read more »Joseph Narusiewicz
314.House of Cards
A city of metallic urgency
Come, rape the society
Your blaring highways read more »Norman Santos
315.To whomsoever vile enough to want to protect us from ourselves
Here it comes
A military vehicle full
of drunk raping pillaging
Ransacking wild soldiers read more »BanishedFairy (a.k.a ngaka motaung)
On Rape can read more »Aparna Chatterjee
317.Bus Ride (tetractys poem)
so much anger read more »Leonard Dabydeen
318.Rape Victims & Violent Crimes
when it comes to rape - i agree for this was something that she did not foresee
she wanted to have a normal life, fall in love and become a wife. read more »louis rams
Do not spit.
Stubborn Illiteracy and men, a powerful cocktail,
Stairwell is a spittoon of spiritual celibacy.
Ganesha, Krishna, Shiva, Sai Baba, Parvati, Lakshmi. read more »Hardik Vaidya
320.The Scittso Heroin Misfit Tragedy
You have split and shattered
Your demons are comming
Arrive to tear you apart read more »Rob Francis Parsons
321.All The Young Girls Are Becoming Pregnant
The young boys and the young men cannot control it;
And, all the young girls are becoming pregnant.
Lust! ! read more »Edward Kofi Louis
322.Calling Sister Bill, Sister Yolanda, Sister Anita, Sister Consuela….
I went toa Catholic school named St. Florian High School.
The school was under the authority of the Felician Nuns.
All the nuns carried the same middle name, Mary.
It was educational and certainly with a certain amount of fun, read more »Joe Rosochacki
323.Who killed the cheerleader (Lyrics) (Contains offensive references.)
Who killed the cheerleader?
you did... you did. Oh no.. it wasn't me at all
so who raped the prom queen? he did he did
Yeah right and she was having a ball... read more »Satan's Sibling
Raindrops fall like broken glass shards and they drip off the raven's wings like tears
The walls are crying of heartache and pain, of innocence and childhood lost. read more »Reanna Thornton