Archive for the ‘Circle of Unreported Hate’ Category

8.10 Digitized Sky Survey

Oozing neediness,

still, no one will come to help,

smiling as I drown.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Another woman, another time and place,

another version of me,

I need to be free,

my soul seared,

constantly chased,

I try to flee.

… Her withering glare of contempt.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

16XX Daumenschraube 2

Tired, so tired,

of what someone does or doesn’t do,

turning the screw, and making me bleed.

Whether they realize, or care,

it’s killing me.

I think, therefore I am: Unhappy!

I curse the fulfilment they find in banality.

They sneer at the strange “loser”

who keeps to herself.

We each wish the other had been

drowned at birth.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Capture

Some call it an honor killing,

some a stoning,

in reality, it’s a brutal bludgeoning.

Grotesque, mob “justice”, murderous.

It’s been, and is, happening,

on so many levels,

to so many victims,

like acid attacks,

a holocaust,

the ultimate in toxic.

Meanwhile, a privileged young European woman

sails the ocean on a yacht,

spreading her message,

spreading her fame:

climate change emergency.

… Alas, humanity’s emergency,

swept under carpet,

troubles me more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Femen in Tunisia

The glasses are slightly fogged up,

smeared, vision blurred.

Perfect!

Too clear a view of people is

perturbing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

Shut your eyes,

block your ears,

hold your nose…

Things we wish we did not know!

Nausea, repulsion, abhorrence,

detestable human condition,

hateful people, pain.

In our lives we have a gutful,

no wonder, ultimately,

we acquiesce

to death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

HMVS Cerberus, Musket Drills

So far, distant and perverse,

hysteria perverts.

Despite oceans of salt and bitterness,

cretins cling to loyalties, hatreds inbred.

Goodness, we never had,

the old days were just as bad.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The government wants to execute you!

But their heart isn’t in it,

fully,

otherwise it would already be done.

The pretence of justice,

trial and jury,

would be dispensed,

abiding by convictions,

the system would do as expected,

and you would be shot.

But instead you are hung

and left hanging,

in limbo,

in hell.

Often, you wish they would shoot you,

like a dog,

just get it over with,

but society cares more about dogs

than people.

Uncertain fate,

neverending circle of hate.

Inside, torment

is never dormant.

Yes, they have decided to torture you

in the way that only life and living

can do.

The government wants you

to execute yourself.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

She tells me,

her husband earns shit-loads of money,

like I should be impressed,

envious.

I tell her,

society doesn’t reward people appropriately,

alas,

as I bandage her wounds.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The hate didn’t come from nowhere.

The atrocity didn’t start with one crime.

Kaunas, 1921: Saul pulled a fast one on Vitas.

Kaunas, 1941: Vitas’ son, crowbar heave-ho,

smashed Saul’s daughter’s skull,

naked, she fell,

the crowd cheered.

The dreaded Bolsheviks were Jews,

guilt by rationalization,

propaganda and association,

after all.

Bullshit, Communist, Capitalist, Conspiratorial, Cosmopolitan Jews.

Dirt poor and filthy rich all at once.

Oppressed overlords.

If there isn’t at least one who’s pissed you off, you’ve been living under a rock.

Easy target… but they’re just the start!

1905 begat 1917.

1917 begat 1932.

1918 begat 1939.

1945 begat 1956, 1968.

Etc.

And on.

Pain and hurt.

And on.

Perverted, keenly-felt, stabbing memories.

Circle of unreported hate.

War, and crimes of humanity

we feel compelled to perpetuate.