Evil Poems
1914 V: The Soldier
by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Still
by Wislawa Szymborska
In sealed box cars travel
names across the land,
and how far they will travel so,
and will they ever get out,
don't ask, I won't say, I don't know.
The name Nathan strikes fist against wall,
the name Isaac, demented, sings,
the name Sarah calls out for water for
the name Aaron that's dying of thirst.
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The Stranger
by Rudyard Kipling
The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk--
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
The men of my own stock,
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
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To Posterity
by Bertolt Brecht
1.
Indeed I live in the dark ages!
A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens
A hard heart. He who laughs
Has not yet heard
The terrible tidings.
Ah, what an age it is
When to speak of trees is almost a crime
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The Poem Of Antar
by Antarah (Ant Ibn Shaddad
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you know the abode of your beloved after reflection?2
The vestige of the house, which did not speak, confounded thee, until it spoke by means of signs, like one deaf and dumb.
Verily, I kept my she-camel there long grumbling, with a yearning at the blackened stones, keeping and standing firm in their own places.
It is the abode of a friend, languishing in her glance, submissive in the embrace, pleasant of smile.
Oh house of 'Ablah situated at Jiwaa, talk with me about those who resided in you. Good morning to you, O house of 'Ablah, and be safe from ruin.
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Transcendence
by Igor Vykhovanets
Get the Hell Out
Annunaki —
Get the hell out!
Like all the vile crowd about.
Stick your Hell’s lies
Right where it fries.
We are the people, strong and proud.
This Earth belongs to us alone,
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Train to Hell
by Igor Vykhovanets
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
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When the devil became a part of me
by Mario Odekerken
It wasn't thunder,wasn't flame,
no voice that spoke a cursed name.
Just silence thick,a breath held tight
--
a shadow folded into light.
You laughed, and still, the room grew cold,
a smile too sharp,a gaze too bold.
The mirror blinked,then looked away
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Diabolical Thoughts
by Mario Odekerken
They come without knocking,
sliding in like oil across water-
slick,quiet, certain.
A whisper with teeth,
they chew the edges of reason
and spit them back like bones.
Behind every smile,
a blueprint for destruction.
Not of cities,
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Cogs in the Mechanism of Evil
by Igor Vykhovanets
Winter
"Love is the chief means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives."
— Bertrand Russell
To escape: the void within devours the soul,
In pleasures, in wealth, in love cold and constrained.
For love, fleeting warmth, cannot make one whole,
It stirs frozen blood, but leaves hearts chained.
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