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Sonnet of Abortion | Hometown Human

My body, my decision,
Whether I choose birth or abortion.
Till a state can care for the newborn,
No bill is qualified to offer resolution.
Instead of controlling my birth canal,
Work on carving a paradigm of equality.
Build a world where a newborn is a gift,
Not a burden on life, dream or economy.
Abolish all disparities born of greed,
Strip the wealthy of their ill-gotten riches.
Use all resources for collective welfare,
So that status ends up on history pages.
Worse than aborting is birthing in instability.
I’ll give birth when I need not rely on pity.

Life Beyond Rhyme (The Sonnet) | Mücadele Muhabbet

Those who don’t do, bark,
Those who are humans, do.
Those who don’t help, howl,
Those who are humans, help.
Those who don’t lift, laugh,
Those who are humans, lift.
Those who don’t encourage, cuss,
Those who are humans, encourage.
Those who don’t mend, mock,
Those who are humans, mend.
Those who got no vagina, patronize,
Those who are humans, grow vagina.
If we can love ourselves despite our flaws,
Why can’t we be a little kind to others!

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 8

Give me a spark of your nerves,
I’ll turn it into thunder strike.
Give me a tremor of your lips,
I’ll turn it into landslide.
Give me a teardrop of your eyes,
I’ll turn it into tsunami.
Give me the sweat of your labor,
I’ll turn it into hydroelectricity.
Give me a beat of your heart,
I’ll turn it into an earthquake.
Give me a touch of your fingers,
I’ll turn it into society’s duct tape.
Ingredients of reform are born of your veins.
Renounce your apathy and reform will rain.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 33

There is no lord almighty, only human almighty,
No magic and mysticism, only nature and oneness.
There are no ten commandments, only one,
Compassion has no religion, character has no race.
There’s no law above life, life alone is the supreme law,
And stagnant law does more harm than action illegal.
There is no holy trinity, only humanity up on its toes,
It is always the human mind playing the triangle.
No more dogmas, no more doctrines and manifestos,
Let us be forthright ‘n just foster the spirit of affection.
Once we learn to celebrate each other’s existence,
There won’t be any need for artificial occasion.
Awake, arise o dynamite, blow up all old paradigm.
Don’t fight it, or cuss it, just overwhelm it with your lifeline.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 75

Let me hold your hand,
Let me be your home.
Here, take my heart,
Heart to heart life is honed.
There is no I, only Us,
There is no Us, only I.
Sounds confusing, right!
Because Love is across all Us and I.
In love all of me is you,
In love all of you is me.
In love it’s all messed up,
The sweetest mess we could ever be.
So come, let’s be messed up together.
Perhaps then things might get a little clear.

Sonnet of Human Duty | The Gentalist

To deliver humanity from inhumanity,
Is the duty of every human.
To deliver the innocent from injustice,
Is the duty of every human.
The indifferent may call it god complex,
Apathetic pessimists may call it idealism.
I call it the meaning of life and sanity,
The opposite is just a sign of doofusism.
Differences won’t destroy the world,
Indifference is far more ominous.
The problem is not the evil doers,
But the silent spectators.
Mark me well, the day I stay silent is the day,
Lady liberty throws her torch away.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 4

Raise your power in silence,
Become a dynamite of resilience.
Head high and chest emboldened,
March on with uncorrupt conscience.
Be the heart that loves and lifts,
Be the hand that shares might.
Feel the talk and talk the feel,
Be the mirror of sight beyond sight.
Be the first when no one comes,
Be the last when all are gone.
Be the one who sits not still,
Be the rays of a dutiful dawn.
You are the order you seek outside.
To be human is to put coldness aside.

Giants in Jeans Sonnet 19

Be humble to the lowly,
And gentle to weak.
Be a dinosaur to the phony,
And a stone wall to the critic.
It is a mad, mad world,
Where the naïve is up for abuse.
Be naïve and simple on the inside,
But learn when it’s time to act a douche.
Some bullies only understand strength,
If needed keep your strength at hand.
A few firm roars of your conviction,
Will make the oppressors wet their pants.
But be very cautious while using your strength,
Reckless power turns even a saint into tyrant.

Service Over Selfies (The Sonnet) | High Voltage Habib

Awake, Arise O Timelords,
Oh makers and breakers of destiny!
Give this world accountability,
And time will give you immortality.
I don’t want your shallow follows,
I do not want your fancy likes.
Reach out as friend to someone in need,
That’ll be my life’s greatest prize.
Social media stats are no sign of character,
Fan following is no measure of a being.
Service over selfies, that is the motto,
Helping over hogging, that is living.
Life begins with the end of self-obsession,
Life self-obsessed is nothing but excretion.

Fabric of Stars (The Sonnet) | The Gentalist

Rise or fall doesn’t matter,
If you’ve helped a few people.
Live or die doesn’t matter,
If you’ve helped a few people.
The point of life is not to live,
Any more than it is to just eat.
The point of life is to lift lives,
In their smile is victory, in tears defeat.
To win over enemies is ridiculously easy,
To win over hearts is the real act of valor.
Muscles wither, clothes get torn to pieces,
Valor and virtue can’t be bound by no graveyard.
Graves are for animals and gutter-crawling worms.
Helpers get forever etched upon the fabric of stars.