Oppression Poems
LAND OF DESPAIR
by Shabeeb Ul Hassan
Look at 'em, blood from their eyne flows
A pale smile, like a coruscate, on their visage
Their throats swelled in dinges and songs
Their life, they despise-come, oh death!
Take 'em, free 'em from the prison of life
Take 'em, Oh dulcet dread!
What is hapiness? Why art they smiling?
Perhaps, their hearts are in ec'tacy!
What is sadness? Why art they sobbing?
Perhaps, their hearts are scythed a-twain!
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Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
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PRISONERS OF SAVALTION
by Falope Aanuoluwapo
Listen! Ye fools
For how long will thou last in thy slumber?
Wake! Shake off the drool
And ye shall be strengthened
Pursue the cause of thy salvation
For prisoners art thou
From the dawn of thy independence
And prisoners will thou be
Till you speak up for yourselves
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Black Gold
by Walyullah Al-Utrujje
Hurting from torture
The Earth whimpers to the skies
Who turn their frosty cheeks
Betrayed, the Earth weeps
Black ancient tears
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Continue readingA New Dawn
by Adelana Victor
After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
Before the brightest of days,
There are always the turbulent and darkest hours.
Joy comes in the morning, or so they say,
But this dark night has lasted for centuries.
When will joy finally arrive?
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Oppressive Religion
by Frangipani Rhett
Don't talk over them,
Don't expect them to care,
Don't be surprised if they laugh at me
Don't expect them to listen.
Expect them to be dismissive
Expect them to be defensive
Expect them to be self - righteous
(I've got to get out of this situation.)
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Daddy Monster
by Louis Zo
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
Your green bleak skin, blotched and chewed?
I serve our kin, our Kings, to name a few,
who, with Their big, black arms, have ruled and rule the rules.
I kiss Their boots, lick Their hooves and pledge to do
anything a fanatic, a fool, a tool would do;
Ah-woo, Ah-woo.
Daddy, daddy, what is it you do,
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The Powerless
by Louis Zo
We were born into this---
toils of tangled gods’ maws
gnawing us raw
as we wiggle and crawl
on top of each other
like fish out of water.
Nothing sprouts from our barren faces
no eyes to cry, no mouth to shout
and wail as the gods’ acid spit flays us alive,
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My thoughts are on the floor
by Isobel Grenwood
My thoughts they fell
Out of my head
Onto the floor
And I'm not sure
What to do
Now that my thoughts are on the floor
And when I opened the door
And everyone saw
They gasped and ran
In fear
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