Poetry competition CLOSED 31st July 2013 6:49pm
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Poetryman
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MadameLavender
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RACISM (part 1 of 2)
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about racism-you can use the simple defintion given below as a base.
Racism- "Prejudice or discrimination directed against someone of a different race based on such a belief."
One poem per poet maximum.
No collaborations.
Good Luck.
Thanks in advance for entering.
Strider
Most know this a fiery, complex subject---please try to be a bit respectful!
One poem per poet maximum.
No collaborations.
Good Luck.
Thanks in advance for entering.
Strider
Most know this a fiery, complex subject---please try to be a bit respectful!
-Wake Up And Smell The Shit-
Divide and conquer
the oldest trick in the book
the media stirs the pot
and the simple minded eat it up
a steaming bowl of shit with a side of flies
hand over fist
hatred consumed
awakening the primal instinct
rarely used but often abused...
Divide and conquer
the oldest trick in the book
the media stirs the pot
and the simple minded eat it up
a steaming bowl of shit with a side of flies
hand over fist
hatred consumed
awakening the primal instinct
rarely used but often abused...
His name was Mike William
An indian man of 58
Mothers new man
His was an alcholic
Who depended on Mothers
8-5 job.....
Seemed like mother didn't care
He called me ,for Competition sake
Dark Vader ...
Thinking back I can still hear that bastards voice
"Dark Vadar you nothing but a bastard"
And proceeded to beat the darkness...
The hate ,into me
15 years of age came he was 65
He came that night
drunk ,smelling like a begger
"Dark Vader you will always be rubbish"
Left
Tonight was unusual ,but still painful
9 o'clock came with a loud
COUGH,SCREAM,COUGH,SCREAM
It was Mike ,his lung had callopsed
I covered my head with my blankets and slept
He was dead when mom came home
An indian man of 58
Mothers new man
His was an alcholic
Who depended on Mothers
8-5 job.....
Seemed like mother didn't care
He called me ,for Competition sake
Dark Vader ...
Thinking back I can still hear that bastards voice
"Dark Vadar you nothing but a bastard"
And proceeded to beat the darkness...
The hate ,into me
15 years of age came he was 65
He came that night
drunk ,smelling like a begger
"Dark Vader you will always be rubbish"
Left
Tonight was unusual ,but still painful
9 o'clock came with a loud
COUGH,SCREAM,COUGH,SCREAM
It was Mike ,his lung had callopsed
I covered my head with my blankets and slept
He was dead when mom came home
Deception is the Means of Profit.
Racism.. Such a fine word.
A tool of deception
nurturing exploits through the naive of minds.
You are faced with a differing opinion?
Cry Racist, and hide behind its cowardly splendour.
Trotsky did his work well.
Bolshevik revolution isn't his legacy..
But the imbecility of you all.
Shut the fuck up with your 'tolerance'
you'll hide behind mine all the same.You're fuckin' spineless.
The new threat of Fascist oppression is carried on the highest note..
Of the Condemnation of the 'Racists'
is that the new term for free man?
Both left and right exploit
and profit all the same..
You're blinded to what fucking matters.
The loss of your freedoms
And basic human rights.
Fuck Tolerance, speak your god damn mind.
Least you forget how to.
Cowards all the same.
Racism.. Such a fine word.
A tool of deception
nurturing exploits through the naive of minds.
You are faced with a differing opinion?
Cry Racist, and hide behind its cowardly splendour.
Trotsky did his work well.
Bolshevik revolution isn't his legacy..
But the imbecility of you all.
Shut the fuck up with your 'tolerance'
you'll hide behind mine all the same.You're fuckin' spineless.
The new threat of Fascist oppression is carried on the highest note..
Of the Condemnation of the 'Racists'
is that the new term for free man?
Both left and right exploit
and profit all the same..
You're blinded to what fucking matters.
The loss of your freedoms
And basic human rights.
Fuck Tolerance, speak your god damn mind.
Least you forget how to.
Cowards all the same.
Hidden in a sock
He hid a reel of film in his sock
to protect an iconic photograph
as he ushered three children into his car
and raced through dusty streets
in the aftermath of a peaceful protest
against Bantu education
Tear gas clouds evaporating from blood stained streets
still debating who called for the first shot
as bullets rained among burning cars and buildings
and the proud chorus of Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
interrupted by screams of terror
From the chaos ran two youths carrying another
dying for his beliefs in equal education
the moment imortalized by a grainy photograph
on a reel of film hidden in a man's sock
----
about one of S.A's many apartheid laws, the Soweto uprising that saw 400 students killed, thousands injured and the iconic photograph by Sam Nzima
He hid a reel of film in his sock
to protect an iconic photograph
as he ushered three children into his car
and raced through dusty streets
in the aftermath of a peaceful protest
against Bantu education
Tear gas clouds evaporating from blood stained streets
still debating who called for the first shot
as bullets rained among burning cars and buildings
and the proud chorus of Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
interrupted by screams of terror
From the chaos ran two youths carrying another
dying for his beliefs in equal education
the moment imortalized by a grainy photograph
on a reel of film hidden in a man's sock
----
about one of S.A's many apartheid laws, the Soweto uprising that saw 400 students killed, thousands injured and the iconic photograph by Sam Nzima
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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You truly see into what the essence
of that word is.
Taking away your personal right to
speak your mind and be a free-man.
They go to far w/it and only impose
upon you their will for the most
minutest and trivial of fucking
issues until you are living in
an oppressive condition.
"Fuck Tolerance, Speak your God-damn Mind."
of that word is.
Taking away your personal right to
speak your mind and be a free-man.
They go to far w/it and only impose
upon you their will for the most
minutest and trivial of fucking
issues until you are living in
an oppressive condition.
"Fuck Tolerance, Speak your God-damn Mind."
I, "Spied," a fly on
my wall and, "Against,"
me, "Far Leftist," did
he lean
Hoping to glean something
Treacherous
From me speaking my peace
Against his, "Political Regime,"
I heard the sound of a, "Drone,"
Flying overhead
Desiring, to lay me to rest
For the, "Anarchy," I spoke
On my own bed
Wants to silence me for the
thoughts of my heart and head
Wants to see my free spirit bled
I heard the sounds of change
speaking thru the
Winds
No more, "Civil-Liberties,"
For, "American Men,"
No more liberties on a
"World-wide," scale
Global genocide if his ideology
Does not prevail
my wall and, "Against,"
me, "Far Leftist," did
he lean
Hoping to glean something
Treacherous
From me speaking my peace
Against his, "Political Regime,"
I heard the sound of a, "Drone,"
Flying overhead
Desiring, to lay me to rest
For the, "Anarchy," I spoke
On my own bed
Wants to silence me for the
thoughts of my heart and head
Wants to see my free spirit bled
I heard the sounds of change
speaking thru the
Winds
No more, "Civil-Liberties,"
For, "American Men,"
No more liberties on a
"World-wide," scale
Global genocide if his ideology
Does not prevail
"Segregation"
The color of my tie
And the color of my skin
Won't alter what I know
Or change who I am within
Taste your own medicine
It's the same thing that you do
Maybe you'll figure out
Why everyone leaves you
Look beyond your mirror
At the face behind the glass
Inside you are inferior
You need more God than Sunday mass
Each time that you reflect
The cancer in you has grown
Do you still wonder why
You are always left alone?
See with better eyes
If your eyes are all you have
Watch your bias fossilize
Two good eyes will make it halve
Look inward to your heart
You will see the other side
Embrace your counterpart
Release this Aryan pride
Your Grandfather's glory
His Nazi blood within you
So proud to tell his story
So eager to hate those he taught you to
You assume they're guilty
Of the judgments that you make
You've said "They're Not Real People”
You can't convince me that they're fake
Claiming they're all the same
But I know that isn't true
And the only person you can make me hate
Is the person inside you
Toe to toe and eye to eye
Death can't get us pride apart
Now the only thing that needs to die
Is the hatred in your heart
JJ
The color of my tie
And the color of my skin
Won't alter what I know
Or change who I am within
Taste your own medicine
It's the same thing that you do
Maybe you'll figure out
Why everyone leaves you
Look beyond your mirror
At the face behind the glass
Inside you are inferior
You need more God than Sunday mass
Each time that you reflect
The cancer in you has grown
Do you still wonder why
You are always left alone?
See with better eyes
If your eyes are all you have
Watch your bias fossilize
Two good eyes will make it halve
Look inward to your heart
You will see the other side
Embrace your counterpart
Release this Aryan pride
Your Grandfather's glory
His Nazi blood within you
So proud to tell his story
So eager to hate those he taught you to
You assume they're guilty
Of the judgments that you make
You've said "They're Not Real People”
You can't convince me that they're fake
Claiming they're all the same
But I know that isn't true
And the only person you can make me hate
Is the person inside you
Toe to toe and eye to eye
Death can't get us pride apart
Now the only thing that needs to die
Is the hatred in your heart
JJ
Anonymous
The world never changed
In the olden days men in white hoods would burn crosses
on someones front door, drag the men off to beat and kill
the woman to rape and destroy, in the dead of night they
would ride so none knew who they were, we still have that
in todays society they just don't hide behind a sheet, instead
they do it out in the open they don't worry about hiding their
darken hearts, sadthing is their children are being raised to hate
each other all because of color
In the olden days men in white hoods would burn crosses
on someones front door, drag the men off to beat and kill
the woman to rape and destroy, in the dead of night they
would ride so none knew who they were, we still have that
in todays society they just don't hide behind a sheet, instead
they do it out in the open they don't worry about hiding their
darken hearts, sadthing is their children are being raised to hate
each other all because of color
Anonymous
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Stuck in the Middle
************************
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you tell?"
I'd grin real big, and act like it was a joke,
like it didn't burn my soul.
Mom had it hard, bearing a black man's kid,
her skin as pale as milk,
it just didn't bode well for her.
It wasn't her fault, not really.
I mean, she could have at least acted
like she loved me,
but then again, that would have hurt more
in the end.
So I am a little stuck in limbo,
not white and not black.
People look at me confused,
then look away, as if ashamed to
have been looking in the first place.
Like I am some kinda disgrace to them.
But I don't understand.
I feel, like everyone else does,
I bleed too.
I'm not inhuman, I am just different…
stuck in the middle,
half and half.
************************
My mom was raped. Barely escaped with her life,
wound up with me in her belly.
She decided to keep me, or maybe she just couldn't
afford that abortion.
There is no distortion or lies of love, not when I was born,
not as I grew up.
I learned early there was no place for me.
The kids didn't talk to me at school, not much anyways.
Couldn't figure out what I was...
"What are you?"
the kids would say.
And every day
I'd answer the same way.
"I am a human, like you. Can't you tell?"
I'd grin real big, and act like it was a joke,
like it didn't burn my soul.
Mom had it hard, bearing a black man's kid,
her skin as pale as milk,
it just didn't bode well for her.
It wasn't her fault, not really.
I mean, she could have at least acted
like she loved me,
but then again, that would have hurt more
in the end.
So I am a little stuck in limbo,
not white and not black.
People look at me confused,
then look away, as if ashamed to
have been looking in the first place.
Like I am some kinda disgrace to them.
But I don't understand.
I feel, like everyone else does,
I bleed too.
I'm not inhuman, I am just different…
stuck in the middle,
half and half.
