Poems About Human Rights Seeking Friendly Advice
#HumanRights
Poems about human rights seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Pishashee
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 8:14pm
27th Mar 2025 8:14pm
the 80's,
Back in the 80's,
besides the music & concerts.
We didn't know what we were
going to do for the summer
Hopefully, some farmer
would want his bails of hay
stacked up in the loft.
besides the music & concerts.
We didn't know what we were
going to do for the summer
Hopefully, some farmer
would want his bails of hay
stacked up in the loft.
#fairies
#homelessness
#HumanRights
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
13th Mar 2025 3:07pm
13th Mar 2025 3:07pm
THE SYSTEM OF SOCIAL CASTE: EXPLAINED
Caste refers to a social stratification system in which people are divided into distinct, often hereditary groups based on factors such as occupation, social status, or birth. This classification typically dictates individuals' social roles, privileges, and relationships with others, and often determines aspects of their lives such as marriage, occupation, and interactions with different groups in society.
In caste systems, people are generally born into a specific caste, and social mobility (moving from one caste to another) is limited or restricted. Caste systems can be rigid,...
In caste systems, people are generally born into a specific caste, and social mobility (moving from one caste to another) is limited or restricted. Caste systems can be rigid,...
#HumanRights
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 4:03pm
3rd Mar 2025 4:03pm
Space For All
What is oft forgot
Is that we are all
Of the same race
Living
In the same place
A small residence
Somewhere in space
by Jemia
Is that we are all
Of the same race
Living
In the same place
A small residence
Somewhere in space
by Jemia
#earth
#HumanRights
#inequality #universe
#inequality #universe
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missjem56
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 2:30pm
5th Feb 2025 2:30pm
Stumped
I was going to write a poem about Donald Trump
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
Someone i'd like to thump
But would rather have a dump
But not as plump
As that fat lump
I wish he'd take a flying jump
And hit the earth with a massive bump
As all his lies are soon gazumped
That chump Trump stumped
by Jemia
#corruption
#HumanRights
#nightmares
#politics
#surreal
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Rew
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:30pm
25th Jan 2025 9:30pm
Madame Guillotine...
Culling condemned folk can cause lots of stress
to executors though, they have great tools,
let Madame guillotine end that distress
Of gas, needles, Ol' Sparky, cooking flesh
all that stuff merely entertains the ghouls,
culling condemned folk can cause lots of stress .
It will end all their doubts no need to guess
dosage, or amps, proof against lib'ral fools,
let Madame Guillotine end that distress.
There's just time for a Priest's hurried "...od bless " ...
to executors though, they have great tools,
let Madame guillotine end that distress
Of gas, needles, Ol' Sparky, cooking flesh
all that stuff merely entertains the ghouls,
culling condemned folk can cause lots of stress .
It will end all their doubts no need to guess
dosage, or amps, proof against lib'ral fools,
let Madame Guillotine end that distress.
There's just time for a Priest's hurried "...od bless " ...
#villanelle
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
68 reads
6 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:53am
27th Nov 2024 2:53am
Silenced Violence
I didn’t know grief had a sound, until it echoed in the silence after the gunshot.
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.
I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background...
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.
I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background...
#CallToAction
#frustration
#hope
#HumanRights
#violence
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
16th Nov 2024 4:11pm
Check The Bishops Mate!
An arch bishop of Canterbury,
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
did not tell
Of John Smyth, who came from
some place in hell
Who regularly abused
young boys
Yet Justin Welby
made the choice
Of withholding evidence,
which deserves time in jail!
by Jemia
#abuse
#HumanRights
#morality
#prison
#silence
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 10:56am
13th Nov 2024 10:56am
THE HAUNTING
A child's fragile frame, curled tight on the ground,
Silent cries echo, but make no sound.
A vulture waits, patient, cold, and near,
In the heart of despair, death hovers here.
Empty bellies, hollow eyes, too weak to fight,
Life fades slowly under fading light.
The world looks on through a captured lens,
Yet their hunger, their pain—when does it end?
Kevin's eyes, heavy with grief,
Held the burden beyond belief.
A prize in hand, but a heart lost deep,
In shadows where haunted memories creep.
For all who saw, did you...
Silent cries echo, but make no sound.
A vulture waits, patient, cold, and near,
In the heart of despair, death hovers here.
Empty bellies, hollow eyes, too weak to fight,
Life fades slowly under fading light.
The world looks on through a captured lens,
Yet their hunger, their pain—when does it end?
Kevin's eyes, heavy with grief,
Held the burden beyond belief.
A prize in hand, but a heart lost deep,
In shadows where haunted memories creep.
For all who saw, did you...
#corruption
#grief
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#sadness
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3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
25th Oct 2024 2:35pm
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
#HumanRights
#love
#rebellion
#romantic
#seductive
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 9:27pm
19th Sep 2024 9:27pm
HEARTS OF STONE: Social Commentary
CHAPTERS ⬇️
1. Disease & Denialism
2. Christian Nationalism & Imperialism
3. Cliques & Cults
4. The Super Rich & The Bourgeoisie
5. Exploitation & Slavery
6. Supremacy & Violence
7. Bread & Circuses
8. Trauma & Behavior modification
9. News & propaganda
10. Othering & Cancel Culture
11. The Ostracized & The Alienated
12. Famine & Attrition
13. Protagonists & Antagonists (Heroes Vs. Villains)
14. War & Finality
1. Disease & Denialism
2. Christian Nationalism & Imperialism
3. Cliques & Cults
4. The Super Rich & The Bourgeoisie
5. Exploitation & Slavery
6. Supremacy & Violence
7. Bread & Circuses
8. Trauma & Behavior modification
9. News & propaganda
10. Othering & Cancel Culture
11. The Ostracized & The Alienated
12. Famine & Attrition
13. Protagonists & Antagonists (Heroes Vs. Villains)
14. War & Finality
#CallToAction
#HumanRights
#morality #politics
#morality #politics
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 1:55am
14th Aug 2024 1:55am
Injustices
I shall not be blind to injustices, to see that I live comfortably,as it tramples humanity. I say I see to much to be quiet, so I throw my voice into the ocean of injustices to cause ripples, create waves to drown it out. How can I sit quietly as my heart screams out. No Justice no peace, so there is no Justice so I have no peace of mind. Picket signs and riots yelling in my head. If you are quiet in the face of injustices, you hide your face behind the face of comfortability. And if you find comfort in your heart as injustices, stomps at your door. Than you are the face of injustice. In the...
#corruption
#homelessness
#HumanRights
#inequality
#LifeStruggles
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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 5:47pm
11th Jul 2024 5:47pm
deaf, dumb & blind...
are we now to become
no more than yesterday's phantasms?
specters drifting across a barren landscape
too foolish to pay any heed to the errors of our fathers
or the fallout from every previous foul deed
those men who valiantly fought or tragically fell
directed by a madman's selfish hand
where they were gathered
& ruthlessly enslaved
countless numbers completely erased
living now only the nightmares of a few surviving souls
mourning their unforgotten existence
where memories lie buried in unmarked mass graves
or...
no more than yesterday's phantasms?
specters drifting across a barren landscape
too foolish to pay any heed to the errors of our fathers
or the fallout from every previous foul deed
those men who valiantly fought or tragically fell
directed by a madman's selfish hand
where they were gathered
& ruthlessly enslaved
countless numbers completely erased
living now only the nightmares of a few surviving souls
mourning their unforgotten existence
where memories lie buried in unmarked mass graves
or...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
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