Poems about Oppression
#oppression
Poems about oppression, situations in which people are governed in an unjust way. Facing oppression by suffering prolonged cruelty and being prevented from having freedom and opportunity. Here you'll find distressing poems about people being subject to oppressive treatment by society and those in power.
Xaphan
Poem Published
25th Mar 2023 11:27pm
25th Mar 2023 11:27pm
Monsters Among Us
The monocrats, with their addled, wired minds, are out of sync
With any rationality, now we are corpus vile and unable to think
But the superpowers, antichrists, have always been, man made
By the fawning inciters and sycophants; as you wish, they bade
No intelligent life, would be coerced to pray, to unverifiable gods
Or empower, insane misanthropes, with one eye blind and nods
Controlled by ideology, nothing changes, so we are, condemned
To be on the brink, of extinction, from their eschaton, to the end
There are many monsters among...
With any rationality, now we are corpus vile and unable to think
But the superpowers, antichrists, have always been, man made
By the fawning inciters and sycophants; as you wish, they bade
No intelligent life, would be coerced to pray, to unverifiable gods
Or empower, insane misanthropes, with one eye blind and nods
Controlled by ideology, nothing changes, so we are, condemned
To be on the brink, of extinction, from their eschaton, to the end
There are many monsters among...
#oppression
#war
#faith
#monsters
#humankind
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 6:34pm
20th Mar 2023 6:34pm
An Arabian Knight in Eden
Another name will be inscribed
across the false and empty tomb
the ones who hurt you choose.
You were, however, so much more
than just a girl without a womb,
or just an ex-inhabitant of one,
like those who came in love sickened
to give you hope and then snatch it,
a cruelness of the vile pit
behind a lot of hearts.
You were, and are, a fallen Knight
with Eden's flaming sword across your back,
astride a glowing horse, a unicorn
of love that has not been sickened,
has not been fed on silicon, and bills,
and concrete...
across the false and empty tomb
the ones who hurt you choose.
You were, however, so much more
than just a girl without a womb,
or just an ex-inhabitant of one,
like those who came in love sickened
to give you hope and then snatch it,
a cruelness of the vile pit
behind a lot of hearts.
You were, and are, a fallen Knight
with Eden's flaming sword across your back,
astride a glowing horse, a unicorn
of love that has not been sickened,
has not been fed on silicon, and bills,
and concrete...
#oppression
#politics
#LGBT #transgender
#LGBT #transgender
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atmos_productions
Atmos
Atmos
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 1:51pm
20th Mar 2023 1:51pm
Melanin
Wash away the sins of the father
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand
Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?
Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to give in
Committing evil against humanity
Fighting a war against prejudice
Over melanin produced in the skin
Find the key others have found before
Let their voices be your guide
Open your mind...
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand
Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?
Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to give in
Committing evil against humanity
Fighting a war against prejudice
Over melanin produced in the skin
Find the key others have found before
Let their voices be your guide
Open your mind...
#oppression
#racism
#ignorance #inequality
#ignorance #inequality
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Wired6
Bumped 11th Mar 2023 4:36pm
25th Nov 2021 11:10pm
25th Nov 2021 11:10pm
P.L.A.T.E
One day I ate a porcelain plate.
I endeavoured 2 eat it all.
Within a matter of minutes.
The porcelain plate swallowed me whole.
©Wired6. 6/09/2021
I endeavoured 2 eat it all.
Within a matter of minutes.
The porcelain plate swallowed me whole.
©Wired6. 6/09/2021
#oppression
#power
#evolution
#consumerism
#inequality
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 4:07pm
1st Mar 2023 4:07pm
Mr. Prime Minister
Based on true events
On Tuesday morning, evil men and women raided Lincoln Road.
It was a joint police/military operation in the rush hour.
The Jamaican security forces swarmed the area like locusts.
And the damn idiots claimed that they were looking for criminals.
Why did they not search the House of Parliament first?
Mr. Prime Minister, do you regard this as police intelligence?
Do Jamaican police and soldiers know the meaning of criminal?
Some dictionaries define criminal as a person who has committed a crime,
But you cannot call...
On Tuesday morning, evil men and women raided Lincoln Road.
It was a joint police/military operation in the rush hour.
The Jamaican security forces swarmed the area like locusts.
And the damn idiots claimed that they were looking for criminals.
Why did they not search the House of Parliament first?
Mr. Prime Minister, do you regard this as police intelligence?
Do Jamaican police and soldiers know the meaning of criminal?
Some dictionaries define criminal as a person who has committed a crime,
But you cannot call...
#soldiers
#oppression
#politics
#evil
#HumanRights
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Feb 2023 12:32pm
24th Feb 2023 12:32pm
innocence
what is innocence except
a monkey on a rack
or in a hole
observed by scientific eyes
bespectacled and sheer
and hands above a golden watch
delineating notes
on how the monkey’s eyes reflect
a dimming of the light
as if its love’s capacity
is withering like plants
in an abandoned house
a monkey on a rack
or in a hole
observed by scientific eyes
bespectacled and sheer
and hands above a golden watch
delineating notes
on how the monkey’s eyes reflect
a dimming of the light
as if its love’s capacity
is withering like plants
in an abandoned house
#love
#oppression
#science #evil
#science #evil
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Feb 2023 5:21pm
21st Feb 2023 5:21pm
Punch an Author
Punch an author,
do it quick,
before she makes a kiddie sick.
Punch an author,
do it right,
or else the watchers of the night
may bloom like flowers in the light
and thick like kudzu choke us all,
before they pierce with points of view
the generation soft and new.
Punch an author,
do it now!
He’s unimportant, anyhow.
And in our bland utopia
no thought will cross
a quiet mind, because no mind
will be quiet. Quiet’s suspicious, after all,
it breeds a dark, Satanic thrall…
the lure and...
do it quick,
before she makes a kiddie sick.
Punch an author,
do it right,
or else the watchers of the night
may bloom like flowers in the light
and thick like kudzu choke us all,
before they pierce with points of view
the generation soft and new.
Punch an author,
do it now!
He’s unimportant, anyhow.
And in our bland utopia
no thought will cross
a quiet mind, because no mind
will be quiet. Quiet’s suspicious, after all,
it breeds a dark, Satanic thrall…
the lure and...
#violence
#oppression
#books #art
#books #art
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Kementic1
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 3:40pm
10th Feb 2023 3:40pm
Disgrace
US House Rep. MTG at the SOTU showed a total lack of decorum
among her peers at the august forum
She was rowdy like at a University of Georgia football game
and about this fact she has no shame
If she were a DEM the GOP would call for her censure
and behind the scenes make attempts to bench her
In any case
her "performance" was a total-Disgrace
among her peers at the august forum
She was rowdy like at a University of Georgia football game
and about this fact she has no shame
If she were a DEM the GOP would call for her censure
and behind the scenes make attempts to bench her
In any case
her "performance" was a total-Disgrace
#oppression
#power
#politics
#ignorance
#rebellion
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
5th Feb 2023 1:08pm
5th Feb 2023 1:08pm
NO!! The HOLY SPIRIT Is NOT "The RESTRAINER" !!!
A friend asks me, "Why are you so fixated,
so enslaved to this idea that RUSSIA will take
over the world by bombing the USA??"
This guy is so dense that he says the billionaires,
the "globalists" are a worse threat
than the KREMLIN !!
He says the WEF or World Economic Forum is running things !!
THEY are the enemy, NOT the Russians.
I've been conversing with him for like 10 years.
I always thought of him as a human being,
a person.
Now to my surprise I discover he is only a human "organism,"
or " lifeform," NOT a...
so enslaved to this idea that RUSSIA will take
over the world by bombing the USA??"
This guy is so dense that he says the billionaires,
the "globalists" are a worse threat
than the KREMLIN !!
He says the WEF or World Economic Forum is running things !!
THEY are the enemy, NOT the Russians.
I've been conversing with him for like 10 years.
I always thought of him as a human being,
a person.
Now to my surprise I discover he is only a human "organism,"
or " lifeform," NOT a...
#violence
#oppression
#power #war
#power #war
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Ironysirens
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 9:06pm
3rd Feb 2023 9:06pm
Holding Back the Blue Rot !
Holding Back the Blue Rot” [Blue Rot = the Police State]
I am not the bridge, I am the Keystone, the Arch, the Matriarchal form of being.
I am without racism, without Rot and free to stand a protectorate, a dome, the whole, the womb.
My back is no bridge, yet my shoulders are my cornerstones, my devout legs my pillars of foundation.
My skull, the beauty, a keystone of balance and wedged pressure holding the arch of time.
Again without ROT! A void with no haunted racial overtones, having to explain but when, when, when will the pure...
I am not the bridge, I am the Keystone, the Arch, the Matriarchal form of being.
I am without racism, without Rot and free to stand a protectorate, a dome, the whole, the womb.
My back is no bridge, yet my shoulders are my cornerstones, my devout legs my pillars of foundation.
My skull, the beauty, a keystone of balance and wedged pressure holding the arch of time.
Again without ROT! A void with no haunted racial overtones, having to explain but when, when, when will the pure...
#oppression
#power
#racism
#freedom
#rebellion
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Naajir
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 6:57am
5th Jan 2023 6:57am
Majesty
it's your majesty
exuding in prominence
a story you tell
wizened thru patience
powerful and purposeful
your time is at hand
the legend of you
stalks the memory of man
etched in his passage
this ode is for you
sowed in a cheapened reserve
while the {wild} roam free
i apologize
for the zoos and circuses
and the mockery
as i write this rite
i know words won't make this right
but they're all i have
it's...
exuding in prominence
a story you tell
wizened thru patience
powerful and purposeful
your time is at hand
the legend of you
stalks the memory of man
etched in his passage
this ode is for you
sowed in a cheapened reserve
while the {wild} roam free
i apologize
for the zoos and circuses
and the mockery
as i write this rite
i know words won't make this right
but they're all i have
it's...
#beauty
#oppression
#animals
#nature
#hypocrisy
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Sage_6_paths_light
Poem Published
4th Jan 2023 2:32pm
4th Jan 2023 2:32pm
The prince of power
My father is king creator of all there is, was, or ever has been.
Mother and father are one of the same, to find substance in this truth you must travel within.
Let go of fear and traverse down a uncertain path.
Each start a taste of amnesia buried memories of any past.
The vibration translucent but a pinch of dispare.
Solitary delirium strangers in and out of the tare.
Mental facalties at war, subdued with but a sound.
Frequency weapons, feudalism, a media of mass destruction lies and fear spread all around.
Blind and ignorant one protectors now...
Mother and father are one of the same, to find substance in this truth you must travel within.
Let go of fear and traverse down a uncertain path.
Each start a taste of amnesia buried memories of any past.
The vibration translucent but a pinch of dispare.
Solitary delirium strangers in and out of the tare.
Mental facalties at war, subdued with but a sound.
Frequency weapons, feudalism, a media of mass destruction lies and fear spread all around.
Blind and ignorant one protectors now...
#hope
#oppression
#politics #spiritual
#politics #spiritual
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