Least Read Poems About Oppression

Invisible devices bind, leaving such
beautifully deep and bleeding scars

A pain that pours from the secret places
seeping into the hearts of those we
cherish most, killing them
ever so slowly

Love is a disease

God gnawing at Adam’s rib, a rabid dog
chewing until the spit and bone dust
created Eve, then with blood and semen
she and he bred death

A demon called decay teaching that
everything rots for the fallen, laughs
at the lovers gaze, for he sees
the brutality artfully hidden and
tastes the...

❝The quality of mercy is not strained.  
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven  
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed:  
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.❞  
—William Shakespeare  
 
 
would you be cruel to a wounded fawn?  
would you shame still a bruised or broken reed?  
would punish you a penitential lamb?  
or trample on its path a struggling seed?  
has callousness all mercy swept from you,  
all pity clean repealed from hope's purview?  
 
would you the hungry...

Childhood bliss,
Hiding under blankets
In a dark night
Soon the covers would be taken
Just for spite.

Unknown to hate,
A small sprout
Sheltered by trees
I miss those days when we'd run around
as we pleased.

Childhood was forgiving,
Childhood was free.
Childhood was less than rent now for me.

Now it's all different
What colors?
They refract and bend.
It seems this harsh reality won't end.
What once was radiant,
is now grey
And the children are filled with dismay
Because that's...