Poems About Racism Published by Members Recently Online
#racism
To a Faithless Colonialist
But this must have been before his - let us say - nerves, went wrong …” - Heart of Darkness
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
#dark
#nature
#racism #historical
#racism #historical
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To a Faithless Colonialist
But this must have been before his - let us say - nerves, went wrong …” - Heart of Darkness
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
#dark
#nature
#racism #historical
#racism #historical
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To a Faithless Colonialist
But this must have been before his - let us say - nerves, went wrong …” - Heart of Darkness
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
#dark
#nature
#racism #historical
#racism #historical
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0 Comments
To a Faithless Colonialist
But this must have been before his - let us say - nerves, went wrong …” - Heart of Darkness
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
Reverberating like a carefully controlled
music. The trees in fact betray
no conscious hand. The night has polled
the peaks and valleys of the fray,
the dark metropolis that is your heart,
and found no truck with national charms.
Your nerves aren’t right. A child’s art
cannot disguise the bloody, outstretched arms.
You will not say a word. And if you do, I’ll wrap
my worsted hands around your throat, and tell
the King you died in love’s...
#dark
#nature
#racism #historical
#racism #historical
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Haiku #2
the body is dead
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
#anger
#hate
#haiku #racism
#haiku #racism
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Haiku #2
the body is dead
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
#anger
#hate
#haiku #racism
#haiku #racism
119 reads
2 Comments
Haiku #2
the body is dead
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
#anger
#hate
#haiku #racism
#haiku #racism
119 reads
2 Comments
Haiku #2
the body is dead
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
the blood is red
the bigotry is sad...
PAR
#anger
#hate
#haiku #racism
#haiku #racism
119 reads
2 Comments
BLM
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#racism #inequality
#racism #inequality
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2 Comments
BLM
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#racism #inequality
#racism #inequality
345 reads
2 Comments
BLM
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#racism #inequality
#racism #inequality
345 reads
2 Comments
BLM
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#racism #inequality
#racism #inequality
345 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Racism Published by Members Recently Online