American History Poems - Poems about American History

Who were these people? Those who committed such casual cruelty? It wasn't a minority either but the majority. There are too many accounts of pain and sorrow to be otherwise. Was man another species altogether then? Without empathy, lacking basic human compassion. I listen to the wind howl from ago, watch it vomit the times past, our past,...

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Aboriginal tribes, ancient and free, Bold explorers sailed ‘cross the vast sea. Colonial dreams, a new world’s birth, Devout pilgrims, a holy rebirth. Emancipation’s fight, a nation’s test, Freedom’s beacon, forever the best. Great minds convened, a framework to frame, Human rights secured, liberty’s aim. Immense territory, a nation’s expanse, Joint efforts waged, a defiant stance. Keen Monroe Doctrine, a hemispheric shield, Land’s westward march, a...

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In the land of sun and sand, Where the world burns hot and bright, Stands a man with skin of onyx, A black man, a noble sight. He walks with purpose and power, His stride firm and unyielding, For he knows the weight of history, And the challenges of his being. Through the centuries of oppression, His people have persevered, From the chains of slavery, To...

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Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and leaders of World… “State capture ruling system is not a made in Europe...” Let us look in the history of the world to understand the author of the states capture and the imitators of that system...  As author of some published...

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Near nice allies need to confront this beast in the moment to be brave. Not in a memoir when you’re 75 and few feet from the grave. For colored people and all people of color start a whining wave. Why do we still fight for the same civil rights of nineteen sixty-three? Did you know Comcast is fighting against the rights ...

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My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till I often dream about his badly-mutilated body – The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten To death … for ostensibly flirting with a white woman. A victim of the era in which he lived, he was lynched, But the men who killed him were found “Not Guilty.” Have we any reason to wonder...

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We all have roots from seeds In and on the fertile soil of our lives Where we are planted to need The place we know as home to thrive Shaped and harvested we live to die As the grains of wheat and hay Kernels of corn, okra and dandelion greens In the grand yield of who we are each day But the winds...

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I KNOW MY PEOPLE. I've seen their suffering and their tears, Their anger and their fears. I've seen them work amongst the mills, In cotton and sugar fields. Working with bleeding hands, And refusing to give up then. While tortured with whips and ropes, And they still believe in hope. I KNOW MY PEOPLE. I've seen them laugh. I've seen them cry. I've seen them live. I've seen...

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The death winter came and was cold With white on the purple mountain The Tiwahe’, the Standing Rock People Begged for warm fires from Iktinie the Sun Spirit Our mouths were hungry and bodies were weak Iya’ the Snow Monster had taken us farther to the south To follow Capa the Beaver Spirit A long journey into early winter’s night For there...

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Chapter 2, The 1492. That’s where they like to begin. They skip over the terrorists activities of theft, plunder, and genocides. When we naively thought freedom was free, We paid our lives for it during the revolution. In 1770, they Crispus Attucks us, blatantly and openly attacked us. Years later, they correct the history and...

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Tears on Mother Liberty Plutocracy the society they created through the Trump towers, now they regret it Like Iraq having no democracy. Theocracy seems Like the answer for now, for evil has ruined what was once a great nation, Living all hopeless and faithless. God bless America! Down your tools, raise your fists and continue the dream of Martin...

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She was the queen, down in New Orleans. She had authority, and she is meant to be known. You should appreciate her, cause she is a legend. Her name is widely spoken. You can't just ignore her. I believe in her. Her strength, her power. How she helped her fellow folks, even though she was feared. A woman of color, who went down...

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Music is around us Music is in us We were born with a rhythm The rhythm in us gives indication of the life in us I put my hand on my chest and I could tap dance to the joy of my heart I could sing to the flatter of butterflies in my stomach The sun rises with...

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National Museum of African American History and Culture Stacked raisin brown in a sea of white stone. Far from the dome, defiant against Rome. Windows covered toward deceit. But open toward the Emancipators feet. Shimmering gold in the setting sun. Much too small to hold, the valiant tale told. A people risen up, fist held high. Praising God with, a bold new cry....

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The Solitude in Africa toil and helped to unfold Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told. Judgmental glances seeing Africa from outdoors, Taken in by tales of the villagers living indoors. The epoch of age pores on in utter fascination, History in a trance did not cause by liberation. Subtle beings on the horizon enriched in mind, Striving to be a...

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