Aparthied Poems | Examples


Birthright

Is  Harry Potter hero or the son of nepotism ?
Did you notice Parvati or a pinch of Racism? 

Where tempests do come and go
Were Grendel and Caliban really the foe? 

Where perfect is hour glass figure
And villian whom Conrad called 

To convert the world into battles of Verdun
Is it pride or White man’s burden

45 trillion dollar theives crowned as first world 
And hurling their emblem to remain unfurled

Fear to the extend of removing him from books
You and death couldn’t defeat that Crook

Where Ngugi is decolonisation of Mind
Where Nirvana both Budhha and Mahaveer find

Where atrocities of Red Indians is guilty 
Where Racism, Aparthied, and Slavery is filthy

Where same are Vivekanand and Babbit
That land is my birthright and i shall have it.

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Wales U K some parents care..bout childrens
Senses being pared; away with caution, with 
Thoughts i'd think not rare.? By any who exist
Out there ! Who have concern who'd like there
To be, in childrens lives sensibility a graduated
Learning climb, content age related is that some
Crime? Sex education cannot be right for those
Of six.' Such precious mites.' Would the same
Be allowed to steer a formula one? In such early 
Years? Or perhaps a drone, eqipped for war?
What say you judge ? Who has judged before.!
Judged against a human right, you have aggreived
You cast a blight ' I am aligned I here support the
Caring parents who have rightly fought, for freedom
In context, of better ed ' are the admistrators inside
Just dead ? There can't be thought or reason
Applied ' when such actions versus needs its quite
Aparthied.' And not between species or race yet
Twixt parents and children  such a great; disgrace.'

Post-Aparthied Same Zulu

Has God accepted
your burning
white flesh
yet?

As the blood seeps into the ground
nourishing the land 
that was advanced by civilization.

The raped White carcasses
of White farmers
residents
and their ancestors 
made them equal:

To the Black death of the dark continent.

Civilizations' fall 
despite the gospel given --
that said love your enemy.

The pagan and tribal era has returned
--to dance upon the White carcass--
of autonomy.

If the savage had not been baptized
in Christ's name;
if he had not been clothed in civilization.

If tribe and chief had not been 
absolved for sovereign man 
--White man--
would not be supreme.

On the reservation is the tradition
of the primitive; still living their ghost.

Farther South they gather in the jungle...

Are they clothed? Have they heard you Lord?

Among the farthest East --they heard you-- and made you one of them.

Running wild in the streets untamed, the heathen rapes and robs in the name of social justice.

Saying your clothes do not fit and your baptism was not full submersion.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor


Why They Came To Africa

Like the burglar thats attracted by money,
like the thug that’s paid to kill,
so they got enticed by our gold, our diamond and our oil.
so they came to steal, to kill and to destroy us.
Gold coast,Ivory coast , South Africa,Cameroon amongst other countries were attacked…
they stole our gold,
they stole our diamond
and they stole our oil.
when we resisted, they kill us with their inhuman policies
like aparthied in S.Africa,
and by destroying us, they took us as slaves.
we now live in ghettos and slumps
we die of poverty and famine
they are the ones responsible for our plight
their coming to Africa has brought nothing good
for they came to STEAL, to KILL and to DESTROY

Aparthied

Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career, 
you feel sorry. You don’t get the sleep, 
core-feelings flee from 
the windows of an ailing house. 
A cloud softens again in the eyes. 
Wronged truth has created 
an aparthied in ranks of candles.

Inner pain gropes towards 
the spot between eyes.
You survive by the 
whispers of absolute bliss. 
Looking becomes a sequential text. 
The self divides the darkness into hot flames. 
Outpouring the anguish, the frailities.

At dawn the blackness 
of dripping night fades.
The earth wins the moral nothingness, 
beyond the regrets of inspired sermons. 
The psyche is rooted 
deep in the mud, topless
dust spreading the 
message of preferred truce.



SATISH VERMA

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