Best Bigotry Poems
There are those in our society
who scream about fighting bigotry,
claim that we hate people with dark skin,
when you fired for insulting them,
claim that our women fear for their lives,
when the female sex is lionized,
claim that no one cares about the poor,
but nowhere else do the poor have more.
They keep having to go redefine
what bigotry must be in their minds
to find a new foe for them to ‘fight,’
...Or find excuses to smear the right,
when in truth on us they do project
their own prejudice, which we reject,
and in their gaslighting they won’t see
the types of remaining bigotry.
These days if you hate folks with skin pale
nobody gets up to gnash and wail,
no one declares you’re on the warn track
the way they would do if you were black.
In fact, degenerate leftists hordes
instead cry out that we should see more!
That their skin color makes them a blight,
they should apologize for being white?!
That an arbitrary fact of birth
is what should determine your self-worth?
That if you look one way you should bear
guilt forever, and endless despair
for sins of generations long gone?
That you’re responsible for their wrong?
That you alone pay for slavery,
when it was done by all societies,
be it black, brown, red, or yellow shade,
but it’s only one tint that must pay?
When you can shut down discussion hale
by screaming shrilly,”You’re a white male!”
When your claim pale folks are ‘born racist,’
and should not be allowed to persist?
When folks like I note the hypocrisy
the powers then try to silence me,
anti-white racists, the truth is plain,
allow this bigotry to remain...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
An immigrant nation
Imprisoning immigrants
Not equally born or not born
Of its natives and considered
Criminals is indeed oxymoronic
In a country founded by immigrants
Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous
People of their bordered lands
And nearly extincting them
Via hue-skin oppression
In a supposedly new found nation
Baptized with the the blood of those
Who simply became natives of a new
Claimed land that would no longer be theirs
Saved their newly assigned residential bordered
Land areas whose nourishing earth-grounds
Were later re-stolened in oxymoronic thanksgiving
Thus today’s oxymoronic musky trumped oligarchy
Should be no surprise to those who have survived
All the worst that has preceded our present day
Mayflowering defecation on democratic equality;
As with previous oppressive demonic political oppression
Let us dawn our liberating-overalls and get to work on
The new needed political repairs required to flush
Down political oppression over the coming years
In our continuous fight to be truly liberated
From any and all oxymoronic tuslated
Oligarchical power-mongering
Trumped political governing
Now being live streamed
And televised, 24-7:
Counter-revolution
Against us!
P.S.: Always be aware that liberation must be
Fought for and won and is never given;
Likewise let power never be bought:-
Even though bent neck on the book
gives a better and worthy outlook
knowledge without virtues and principles
Is a knife used constantly against humanity and life.
School itself gives mentally sound stability
but to overcome challenges, social molding gives the ability.
It’s beyond the bigotry of classrooms
rather, a system which opens an inventory of exposures.
Mental development has no gender
the blouse of civility and trouser of productivity it renders
to a society where tolerance is secretary
and good reasoning its lifestyle and a human notary.
Instincts may tell to give stupidity its medicine,
openness on the other hand is its ultimate vaccine.
Development and improved living, literacy’s only fixtures
giving the diseased skin of humanity a final smooth texture.
Bigotry's ubiquitous:
its roots, entangled through time.
And as intolerance grows:
anxiety starts its climb.
Using angry, hurtful rants;
racists weaponize their fears.
And sneer, as innocence dies;
unmoved by reason or tears.
Strong minds recruit weaker minds;
offering friendship as bait.
And partial truths, target youth:
while preaching doctrines of hate.
Bullies are forever trapped
in a web of pain and vice.
And that lifetime of hatred:
inflicts a terrible price.
Be not afraid
To fight the right fights
The hate, the hatred
To regain your rights
To end bigotry, racism
Fascism and nepotism.
Be brave
Like a heroic slave
Who is not afraid
To be whipped, raped
By an inhuman master
By a greedy slave owner.
Be not afraid
To fight for the weak
The underprivileged
Every single week
Every time
They’re victim of a crime.
Be not afraid to fight
The right fights
Every time you’re right
When your rights
Are denied and violated
When you’re humiliated.
You’re not a poor slave
You’re from no enclave
You’re from here
You belong to every tier
Of this picturesque landscape
That no eyes can escape.
Be not afraid
To dream, to dare
To fight hard and fair
Against the hatred
The bigots
And the nuts.
Copyright © November 20,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Prejudice within a heart
Colors all the world in hues
Of melancholy and haunting
Darkness in clouds of mourning
Laughter stilled by a bigot’s zeal
Racism within the soul
Colors all the world in shadows
Of dread, despair, disgrace
All the feelings of disillusionment
Hope silenced by discrimination
Bias within the one who knows
Colors blind eyes to truth and light
Discourages the feelings of honesty
And weakens the prayers who need to believe
God is with us, always in control, filling the spirit
With tolerance, patience and acceptance
Love that lives within the heart who knows
Narrow-mindedness dissuades truth and good
Prejudice reminds us why we should always be
Filled with toleration for those who are different
And an honest agreement to bring acceptance to those
Who may have, once upon a time, experienced bias of the worst sort
Bias brought alive on the gloomy breath of doubt, despair and dread
Darkness that weakens the light’s beautiful tenderness!
Have faith and believe, with God
All things are possible
With God, racism will soon be forgotten!
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
June 23, 2021
In one spiritual being we do agree
Under varied names we called thee
From different images they were mold
How they came to be varies when told
Religion unites people of same beliefs
Some are powerful enough to sink ships
Some struggle to put their name across
Others use violence to justify their cause
From then on religion has great effects
Confusing people on issues it redirects
Constitutional laws are taken for granted
Religious edicts are usually adopted
Religious bigotry does not make sense
Makes us passive, sexist and subservient
Prohibiting contraceptives and abortion
Spousal divorce and same sex relations
Governments tend to take advantage
Faithful convictions justify wars instead
They allow them to beat, burn and kill wives
An eye for an eye for those who won’t abide
For them there are only male and female
No gays or lesbians can walk heaven’s trail
To have plenty of children is a gift of life
Taking birth control pills is like killing a child
And so backward the world moves
As increase in crime and poverty proves
As wars were launched in aid of religion
People kill to uphold their congregation
The Bible says that the day of reckoning
Is when various sects have started sprouting
If only we can learn to respect each of our beliefs
Discarding religious bigotry will save us from grief.
No discrimination, no greed, no war!
In unity and peace, let us stand tall,
Nations, come together, heal the scar,
With love and compassion, we'll break the fall.
Scars of the past, not for vengeance to cling,
But as precious lessons, let's hold them tight,
War, a resolve that wrath will bring,
Evil's deceit, war's traitorous might.
Hitler hiding, like a rat in the bunker,
Japan overwhelmed, her wings torn asunder,
Mussolini spared not, this ruthless encounter,
In the face of war, all countries must ponder.
The Gentle Giant
I can Breathe
How many time have my black brothers and
Sisters divided theirs tears Into Sections
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: we thread: as we bled to death
The chanting will echoed, the violent will rise
the barricade will followed: then someone will die.
Black Lives Matters: Black lives matters
Are we really free?
Are we still running from the police?
They is no such thing as equal rights
Those are upright and downright lies:
No justice no peace: said you mama,
So heartless said your sister,
I will killed them said my brothers
As I compose this piece, racism is another kind
Of deadly disease: without a lease, without a cure:
As I stay here and listen to
the helicopter circling the neighborhood
All I can think of is bad actions, deadly reactions
Everybody stay calm, everybody stay down
Life isn’t fair,
chanted the big crowd in Trafalgar Square:
1 Corinthians 15:54, 55:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Death only uses violence:
An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
? Mahatma Gandhi
In the beginning
There were Adam and Eve
There was kindness,
and there was peace:
Everyone smiles in the same language
Not everyone hurts the same way:
Goodbye my brother .R.I.P
A time for demonstrating, a time to showed leadership
a time to be happy, a time to be sad,
A time to pull the trigger, a time to seize fire
A time for karma, a time for relaxing while the night calms
Rest in Peace my brother: George Floyd
Racism, George Floyd, riots, injustice, Kindness, Evil
PLASTIC BAG PREJUDICE AND BIGOTRY
What’s that over there?
Don’t bother, it’s just another of those goddamned plastic bags,
Just a plastic bag, a thin polythene bag,
Transparent, cheap, ugly: seen one seen ‘em all -
If I see one comin’ my way, I avoid it.
Always hangin’ in bunches at corners of streets
Where you wouldn’t walk at night,
In the markets after honest folks have all gone home,
Hovering, looking for nothing in particular.
An aimless existence, I tell you,
And I swear you can smell the stink off ‘em fifty feet away.
Can just tell by their color - they’re trouble.
And of course, always linked to cocaine and suchlike.
These guys never amount to anything; just useless,
Blowin’ in the wind - no purpose, no function, no real job:
Kinda like parasites on our country.
Decent folks don’t want ‘em - they don’t really belong.
Better to use good American paper bags, instead
Of importing these guys from sweat shops in Asia.
They’re nothing but trouble - they block up drains;
Can choke a kid; and suffocate a dog;
And we can’t get rid of ‘em. They won’t go away,
Don’t decay for like five zillion years in the soil.
We’d be better off without them -
Our country would be cleaner, less spoiled,
The way it was in the old days.
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NOTE
This is the third in my PLASTIC BAG trilogy. If I write a fourth, it will be a quadrilogy
Prejudice and Bigotry Horn Haiku
Prejudice will be
Less of you and more of me
Also bigotry.
Jim Horn
There’s a political party
that’s just obsessed with race,
all their power is built on it,
it’s rather a disgrace.
It started centuries ago
defending slavery,
campaigning for long decades to
keep blacks as property.
And when some other people said,
“Maybe this isn’t right,”
this party declared civil war,
began a bitter fight
that lasted four horrific years,
six hundred thousand dead,
and tore the whole country apart,
left out fields stained in red.
Then, when forced to admit defeat,
they thought up a new plan,
Jim crow would crush the now-free blacks,
and call them ‘boy,’ not man,
suppress all their natural rights
send men in white to scare,
make folks bow to their Klu Klux Klan,
to get elected there.
They then used their power to block
all anti-lynching laws,
segregated the bureaucracy
to advance their sick cause.
When even this wasn’t enough
to restrain southern blacks,
the party chose to filibuster
the damn Civil Rights Act!
And when this technique didn’t work
they got insidious,
they created the welfare state,
said, “You should vote for us.”
Bought black souls off with big hand-outs,
no men needed, cash for free!
Destroyed the urban work ethic
and the black family.
Now children grow up without dads
and fall to gang-banging,
people are told they can’t succeed,
there is no use in trying.
Somehow they have done more damage
then even slavery could,
this party knows it’s crushing souls,
and that it does them good.
As long as blacks are miserable,
as long as they’re kept poor,
this party can just buy their votes
with the temptation of more.
Worse still, this party has declared
skin is ‘identity,’
that they can decide, by your flesh,
what a person believes.
One is ‘oppressor,’ one is ‘oppressed,’
one other half-way stuck,
they see no individuals,
don’t believe in that stuff.
They have their nice categories,
insist you must belong,
if your resist they call you slurs,
get your fired…that’s just wrong.
There’s a party of racism,
there’s no contesting that.
You ask what is this party named?
We call them Democrats.
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Tonight finds me moved to give cause your bottomless emnity
If I am unclean, why do you then tarnish these hills with my blood?
Look well upon this dark face, for it's not the last you will see...
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Bias puts kibosh on innovation
Preconception to still birth
Predestined by bigots
Why do we fight,
just cause we don't agree?
Seems like we have enough to
waste of time and energy.
They made Shylock antagonist
but really he was more right than he was Jew
for we all have the same eyes to view,
the same organs, senses and affections too.
We're similar in so many ways,
yet we obsess over our differences for days.
We discriminate against those others-
the disabled the destitute and the gays .
A black man, George Floyd was killed
over a 20 dollar bill
and once Jamsetji Tata could not enter an inn
because of the colour of his skin .
They didn't like the trans woman's voice,
the black man's hair they despised.
The villagers believed they were so much different from them
that they fought them and condemned
right under the eyes of their beloved Totem
whose chants they knew all so well
"Love thy neighbour" at the church they'd tell
yet they wouldn't accept a foreign immigrant
and people even slightly different.
"She's black and fat and ugly",
they said like beauty's not subjective.
She was only nine then and
of her body she was never again acceptive.
Her mother told her she's lovely
but nothing no one said could help
the words of those few
had imprinted on her like a tattoo.
In a little village far away,
gossip travelled fast.
Small or big
no secret would last .
The village found out he
married a muslim girl.
They beat him with stones and sticks,
they were done with his foolish tricks.
Returning back from a temple
a woman said about another couple
"they're inter caste, their marriage won't last "
over the poor couple a jinx had been cast.
The villagers cast jinx on the "jinxed castes"
the villagers wouldn't touch their hands
or visit their lands.
These castes were deemed untouchable.
We're more similar than we think,
More like each other than we believe.
We emphasise too much on our differences
instead, our similarities we should see.
A world where Hindus and Muslims don't fight.
One world where all the races unite.
A place where brotherhood beats bigotry
is the world as I'd like it to be.