Best Discriminations Poems
Maybe in another lifetime
There will be no classifications or
generalizations, nor discriminations.
Stereotypical consultations of
people with no limitations of racial
inclinations.
Shall external images forever
dominate?
With eliminating of faces who do
not pass on rankings.
God-forsaken souls trapped in
bodies with boundaries.
Bodies trapped in bordered
countries.
Why all these restrictions and secret
encriptions leading our lives as
fiction?
Will money forever define our
positions?
Situations now rely on taxation and
all other government operations.
Water, housing and education are
more complications.
Should politicians and officials be
making such conditions?
When will crime come to a stop?
As society live with their own
possessions fearsomely and
indelinquents carry on fiercely.
Fraudulent activities continue and
surprisingly the "supposed-to-be-
behind-bars" live freely.
How do the innocent live as
prisoners and criminals feel a full
force of Uhuru?
Perhaps in another lifetime will
there be no indications of such
implications.
Money, appearance and crime will
be nothing more than a waste of
time.
But not in this life, maybe in
another life time!
He would have dissolved the congress party
Would have stopped at once all its festivity
Certainly would have gone on hunger strike
And, would have, launched a blistering attack.
He would have wholly banned the sacred khadi
That some time ago symbolized utmost sanctity
According to him it stood for human dignity
And no present day politician is found worthy.
He would have removed all sorts of reservations
And would have urged people to spurn such sops
Encouraged developing self respect minus props
To earn bread thro’ honest labor of sweat drops.
He promptly would have stopped all pensions
At the moment enjoyed by the freedom-fighters
Would have told them to return the allowances
As serving the motherland calls for great sacrifices.
He would have fought against all injustices
Would have put full stop to discriminations
Which divide the people and the human race
And create a schism in a fragile social order.
He would have banned entry of all the Mnc’s
And encouraged forcefully all rural industries
Making the village development a focal point
That aims for growth and banishes unemployment.
He would have stoutly advocated family planning
Convincing the public to practice non-indulgence
To help the nation prosper with self-reliance
And avoid facing consequences of dependence.
The state of affairs is so stomach-churning today
It is good that he attained martyrdom on that day
Were he alive to witness the present day nonsense
He might have sought the slayer pleading death.
A good portion of the nation is living out loud
involuntarily, because of invasion of privacy,
Inquisitions prompted by religious affliliations
and racial discriminations,
Private living has become obsolete,
obliterated by accusations, and curiosities,
The American Dream no longer holds the
same meaning for everyone,
Foreigners' lives are plastered on every news edition,
from the products they use, to the foods they eat,
Quiet lives are no longer discreet,
such indignities and inhumane treatments have become
the norm, because spies come in all sizes, shapes and forms,
When will all the mistrust and circumspection end?
Remember, Terrrorists don't lay down roots and pretend to
be friends........,
They are only committed to appearances and ends.
Why the standing of African new generation?
African youths come with words not swords,
African youths come with motivational songs
not guns sounds,
African youths come with celestial orders
not demoniacs,
African youths come with true love not discriminations.
Why the standing of African new generation?
African youths standing for peace in all places
African youths come with good visions,
African youths standing for equal rights,
African youths standing with all the victims
of neo-colonisation for better future for all.
African new generation standing to make Africa better.
July 3/2023
If wishes were horses
We’d all take a ride and possibly this time
We could come inside
Without picking up a VD-in-the-box
Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox
Mind, body, soul, heart, head and feet
imprisoned deep
in a concrete complication of humiliation and revelation,
Pushed off bridges that cross
Dreams, desires, expectations . . .
Only to land in reality where we sleep with the fishes.
But who can sleep with the noise
Of bombs overhead
Dropping charges of illumination into
Each and every head
Casting shadows of scattered bones
That litter floors of our closets
Fears placed on display like
Vegas at night - Psychotic.
Riotous images of
Things left unsaid,
Things we wish were undone
Resonate in our heads - but
Let us pause to give thanks that only Pandora has the key to our
Recriminations and capitulations
Discriminations that inhibited associations
Humiliations that induced devastation
Prevented cross-pollination & stopped maturation
of our soul – God's creation . . .
As we view it through the keyhole of an air-tight little box
Reminders of the past the price we pay if it unlocks
The reminiscing turns broad highways into vicious stumbling blocks
With ghosts of roads not taken swarming round our heads in flocks
While blows of our poor choices, rain around our heads like rocks
But it is said that every virgin stoned has a chance to receive paradise
So we wish . . .
Hoping that God will swoop down in one big duex et machina with a
Diamond in the back
Sunroof top
Diggin’ the scene with the ability to save all the virgins
And through we sacrifice our happiness on altars of regret
There's no absolution
Because we won’t let go of our
Dirty little secrets
Commercially,the road wasn't helping,
It wasn't giving basic facts about evil which rise against its walkers,
Birds were making statements to draw our attention towards those melling,
Distraction kept being thrown upon minds of hawkers,
Their selling products were ceased and stolen,
Mouths were opened to chastised against those task force,
It never got them tormented over their indescency at a grinchy remorse,
Traffic jam now kept the scene badly heated at all cost,
Those who won't let go of their avenue for fetching satisfaction made no repose,
Others also kept themselves fully under glope,
Who should be blame?
Who should fulfil the desires of fans to the game?
Policies kept increasing from axis to axis,
Whilst, actually no soul has power over taxes,
Power brought out from the ocean,discriminations and heavy punches,
Out of fed up,war concludes the lives of citizens in there,
There after,the president is pleading and fasting to reflex,
But,it's too late for this insanity man and his fellow leaders,
Indeed,power trends till it breed societal killers.
So let chrish ourselves with equality and live to the fullest.
Life and its two sides, God or
Adversary.
And you can't be in the middle.
Your ways must not oppose
your words in identifying
yourself as a child of God not as
creature of God.
We go through
rejections,discriminations and
rough patches as children of
God. But you were never
assured that it would be easy to
walk with christ. But you were
assured that it would be worth it
in the end.
Jesus tells us that he was not
liked by many but rejected by
many, so who are you to be
favoured by many becouse of
him?
Even as a leader you are not
suppose to be liked by many but
if that's the case, then you must
know there's something wrong
your doing.
So nevermind the world and its
people, just endure in spreading
the word, cause we are living in
the world were one man dies
alone.
Don't be a man pleaser nor
strive for a man perfection,
Cause your father isn't nor his
Son but rather be The Great I
Am's pleaser and be near your
blessings.
Injustice
Imbalances run.
National humiliations undergo.
Judicial abuses attack.
Unjust discriminations shine.
Structural imbalances run.
Terrible outrageous glimmer.
Imbalances glimmer.
Cruel oppressors shout.
External imbalances walk
IF I WERE NOT BORN
This world is very tough to live in
People left this place in pain, yet others come in
By no choice of theirs, they enter here innocent and unprepared
To face the lot of situations yet to be repaired
Who are you to question or refuse this entry?
If I knew, I would have given it a try.
For so did I come to meet this worrisome situations
Unpredictable, crude, unfair-world filled with discriminations.
If I were not to be born,
I would have been safe in the realm of the unknown.
The violence, corruption, greed, hatred, murder, robbery, back-biting, disaster …
For these and more, death is no more a sorrow to the dead brother or sister
For the dead's pain is washed away by their absence
And it’s only we the living who have sorrows of their absence.
I would have been glad, if I were not born,
Troubles come and remain awaiting others to be born
Fleeting on earth like the worm on sand in a sunny day
I consume and borrow before I get my pay
Struggling has not helped much, prayer only enhances hope
I, most at times, feel I should opt for the loop-rope!
I crack the shell with my bare teeth for someone else to chew the sweet nut
Sequence of troubling scenes and acts that rumble my gut
Tears are the dews in the favored morning I witness
The sweat of the day and the empty dinner table are epitome of nothingness!
If I were not born to meet this unfair stage
I wouldn’t have had this worry and pain as I print on this page.
The beginning of every good work always is hard,
Hardly but we have to pick up the pace to reach our dreams.
Calling people from four directions of the world to come to Jesus Christ,
” Witchdoctors, Bandits, Prostitutes, Witches, Liars, Drunkards, And Murderers.”
It is hard, then harder.
Life has many challenges when we are teaching the true knowledge to our Friends,
Family members,
Neighbors,
And Colleagues.
” Death,
Prosecutions,
Imprisonment,
Betrayed,
Hatred,
And Discriminations always occur. “
The world into the mirror, nothing is hidden, no one to break the mirror in the sky, which reflecting the hearts of worldly people.
The sunrise from the east of the world, shining over there, upper, everyone can see it, above there; everyone can feel it.
So luminous,
Lustrous like the words of a wise man,
like the words of God, reminding you and me from far,
very far,” hello, time is near, time is coming, now is, when the true worshippers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such to worship Him."
So sweet than sugar,
Sweet than honey from the bees,
The honey from the heavens,
The honey from the seat of Jehovah,
Is so sweet,
come and taste it,
Salvation will fill your heart,
Your name will change,
To be Sweetheart, Sweetie.
You will never regret many years drinking human blood, drinking witch charm, idol waters in the prisons of Satanists.
The reality of the world.
Come; come back to the Lord, the source of a pure river of water of eternal life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of Jesus Christ.
Free, freely, you will drink it and become a Saved one, Holy man, created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness.
No death
But life forever
And ever,
Amen.
Salute To Michael Jackson
Fade from black to grey
Fade from red to pink
Fade from white to yellow
But no matter what
You always stood mellow
No discriminations
No racism or ignorance
Could stop you…
For you were a true king
And it was in you we believed
You inspired us all
So we know that if we fall
We must get bck up
Stomp the dust off our Tims
Say a prayer as we look up
And we’re back at it again
Salute to Michael Jackson
As we stand side by side
Forever we’ll respect
And keep your memory alive.
Rest In Peace: Michael Jackson
By: Aleasha A. Martin
That Blessed Day
When the shuddering echo,
Of battle-cries vanish forever,
Under the victorious cheers
Of universal brotherhood,
When the cold murderous cannons,
Will be silenced by love,
And in their barrels singing birds
Build their nests,
When the cruel wounds,
Mercilessly inflicted by barbaric wars,
Be healed once and for all
By human compassion,
When the medals of honor,
Of today’s heroes,
Monuments of shame in the eyes,
Of the world appear,
When hatred and its siblings,
Are expelled from our kind hearts,
Thrown thus into the Tartarus
Of human condemnation,
When racial discriminations,
That divided us are obliterated,
By the sublime understanding,
Of our enlightened minds,
When upon the ravaged face
Of our long-suffered planet,
A place is found for each one of us
To live happily free,
That blessed day
Will be the first,
Among the endless number of days,
OF PEACE ON EARTH!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 February 1984
we were tired
after the long march for freedom hundred
miles of trekking hurting knees sweating skin
too hot a day for the mid autumn may be the pain
fever in the big city after the cherries have blossomed
n gone like an endemic influenza
sea of people like the sand on the beaches
stretched beyond her innocent yearning hazel eyes
the preacher was on talking of dreams proclamations
emancipations and discriminations in the valley of despair
we were dreaming too
she was yellow and i was brown under classifications
imagine our children what could they be maybe violet
purple green blue indigo orange lilac crimson pink or red
tissues are pink and the blood red for all sure i have seen
imagine if we were born with all these colours or like a rain bow
well back to dreams again we were dreaming
for a world where there is
no cast creed colour or country
sect state party religion hell or heaven
the greatest speach of the liberator was on
he was on fire lighting up the masses
he was moving our souls but the system was not functioning n
we couldnt comprehend hence we shared our cold beer turned
warm we were tired and was lost in the crowd for a while
Relative.
Subjective.
Freedom fighters?
Protective?
They are pieces manuvered
In the great game of life.
They often stoke uproars,
Violence and strife!
Rights are considered
A pathway to peace.
To enforce Discriminations
And Persecutions grips to release.
Rights belong to all.
And absolutely to none.
Sometimes they help
Society to move on.
From conception we each
Have the right to live.
When wronged, we have
The right to forgive.
But one right, a right we
All want to have and to be,
The right we desire
Is to be happy.
Such a right is down
To the way that we are.
Who are we at heart?
Why does it sometimes seem far?
Rights often fall
To each one their choice
No matter how loud or
How quiet their voice.
But in claiming our own,
Let's not deny others theirs.
With rights come responsibility.
Let's live our right to care.
Written 6th December 2021
For the "Human Rights Contest"
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
A cry of an infant awake the pride you had,
And my eyes were opened at dawn to see a denying love,
Hesitated in anguish for a while...
I saw a beatiful lady who was on date with a young guy,
Genius was her pen name...
She rose up for devouring game,
The guy was a louse perching in hair.
That snipper held himself as rare,
There was no answer to discriminations back then,
It framed a foot note precisely instead,
Influence from different holes came in from discarded men,
Its affiliation needed to be burnt,
Wow..Sniper caught in betrayal,
Door was opened for free and smooth entry,
Lady's Appeared as a phantom,
When her greatness of perseverance was seen in pendom,
Sharp loudness against the guy made him a laughing stock,
Led him into exile,
Became a focal object among billions expired.