Best Exploitation Poems

Crows' feast

a good job, farmer
he prepares dinner for us
let's toast and eat it up!




Farmer's moan
 
they appear from nowhere
steal my seed mercilessly
fruitless my labour...

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This poem is not meant to be a speech nor is it written to offend or give anyone blame.
It just a mere observation of how today leaders choose to bring civilasation back into the slave trade.

What a confusion of misconception when one term is mistaken...

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The poor become rich, a dream come true,
But as they climb the ladder, they start anew,
Acting just as the rich had done,
Exploiting others, their power now won.

For in this society, there's always a game,
Someone on top, and someone to blame,
The cycle continues, a never-ending tale,
Of...

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When God declared man the master 
of creation
I don't think he said
Go and kill everything that breathes

All I see is carcases of elephants
And rhinos
And a.million tusks being burnt to 
ashes

Hunters with arrows for buffalo 
meat
Poachers with rifles shooting 
ranchers
For ivory
For export to Vietnam
And farmers chopping...

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Exploitation

Exploitation - that’s the name of the game
Exploitation- Just so much total pain
Should be torture, criminality
But no never – not when it’s done to me.

A whole life lost
With no way out
That it’s so wrong
There’s just no doubt.

Not quite perfect
Not good enough for them
As image means...

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I'm so sick of all the judgment,
                                      ...

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A careful constructed system 
that’s designed to lead to failure
few escapes, leaving the rest 
to be taken advantage of
those who escape
reaches a certain level 
then prey on the weak
by selling hopes and dreams,
hope and dreams 
that rarely come true.

The game is being sold as 
the...

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Dams, mining, extraction and fracking!                     
Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion!

Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers,
Industrial revolution, Mass production!
Rising pollution and depleting fossil fuel.
Expanding population, you...

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Wind whistling,
Snow glistening,
We try not to,
But we're all listening.

Loud screams,
Bad dreams,
It's very far,
But close it seems.

Sad day,
Lost our way,
All we can do,
Is simply pray.

Innocence gone,
Life no longer long,
We may not know, 
But we're all doing wrong.

Joy lost, 
The Holocaust,
We look to see,
Hearts covered in frost.

Wars...

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INFERNO

As I watched from far away,
Under the sun sending down  its rays,
Not willing to stare any longer,
And about to find my way out,
I noticed the earth trembling,
Followed by a cacophony,
Temperature rose in a flash,
Behold it was a volcano,
Red molten flowing down from its cone,
Arable...

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Haiti is a country that I love dearly
That's where I was born
That's where I took my first healthy breath
That's where I had my first inspiration
That's where I saw the first birds
There I saw the first beautiful flowers
That's where I saw the first ravishing women
That's where...

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Baudrillardian Echo


I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. 
A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. 
I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  
The contortion of life via exploitation, from sacred to the profane.
Inside the frame: 

Hills...

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We first met when I was young.
Curious, expectant, open-minded
We explored each other freely,
Communing face to face
Sharing everything
Seeking each other's company, together
Under the open sky.

Middle aged we met again.
Striving, over-reaching, exploitative
We looked to our own advantage.
Stormy clouds gathering
On the horizon,
Presaging dangerous times ahead of us
Under the...

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A slow unravelling of features
And personality on the mountain slopes
By play between clouds and Sun
Two hours of matchless play
My heart in a body paralyzed
Such is a place I came to stay.

At the very edge of vision on a mountainscape
Silky white sheets of snow on display
I...

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Is there something so unique about us
It must be studied
Rats in a maze
Trapped between testing success and error
Predictable responses to critical impetus
The same trickery carefully edited
For the next information gathering phase
Caught between a fortune and a failure

Rats in a maze
The monkey in a box 
Predictable...

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