Best Genocides Poems
sergeant pepper smokes his stogie in a capsized submarine-
lucky lucy clad in yellow wears her purple diamond ring
rainbow demons play gin rummy on a sunlit july morn-
captain kirk on planet cestus wrestles with a lizard gorn
love me tender leaves them weeping/ uncle miltie turns them red-
joseph stalin keeps them hungry/ adolph hitler slays them dead
genocides and ethnic cleansings purify the holy land-
christians burning with their Bibles on the stake at pope's command
gen'rals gather in their masses/ death and hatred to mankind-
just like witches at black masses poisoning each brainwashed mind
helter skelter shelter me
save me from catastrophe
turn the corner love your brother wish away all hateful dreams-
join us in this celebration all is not quite as it seems
take a moonwalk with your neighbor/ sail away on saffron seas-
meteoric skies are dawning let us get down on our knees
modern prophets sound the message babylon will see her end-
kill the godless beast she rides on yea, 'tis just around the bend
ziggy stardust sings soprano/ alfred neuman's lost in space-
jello pudding wooed bill cosby now it's just a big disgrace
wanting red but getting turquoise/ loving her but missing you-
children in the distance crying breaking achy hearts in two
shine on you crazy diamond
shine until the break of dawn
love
joy
be
*see how many cultural references you can find and recognize
Categories:
genocides, allusion, society,
Form:
Rhyme
...They proclaimed that we ‘oppressed women,’
it’s the refrain of loud femenists,
forgetting that before birth control
nature gave us little choice in this.
That before we had technology,
when life meant brutal, physical work,
that there just weren’t all that many jobs
physically weaker women could work.
They forget that the woman’s franchise
arose on America’s frontier,
that we blazed the path for suffrage,
their equality started right here.
Now why would a nation do all that
if they cared so little for females?
If we sought to be patriarchal
then I dare say the strategy failed.
And yet the left keeps raging about
rights which women have been long endowed,
Why should we buy all their self-hatred
when there’s so much for which to be proud?
And worst of all these fools like to claim,
that we’ve learned nothing, it’s all the same,
which I think is a sure sign that they
have something dreadful wrong in their brains.
We look at our mistakes all the time,
we brood endless on our sins and scars,
America lacks no self-reflection,
if anything we take it too far!
We get so obsessed with all our wrongs
that we think they drown out all the right,
we selfishly think it’s all our fault,
then of the truth we sadly lose sight.
Many cultures can’t ask such questions,
ask the Turks about past genocides,
or see if Communist China will
own up to all the Uighurs that died.
You don’t see many Japanese kids
who know about the rape of Nanking,
yet every American does know
that Wounded Knee was a horrible thing.
Why should we regret a culture that
tries to learn rather than disavow?
Our growing should not bring self-hatred,
to be honest, it should make us proud.
In the end, these issues are smokescreens,
thrown up to keep good people off track,
the left wants us all to hate ourselves
because self-hating folk rarely fight back.
There’s no logic behind what they hate,
hell, it changes hour-to-hour,
what unifies all these self-hatreds
is whether it will bring them power.
That’s really what’s behind all of this,
like some grand Machiavellian scheme,
to make free people into peasants
they first must be cut down and demeaned.
In truth, they don’t like Americans,
they don’t like people who stand unbowed,
so reject their vile self-hatred,
embrace all the things that make us proud.
Categories:
genocides, america, culture, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day.
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well -
an unknown place, a hidden hell.
What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there were nothing there,
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
Categories:
genocides, abuse, anti bullying, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes
They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?
Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a yellow wreath.
In pride hide being a lying pretender
never giving up what fate bequeath!
Restless spirits from vanquished foes
can not invade that haughty parade.
Brave conquerors of weakened tribes
living out a false, arrogant charade.
History now reveals the dishonor disguised.
And tales of false victories cleverly contrived!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Note- http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1...americans.html
In the past, the main thrust of the Holocaust/Genocide Project's magazine, An End To Intolerance, has been the genocides that occurred in history and outside of the United States. Still, what we mustn't forget is that mass killing of Native Americans occurred in our own country. As a result, bigotry and racial discrimination still exist.
"In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue" . . . and made the first contact with the "Indians." For Native Americans, the world after 1492 would never be the same. This date marked the beginning of the long road of persecution and genocide of Native Americans, our indigenous people. Genocide was an important cause of the decline for many tribes.
"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand.
In 1493, when Columbus returned to the Hispaniola, he quickly implemented policies of slavery and mass extermination of the Taino population of the Caribbean. Within three years, five million were dead. Las Casas, the primary historian of the Columbian era, writes of many accounts of the horrors that the Spanish colonists inflicted upon the indigenous population: hanging them en mass, hacking their children into pieces to be used as dog feed, and other horrid cruelties. The works of Las Casas are often omitted from popular American history books and courses because Columbus is considered a hero by many, even today.
Categories:
genocides, conflict, corruption, death, evil,
Form:
Sonnet
When caught mid-flight
End to bloat against gravity
Thanks, rejection is not of the earth
My eyes are welling
I won’t hold back with shame
Even warriors often times loosen, weeping
A good mother’s breast thrust
Not in for the oldest trade
Gives the child, from infant, the best trust
The sexton is a pagan
Lushness of the hashish field
Makes his story from Canaan
Morals pillar nobility
But nature spares by –
Insofar as the choice is moderacy
Over me they seek to keep
They can shape me, me too a shaper
Just that I start a peep
A quest to solve the world
Challenged to fix my head
Get me defined – no word
Launch talks for luck
One screen sets parts
Grace, lone-stands, earns buck
Formless strife made me worry
An envoy made as of succubus
Made me awoke being sorry
He who sounded the gong
Has done it wrong
And rhythm’s lost in our song
The earth, about the Sun, rotates
Science, my house remains on its plot
Lies make the pupils dilate
Africa! Here some questions
Khartoum, Mogadishu, Malaria, HIV, Genocides . . . ?
Orients through Occident find me solutions
Muses – a kind that’s potent
Might make me hit the laureate’s podium
And be free of amateurish latent!
Categories:
genocides, introspection, philosophy, me, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We are still walking the Trail of Tears;
Awaiting the world to feel.
After 175 years;
We have yet to begin to heal.
Little has changed since history;
Hate and war prevails.
If you think that we are free;
You’ve not heard the morter shells.
For as long as children are being killed;
As long as racism remains.
As long as innocent blood is spilled.
Humanity has not gained.
We cry our loss and cry their’s as well;
We certainly can identify;
To be slaughtered and told you’re going to hell;
We hang our heads and cry.
The world has learned nothing;
From all their genocides.
They are not remembering;
While little babies die.
From Trail of Tears to Palestine;
The world closed a deaf ear.
Just like in Auschtwitz’s death mines;
They allowed it out of fear.
Wake up people while you can;
From history you should have learned how;
To unite and make a stand;
For only you can stop this now.
Darlene Doll Smith
Categories:
genocides, history, native american, war,
Form:
Classicism
It is always good to be real in life.
when you speak the truths to help
some victims of atrocities in Africa,
you are doing a good job.
As you think of decolonise some African countries
And some colonisers think of recolonise
the entire Africa.
Don't forget to find out the reason of assassinations
of many African loyal leaders.
Don't join some African traitors
who don't care about the lives
of millions of Africans.
Remember that the sellouts
were paid much money to sacrifice their colleagues,
they were also killed systematically
and seized all their stuffs
by some western corruptors.
In so called win - win deals
which many African leaders
were imposed by some western leaders.
As the westerners gained 85% of interests
in those so called deals.
when majority African leaders
called for the change of the systems
and some parternaires in businesses.
Now there are wars , massacres,
genocides,terrorism, and rebelions
in some parts of Africa.
Categories:
genocides, africa, people, world,
Form:
Free verse
FEEL AFRICA
Silence!
Silence Africa!
One can hardly get Africa to be silent;
Africa habours a pulsating bubble.
Everyone in Africa bounces to rhythm resilient.
Africa, like Zambia, or
Zambia, like Africa;
Dear ones, whichever comes first
Swells with energy in the sun!
You see not the pulse;
You feel every ounce.
Feel it now!
Woo! Woo! Is it fun or funny?
Africa loves to dance.
The continent is one huge drum;
One complete dance!
They work hard too.
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons;
Mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law
Of Africa work hard
They fetch water; they collect wood.
They pound corn; they cook their food.
In all their creation,
People of Africa have one ingredient;
SONG!
You hear them sing while pounding corn.
Phew! Phew! Wow!
At funerals we sing and dance,
At weddings, even more song and dance.
Nothing has ever stopped Africa from dancing;
Yes! Even the tragedies we’ve known;
The genocides and ethnic cleansings,
in the heart of the continent.
Apartheid in the Cape of Good Hope;
Starvation, hunger, war;
Famines, droughts and floods
In the great lakes and the horn of Africa!
We have mourned;
We have questioned!
Mmmh! Courage!
Courage is what kept us alive.
We felt like throwing it away;
Accepting defeatist tendencies;
Choose revenge; and hurt;
Not with Africa.
We have come out reassured.
We have emerged tested in fire;
More finer and stronger than before
We can afford to pray!
We are like lions; the pride of the universe.
Our pride lies in our landscapes; the mountains
And the valleys;
the plateaus and the savannahs.
Free flowing rivers,
Connect us with worlds near and far.
We accommodate strangers as our rivers instruct.
Strangers of the Indian and Atlantic Oceans;
The seas and lakes!
They brought the world to us
as they did bring us to the world;
the Zambezi, the Nile and the Congo.
They have made us larger than we have ever been.
We can join in the songs and dances of others
As they can join ours too.
Come join us; feel at home!
Feel Africa!
One Zambia, my dear one;
The little star of copper.
You shine deep in the heart of the continent;
Warming the cold and frightened neighbours!
The blessing you are is the blessing you offer.
You exemplify unity in multiplicity,
Of languages and ethnicity;
Be not afraid copper star.
Shine as bright as you do;
Only warmer!
All rights reserved.
Categories:
genocides, art, history, heart, work,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
This poem is for the contest of genocide, Speak for the lost, I am not entering to win as they have chosen only five genocides to be written about. I am entering this for them to know currently a genocide is happening and we are all silent then what is the point of going back to time while we cannot anything about recent genocide?
Dedicated to all of the kids in Kobane of Kurdistan who are suffering from ISIS attacks and genocide at the moment while the world is watching!!!
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
with her eyes full of tears.
She must be a kurdish child of Kubani
Or she might be from Shangal!
Don't ask for her identity
Don't ask why her heart is full of fears.
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl with faded hopes
Know that in middle of her dreams
She was awakened by the sound of gun firings.
To escape the rockets
She would fly if she had wings.
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
didn't act like a child
If you see a little kid with a frown.
She is deprived of a normal childhood
By the fear of ISIS
Trying to take over her childhood,
Trying to take over her town.
Don't ask for her identity,
Just be silent like the rest of the world.
Even when you see her blood in the streets,
Like the world leaders
Be a coward
And don't say a word.
Goran Rahim
Categories:
genocides, child, evil, war,
Form:
Rhyme
On the point of mountain Kilimanjaro with my paints, pencils, rulers and brushes looking at the entire Africa. Many pictures of more than fifteen millions innocent christians Congolese killed in the wars
from 1996 to today
and the World is so silent.
On my first drafting big board, dead bodies of innocent children, men and women who were killed cruelty
in different massacres and genocides.
Painful to see how many girls were raped to death and students burnt in the class rooms in different rebellions
in the East of Drcongo
and the World is so silent.
On my second drawing big board, describing the second World war from 1940 to 1945 which killed less people
than those died in Drcongo.
How some world superpowers fight silently
in Drcongo because of minerals resources
and innocent Congolese continue to die daily
like innocent Ukrainians.
On my third drawing big board, ninety millions christians congolese screaming for peace daily.
some overseas masterminds who continue to finance rebellions through some neighbours
of Drcongo and ( traitors ) few Congolese rebel leaders.
Oh! This cruel world, where millions of innocent folks
killed because money and powers.
Categories:
genocides, 12th grade, africa, art,
Form:
Free verse
all man are born equal
Its how god wants us to be
and live in peace and harmony
for the goodness of humanity
Adam and eve are our parents
And we are their children
So why are their so many wars
That seem to have no end
We know there’re only one god
And he loves all of us
and yes we see people suffering
but in god works we have to trust
we see the holocaust in Europe
the genocides in Africa
the inhumane captivity of Palestine
and mass murders in south America
and although our tears falls
like the rain from the skies
every time we see bombs falls
and parents holds their dead and cries
how did this world become so
why do people hate each other
if Adam and eve is our parents
are you not sister and I’m your brother
today I’m preparing for thanks giving
last week I celebrated dewali
then will come seven nights of Hanukkah
the same time I light my Christmas tree
then for holy month Ramadan
I keep fast for all most everyday
And give donations to the mosque
For the poor who comes to pray
Will our world ever change
Its what we hear all the time
When its full of hypocrites governments
Committing Genocides and hate crimes
But we all are so helpless
While we stands aside and look
But it’s the prophesies being fulfill
That is written in the holy book
But these things will come to past
Children having children
False prophets using Jesus name
Men marrying men
people flying like birds in the sky
weapons of mass destructions
man bringing this world
on the brink of annihilations
some times I feel to stop writing
and close my eyes to what’s around me
but then I think of those without voice
that world forgets so easily
so if I throw away my pens
Comes like I turn my back their problems
Although I cant lead them out the dark
I can shed some light on them
Categories:
genocides, dedication, depression, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Light Verse
The light
Is the hardest thing to see
In this unlimited dark tunnel
This fight
For peace , tolerance and love
Is what makes it hard for a white dove
To live ; it would absolutely flee
To another world
In which a sword
Has no place; but
Is the link of humanity is cut?!
Silence, silence for many
Massacres and genocides
For some we will protest
When it comes to others
We take a rest and we change the channel
So would we ever be able to get any light in the tunnel??!
The day from hate we'll be free
Any radical movement will get on its knee
Then; we see the light
Covering the world with the flag that's all white
I know it is a mere wish
It doesn't need a witch.
?#?Againstviolenceeverywhere?#
Categories:
genocides, conflict, cry, death, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
as seeing millions
of orphans at the boundaries
of African lakes,
some foreign wars
and genocides planners
continue to plan about the mass
killings of millions of other parents.
my hands are not getting tired
to write about the killings
of innocent voiceless
African men
and women
in different parts
of African territories.
Yoh!
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy?
Killing silently
at one hand
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad,
Very sad to see the augmentation
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity?
Why continue killing innocent people?
What did they do to you
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh!
So sad
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
singing
" love "
by their mouths
to gain what
they always want...
But their hearts
fill with all sort of Evil.
Categories:
genocides, africa, imagery, war,
Form:
Free verse
Slinger
Waiting on the day
for the Swallow to transmute the air
between this ether and yours
patterned after an annual bedsheet
and full of a chest
swelling with blood
and a face
as forgotten as chests
buried beneath sea tides,
legendary rainbows wide
over forgetfulness -- subtle forgetfulness --
collecting material for a nest; a grave, sour
maw of disappearing Now
reappearing in your eyes
next to anti-eyes
'ere smilin' hell at this faster incompletion.
Tiptoe.
Mirror
Select. Load? Holster. Stalk? Draw.
"Do you have a moment, Miss Seer? Look what I've drawn."
Bourbon. Ex-mark. Tattoos. Born. Into
This.
Surreal. It Does. Only
Roulette. Hocus Poker. Reaching A Final Frontier
Divvy:
Brown Eyes
Coal Eyes
Wall Sockets
L.
Fire Tides
Genocides
Suit Pockets
Knell.
Slinger
You perceive a safety I count on
as we all fear we will lose
something
crucial? What is ever crucial if already
revenants bustle chameleon beneath city lights perfectly
regarding lights in wonder with other --
revenants.
I will appear before you
suddenly in the park
"Eden!"
you will laugh as though subtle darkness is a magic trick
and those anti-eyes will hide true feelings behind laughter
and I will shudder -- I once wore them, too --
and I will perceive these two sets of eyes before me,
Yours and Not Yours,
who cannot tell that this varsity jacket will soon hide more than
Sin. On your face. Syntax; Synonym; Smiling -- Antonym.
Drawn. Holes. Your face -- too memorable -- too
unforgetful, they dream
Forever Now. Beyond Sleepy Hollows.
Dying by first light,
living beneath your iron sunsets?
Your red roses kissed blooming
out of your neck?
Forever; Us; Chasms,
Angel.
Mirror
Silence. Darkness.
Each Day. Random.
Today? No.
Where
is
He?
Categories:
genocides, dark, heart, image, light,
Form:
Free verse
Simple Prayer
God whoever you are and wherever you may seem to be hiding
in times situations and places when confusion reigns and I fail to
see please grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot
change the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom
to know the difference when the difference is all there is in me
When you deliver the message that there is only one God please
allow for lateral thinking collateral feelings tangential emotion
Give us a source and an essence and Self and respect for others
who have different faiths and names for you like Vishnu and Shiva
Promote the Buddha and shelter him under the Bhodi tree’s calm
the four noble truths and eightfold path and save us from crusades
jihads genocides misguided power fanaticism and self-righteousness
Make me the tool of your grace and freedom show me the light in
the darkness and help me turn the other cheek when exploring
middle ways of meditation compromise kindness love and compassion
Please nurture passion and peace thoughts emotion social justice
God whoever wherever whatever however you make faith and belief
in a better world possible talk to me and my fellow minnows on this
planet earth and let us dance sing paint pray and cherish together
that seeming differences darken in evil steal humanity disguise
one and only one human condition the one of love love and love
Please let us and me not run against the proverbial wall of madness
when things cannot be altered at the moment and direct us to the
matters that matter because they can be changed with your strength
Please teach me to look beyond the little me in the scheme of life
and share the difference that serenity courage and wisdom can make
18th August 2016
Categories:
genocides, god,
Form:
Free verse