Best Imperialism Poems

I know a place where imperialism is hated
      So much because majority people don't enjoy
           From that system.The place is called,
"Africa"...Where many people praying  for its death daily. 

      I know a place where...

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Someone tells people what they should be
And they nod without hesitation 
Slaves of alien mentality 
Like the crave for fad and fashion 

The sphere of modern imperialism 
Is far reaching to invade human mind
Chauvinism, ethnocentrism 
Puppets played from behind...

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Your country has laws 
freedom and rights 
that lead to the courts 
who settle up fights 

You think it’s a given 
yet see it unfair 
determined and driven 
but going nowhere 

A victim of racism 
keeps you beneath 
prevented by sexism 
seeking relief 

being gay is illegal 
in the land of Qatar 
women ain’t equal...

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In shadows cast by Western might,
The System whispers, a colonial blight.
1. Shatter morals, a cultural fray,
   where heritage falters, lost in dismay.
   Reduced to echoes of a proud past,
   souls adrift, in shadows cast.

2. Weaken currencies, neocolonial schemes,
   a puppet dance where exploitation teems.
   Devalue...

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Beat the drums; aye, beat the drums!
Make them go stark raving mad—
These likes of Emperor Jones. 1

The criminals' courts play house.
Adzes don't cut their own tails. 2
Where are Clinton, Bush, and Trump? 3

'We' are the people, the mob. 4
'We' are judges; 'we' punish.  
They should be ripped limb from limb.

Peaceful rallies will not do.
The...

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Giggles and chuckles flutter in the meadows,
Prancing ponytails, peekaboo under the tree's shadows,
Protected below the blanket of the quiet sky,
A realm of peace, a paradise to the eye. 

Blood that drenched the earth for so long,
Wars waged for reasons all wrong,
Lives took by the swish of a sword,
Reason and truth are entirely ignored.

Countless sacrifices gave...

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One country controls an another is colonization,                                        This process of power leads to imperialism,  ...

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I was born in a banana republic,
Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique,
In an open-air dumpster,
Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance.
I am perfumed with all the nauseating scents of misery.
I grew up under the honeyed speeches of necktied oppressors,
Their swollen pockets vomiting development aid.
They painted the walls of despair UN blue,
While our starving bellies...

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