Best Inequality Poems
I have never been arrested,
abused, discarded, neglected.
All because someone protested,
it’s my color they detested.
I have always been protected,
accepted, respected, vested.
Civil rights never molested,
my freedom never contested.
No one has ever suggested,
because I’m black I’m now suspected.
To be so badly infected,
that it cannot be corrected.
Let this message be digested,
if we want this life perfected.
We must all become connected,
to a world that’s not divested.
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If you have a gun and I have nothing,
what you hold isn't just a weapon — it's my life.
The concepts of law, rules, and morality
only hold meaning when they are based on equality.
The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks,
truth goes silent.
And when power speaks,
even money takes three steps back.
Those who create the rules
are often the first to break them.
Rules are chains for the weak,
tools for the strong.
In this world, anything good must be eradicated,
because goodness breeds defiance, and defiance threatens order.
There is no mercy.
There is no justice.
There is only the will to dominate,
and the silence of those who fall.
Truth is whatever I decide it to be.
Morality is the weapon of the defeated.
And in the end, everything bends… or it breaks.
Is it not time yet to end this food bank life
And desperate youth killing each others with a knife
Short of support, help and education
Short of understanding it's not that complicated
They don't don't see equality in this society
What people see is the have and have nots
What poorer sections of society see is how much more
Some of the more fortunate have got
Paying footballers tens of thousands every week
Yet carers, nurses and doctors and public workers
Are down on their knees hoping food banks will supply their needs
Meanwhile tax evasion is still rife
Ignored by a government who have shares in each slice
MP's and ministers as corrupt as the corporation bosses at the top
Zero hour contracts to keep people down
While those at the top do many jobs
For an obscene wage for working only a few hours and few days
This is how society plays it's game
Ensuring the poor lose and the rich gain
Causing division, hate and blame
Creating classes instead of equality and unity
This is sign of a government pathetically failing
People living on the street in a so called advanced society
Is a sign of failing and a lack of compassion
And is a form of neglect and cruelty
Which the government dies nothing about
Because it treats people lower than them brutally
And hope seems to to go by with such futility
In the knowledge that nothing will ever change
Because we don't do enough to bring this about so on us
I guess that's where the shame lays.
Who am i to be treated like this
Isn't this the only world
A world Where you and i were created
A world full of the same creatures
And yet full of inequality and injustice
What is wrong with the world?
Every time we try to bring justice when the court is still full of laws of injustice
Now
Listen i am one of the victims
Of this what they so call inequality
A victim of inequality in my own very land where i belong
Where you and i should have treated equally in front of court and yet unequal.
This isn't how it suppose to be
Lets restore our humanity behaviours for a better life
Where everbody can live with thier dream becoming reality
A dream full of love and peace
Together we can make the world a better place and have a better life
So brother the future depends on you and i
Sometimes i question myself if i am in the right place
I see things are getting worse
And all i can do is put it on paper
inequality lies
not in the dirt streets of a foreign country
or in stories of the past
but today
but in the hearts of women who work and work
to balance
what other women take
that isn't theirs
those bloodsucking women
who learned that victim game
and never made a contribution
to their own lives
yes they
skate
sickness is their currecy
weakness is their game
any woman
shouting about inequality
has to first be sure
she is
pulling her own weight
working her own job
raising her own children
making her own time
giving her life to those that require
her
please god.
What gives anyone one the right
to deem others inequal by just one glance
or sight?
Trampling on their rights as if they were
nonexistent, just to prove a point or
make a statement?
The world is still divided in black and white,
forgetting all the other variables that exist,
refusing to give each other the benefit of the doubt,
When inequality makes an appearance,
nothing is ever fair, only assumptions that
cast people out of the loop.
The greed of money, has created so much pollution
and overconsumption, of the earth’s material resources
as money has blurred their vision, for the right solution
to solve all our problems, with the right logical thinking
All of this has given us, a lot of health problems
because it has caused, so much inequality of life
to which is why, we have so many society problems
as money is the problem, for us to be in strife
There are many humans, around all our grime
who always struggle, with the stress of life
so out of desperation, they turn to crime
to relieve their stress, to have a decent life
For my Mother
We would nurture hands building pedestal.
What man nurtured women, matriarchal?
Procreation, Liberation, Choose one.
Some things we'll never fully understand.
Who made the moon as mirror for the sun?
The heart of men in darkness was outdone.
The blind man saw poison of jealousy.
Darkness and blinding light have set men free.
Love flowed like breath with fresh scent of iris.
The least shall be first, on love's endless list.
Pedestals and thrones of men were brought down.
We'll see beyond the blue if lost and found.
Mama once said, I must call on her God.
Silvery grey glistened like her quiet nod.
*(For my Mother on Mother's Day)
Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.
Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow,
Where criminal and crucifix sink,
Where dream and delirium drown.
We are merely complexions of being
With frivolous hearts,
Chalking pigment lines to cleave
The cloak of skin we all share,
Chasing the encasing that divides us.
Across the planet, lines of disparity,
Lines of uneven imparity,
Across the globe, lines of ruling class,
Lines of the toilers and indigent class.
We are merely complexions of being
Carving rich from poor,
Along lines of race and class.
We dread what may come to pass.
Tenebrous night our final gasp,
The tenuous squandered
Dwindling light we grasp.
Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021
Oh, so macho, breathtaking,he!
Unlike an innocent orange on a tree.
He looked perfect in his mugshot and orange suit.
“And chose plagiarized poems to post, to boot?*
The crusader rabbits here are still licking the felon's boot.
Then howl, when into a mall he deadly shoots?
No, no ,absolutely jail fo him though.
Liberal DA’s will surely, let him go.
For Americans are bad and evil, don’t you see?
Our rights went ,poof, into the air with glee.
Laws and the Constitiom all are fully gone.
As phony Fact Checkers care not for law, or freedom’s song.
And mainstream media covers crime with a cotton candy blanket.
All headed for closed banks and a great welfare-banquet!
Americans rights to free speech being taken away.
Thanks, Elon Musk, for giving all, the right to have our say!
Mugshot Mikes, so many of them repeat offenders in big cities.
We even had one here, a few years ago, what a pity!
5/11/2023
THIS A TRUE STORY. HE WAS A PLAGIARIST HERE. HE JUST COPIED SONNETS FROM OTHER SITES. LATER, I FOUND HIS PHOTO ONLINE IN A JUMP SUIT, IT TOOK A TEAM OF uS TO PROVE tO ADMIN.HE WAS CHEATING
ADMIn CALLED ME THAT CHEISTMAS EVE.
PAnGIE
I sigh at bridges
knowing the trolls
drive their Mercedes
over the homeless
beneath.
8/12/2021
One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
It is outrageously obscene when once you know
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Due to lack of healthcare; they have no way to pay;
ten-thousand people every day will die, although
one-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
While one percent dine happily and put away
three-thousand dollar bottles of the best Bordeaux;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
The underpaid, poor women, who have no gateway
to education; stuck in sweatshops, they just sew.
One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
"We can't afford the taxes" all the rich; they bray
they lobby, legislate to keep it all, and so
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Humans have capacity; to this all allay
it's twenty twenty-four for pity's sake, yet lo;
one-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
All life, should not be desperate
All life, should not be manipulated
All life, should not be brainwashed
If you want, all life, to have quality
If you want, all life, to have peace
If you want, all life, to have equality
Then all life, has to, get rid of MONEY
I would fly up high on whispering wings
unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud
and look upon the beggars and the kings
some poor, and others with great wealth endowed
I would fly up high on whispering wings
to see a multi-billionaire, so proud
while yet another for their supper sings
melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed.
I would fly up high on whispering wings
look down upon the Earth, its growing crowd
and wonder what or who ordains these things
some in ragged clothes, some in golden shroud
I would fly up high on whispering wings
then I would take them all; I once avowed;
those with far, far too many shiny blings,
and smite them all from darkest thundercloud!
Boundless poverty,
inseparable symptoms
of capitalism -
Illusions of ascension
deceive the miserable.
28/03/2023
Written for the Writing Challenge - 'P' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France