Best Oppression Poems

Oppressed by you, your state, your religion
So you think you good, kind and Superior
But I find you  cruel, arrogant and callous
But that is just in my view, what do I know?

You control the language that describes pain
But there is no for me in its...

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One thing that I know all about, without any doubt
        The meaning of “Oppression of The Soul.”
               I once shattered all my dreams, with...

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What saddens my heart is seeing the oppression of people in foreign lands that only want
the taste of freedom,
And the choice to believe differently in hopes of receiving Gods Kingdom.
Not being able to make simple choices for them selves I find totally, appalling,
I have compassion...

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Reign of terror plays out
Endless nights as victims shout
So many good ones vanish
People must hide their anguish
Equality is a forbidden word
Community's voice tries to be heard
Together they stand and die

Say a little prayer - then cry


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In memory of Aretha Franklin, singer, songwriter, actress, pianist, and...

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I held down my head in obscurity disdain and rejected 
I stand alone, alone
Oppression has been my outcry, my cry
Days of merciless labour, injustice has become
my pain, my pain
Days of suffering trigger my thoughts to retreat beneath
As the dread of injustice infiltrate this place, this...

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A modern trimming,
Grin and bear it.
The slap of a buckle,
Reminiscent of the squeeze.
Laces bloodied,
From a prayer of acceptance.
Breathing is optional.

The shove to a corner,
Start early for pattern recognition,
Bind the idea prematurely.
Numbed pain,
Limited motion.
Embrace wind through the long locks,
It's only an illusion of progression....

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The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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where we are born is a coin toss
some are lucky some are not
here we live a sheltered life
ignorant of the injustices in other lands
we take our freedom for granted
 and don’t give it a second thought

it’s inconceivable for us to imagine
that many know only oppression
poverty...

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Block by block it starts to rise, Great Wall of China begins,
A barrier to stem the horde, marauding Mongolians,
Must be bigger and better, than ever attempted before,
Also should be breathtaking, far into the clouds will soar. 

Where on earth do we start, going be thousands...

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Listen you poor, puny, proud black child
Standing on street corners and living in poverty.
Listen you educated, sophisticated woman and man
Seeking prosperity in this American society.
Don’t you know: Chains set us free?

Listen to this black sister’s voice
People of color everywhere.
It’s time you realized, our release from...

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Here and there I saw the fear 
People running & saying it clear 
Corona here, corona there
Some ran for needs
Some ran for greeds
Some were worried about all their deeds 
It took me back in a reverse gear 
It took me back to Kashmir my dear...

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Cries of humanity
Cries of war
War that kills
War imposed upon kids 
Kids as pure as a Mother’s love
Kids with million dreams
Dreams that are shattered 
Dreams destroyed by weapons 
Weapons unleashed on living beings 
Weapons that spare not even trees
Trees that make the air clean
Trees look pleasing...

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“The Clock on the Wall”

That clock! The clock with cruelty, unmovable.
Telling time to be forever in motion.
The ticking, a deafening sound. 
Marked by grime. 
Yellowed by generations, grown digital.
By generations choosing to be illiterate.
The face, weathered from gazing faces…from faces.
Forever burdened by the echo. 
TOCK!...

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An immigrant nation 
Imprisoning immigrants 
Not equally born or not born
Of its natives and considered
Criminals is indeed oxymoronic 
In a country founded by immigrants
Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous
People of their bordered lands
And nearly extincting them
Via hue-skin oppression
In a supposedly new found nation
Baptized with the the...

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Slaves of wages for generations
long forgotten in history’s screenplay.
Each hand for a moment has held
the torch.
The people are waiting in lines.

All toilers have resisted.
All skins have felt the blaze of blood.
The people are waiting in lines.

While trash still clutters the streets,
while  starving stomachs
roam like...

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