Best Oppressor Poems

The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day...

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I laugh out loud
every time I hear a politician say,
that the best way to enrich a black person's life,
is to give them a job
Give them...

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I thought anger was a negative emotion
to be avoided at all costs.
Then I thought about the oppressed.
Anger grew inside of me.

I chose to act upon...

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INTERCEPTION

Shadows waning distorted fading
Teasing tempting, a psychotic hack
Scheming concealing cerebral deceiving
Sun retreating behind shades of black

Memoirs succumbing, alpha notes strumming
Hope dwindling midst each laboured breath
Dusky-eyed...

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Striving for Political Correctness

By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade...

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Jerusalem expensive 

They took her by force and took it from under our feet They went out 
We love and we want, but their weapons...

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It seems easier to hate 
because you're different then me
If I change my way of thinking
then I might be able to see

Everything has a reason
If...

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I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate...

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I remember you from when we were young 
We never paid much mind 
To the mingling of our eyes 
We never said goodbyes 
To the...

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I am black and I say to kindred flames...
Never assert nor cry "things are the same".

It is the height of dishonor to our fathers,
Our hidden...

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Is freedom given? Is freedom taken?
Should San Andres sit, sit like the beggar?
Beg for freedom, beg to get better,
Or defy the oppressor, and our soul...

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The Parrot and the Woodpecker may turn...
    [Sung by TEnicayccal Cellappa]        Translated by T.Wignesan
 
mAnkiliyum...

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A man as Bengali, the man created Bangladesh.

A man of politics, a man of revolution.

A man, called the father of a nation,

The father of a...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged”...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me...

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