Best Solidarity Poems
China's might is people based
Why are they being so abased?
Free expression under a ban
The locked in souls; woman and man
A nations tapestry; world known
Where are its champions?
Has all reason flown?
An unyielding wall came down
Through Dictates based
On un-safe grounds
The wall is cracking. now stress lines show'
As army's of people aren't allowed to go
To buy a vegetable; or stuff to wear, its so!
Its not a place now; of debate or philosophy'
But of fear, and; oppressive; autocracy.!
The sunflower is the national flower of Ukraine. The flag is blue and yellow,
and people are using those colors as a symbol of freedom and unity.
flowers of the sun
beneath blue skies of Ukraine . . .
plant one in your heart
March 3, 2022
for Robert James Liguori's Sunflower Haiku Contest
To be kind
is undoubtedly
an excellent quality
like all people
should applaud
An important
factor of progress
- even though we live
in the age of selfishness
A hand of friendship,
forming strong bonds
Emotional warmth
It pays to be kind
... good institutions and solidarity
- of love and respect
Believe in love ...
understanding and tolerance
- Goodness is contagious
... but not dangerous
11.06.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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He is much depressed
He needs much comprehension
He sometimes is drunk
He is a good poet
He has in God a strong faith
He feels so guilty
He becomes sober
He writes a faithful poem
He tries to be free
He is a souper
He finds solidarity
He has many friends
I kneel with all right across the globe, I kneel in solidarity
i stand with all the kneelers and I do it with some clarity
As a national flag is just coloured cloth designed to divide and rule
Indoctrination starts when you're young, vulnerable and still at school
This continues into the workplace and at sporting events too
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
Freedom of speech is what it's all about
So I'll stand with all the kneelers to give freedom a shout
As the colours of this flag are just a sign of imperialism
The mark of an invader, the mark of materialism
A fake patriotism that's forced upon you
Well I'll kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
To be persecuted for not standing to attention
Is for the whole world to see and is up for contention
As signs of fascism and hate are all around for us to see
So freedom of speech is what we must guarantee
Well I refuse to stand for the flag that is red white and blue
But I will kneel for freedom where the flag once flew
base of emotions depths of despair esprit de corps
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Written 1/20/2016!
Watching the world being Sieged by a bunch of terrorists,
Cramming ALLAH,the prophet and religion mistakably
May shed obvious tears,however,resume ongoing solidarity.
Darkness beckons me with each new day
Remembrance of my desolation seems to persistently stay
Cataclysmic past still haunts my troubled mind
Convalescence becoming unwavering, Consummation I find
Anguish constantly overwhelms my aspirations to improve
Vanquish each memory, Condemnation is removed
Unpleasant occurrences that steadily came to pass
Unmanageable situations, My resolution transcends, at last
Ingenuity shall be my guide
In myself, alone, I shall confide
Unworthy existence became my heart's outlook
Reclaiming my resilience that disaster overtook
Self conviction speaks to my innermost being
Realization of reality redirects my life's meaning
Overcome these afflictions through solidarity
In myself, alone, shall I uncover my clarity
A Song for the Hopeless
By All That Remains
Some people can draw
Some people can write
Some people like dogs, others like cats
Others like both or neither.
Some people like to sit out in the sun and chat
Some people like to sleep in and make music after dark
Some people can't tolerate smoke
Some people can't tolerate noise
Some people can't tolerate sarcasm and some
can't tolerate intolerance.
That's like what 5% of 99% looks like
and if I can't post this here,
then where can I?
Bounteous blessings on the tent watchers
the strategists
the dancers
the photographers
the voters
the meat eaters
the ones who eschew meat
the ones who really don't care either way
Bounteous blessings on the people who speak
with their own voices
in the moment
and have the grace
to allow others to do so
Bounteous blessings on the people who after they've spoken
reflect on the moment
and reconsider.
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Occupy everywhere
A bond of love and friendship,
A unity of hearts and minds,
A spirit of togetherness,
That leaves us feeling so sublime.
A hope that binds us all,
A strength that we can share,
A dream of peace and justice,
That will take us anywhere.
A promise to stand together,
Through good times and bad,
A commitment to our values,
No matter what we have.
A chance to make a difference,
A courage to be brave,
A willingness to listen,
And show we all behave.
A pledge to never give up,
A light that will never dim,
A bond of solidarity,
That will never end.
The chains of our heart must shake hands
As metals and magnet clings so tight
Our fate clings to the marriage of our land
So as one body we need to arise and fight.
Shadows as soldiers arise our soul to scare
Masks as fire frowns at our hope to melt
Our image is ours not to flare
So as one band let's arise to defend.
Aliens want our aged pillar replaced,
Friends see our flag as fake
Ours’ to make our voice not disgraced
So we need to join force to decorate our cake.
Rodents without invade our green land
Foreign robes sigh at our precious gold
Ours’ to hug and kiss our identity card
So as a fence let's guard our field of gold.
The ingredients in our pot of soup are at variance
Members of our body stand as islands
Ours’ to spray our friendly fragrance
so we can build this tower as a band.
As broom sticks we need to glue together,
Dirt have risen to dent our hope,
Ours’ to sweep them out to yonder
So as one family we will live in a clean home.
This pot of soup must be cooked
Ingredients must live in peace as brothers;
Ours’ to make this family hooked
So our aroma of love can travel beyond our borders.
Our fatherland; built by the aged heroes
And fenced with the bricks of peace and dignity
Ours’ to protect and not to make it bunch of zeroes
With our hands soaked in love and solidarity.
after 9/11 New Yorkers came to realize
that they need experienced people to keep their eyes on their prize
their airports, professional sports venues and historical landmark sites
require a strong security force to watch over them day and night
we are now an essential part of everyday society
we keep the people safe and protect their property
at one time they called us rent-a- cops but not any more
we are visible everywhere even at the 99 cent store
we are the front line defenders and we work hard everyday
yet why do some people feel that we don't deserve a decent pay?
we are the security officers of 32BJ and we stand in solidarity
to make New York a safer place and a stronger community
Easier would be
load the world
on the back,
if everyone participated
with his shoulder... !
Inside woolly mittens, they kept each other warm
From frigid, chilly temperatures amidst a winter storm
They huddled up together, these friendly fingers four
Until they heard, "Hey! I am not here to ignore!"
It was their stubby next door neighbor, Thumb.
"You're warm together in a mitten but I'm going numb!
It really isn't fair and what's worse I cannot see.
I'm bustin' outta this mitten, I'm going to be free!"
So this stout, angry thumb worked until he poked a hole
Looking out into the snow as cold began to take it's toll
Just as he began to regret and gain some clarity
Four friendly little fingers poked holes in solidarity
What's a bit of frostbite for four loyal digits smitten
In a fingerless glove that used to be a woolly mitten
January 19, 2023
There is us and them, but we must learn
Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor?
Whose illusions like shambled mansions burn?
No lack of compassion here makes the suffering of the poor,
Nor closed the factory doors. None can sell
The houses closed; it's living hell in the shrivelling mines
Forget the popular explaining, or go to hell;
Mark them who mark you with the beast's cold designs.
With their newspapers, and slick bias reports
They feed delusions, hate and lies. Deprived workers made
Into self-centered seekers. O divided cohorts,
We fall a silent wall. For devalued homes, full value is paid
Or leave them for shelters so banks can twice
More their income make: first the bailout, and then resale.
All our tax money for repayment would suffice
If the bailout was vouchered to us, no business would fail.
The people would pay bills, business prosper,
Employment continues, and markets grow stronger. It's all
The truth there is to spending. Tell me mother,
With children and no tomorrow; tell me father sucking gall;
Who hoard the dollars, who hoard the gold,
Where is all the money gone? Where is credit, where is loan?
Where is the pension toiled for in the cold?
Who still makes profit, who control the banks we use to own?
Where is your spring? Why do summer trees
Die? Where there is spring the ruinates are fruiting in bloom,
Change is really more than scent of the breeze;
Where is our spring, for so long, so long the shadow of doom.
Did we not save from our sweat and sacrifice?
Could they not keep trust in that alone? we paid for the keep
Of earnings gone. They with theoretical device
Took it all, took it all. Yet it is for the broken lives that I weep.
Do we for justice march or insular issues blown
Big on every newspaper page? Do call this charade diversion?
Then why are we duped if the trick is known?
Our congress is ourselves in the streets, bring there our vision
Let us march against them, let us now defeat
The prison makers, the medical hostage takers, the pretenders
And deceit. If it's time to die, die on your feet!
Not like cowards harassed, fearful, weak, we are mass warriors!