Best Third World Poems

I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades - China was AMAZING.

In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon...

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I’m tired of knowing
That because of my race
Because of where I live
Because of my last name
I’m part of the band…
The children of a lesser God

I’m...

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Everything that’s happening this year
was all planned out.
That’s what Agenda 21 (declared as false online)
 is all about.
Documents related to the plan
are out there in...

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small gifts - 
contributing to other's happiness? 

# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #

point out ====>
people 
of simple...

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Looked at the outside of steel window
Around in the dark, awesome feelings into the mid-night air
What the news was brought in the feelings!

Eyes of the...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and...

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Our justice system is far from perfect, but it is what we’ve got
Just because you break the law, doesn’t mean you deserve to die or...

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A vision of humanity, a world without brutality, a beautiful fantasy, not a reality.
A vision of a world where the truth isn’t ignored and everyone...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or...

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If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be...

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Do you know a child
That will get up to play?
What if they died before tonight?
In the third world children are piled,
Thousands of them die every...

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Who'll speak for the children?
I see the images
emaciated bodies
skin on bones
hopeless eyes
ravaged souls

Who'll speak for the children?
while super powers play
the death toll speeds ahead
nobody speaks
third...

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Sins of the Fools 

Whichever God their dice shall chose
judgment rendered all the same
guilty of crimes against humanity
its a sin and not a game

No one...

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Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
    ...

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can you imagine yourself a young girl from Nighastan?
who is thirteen, and never stepped foot in regular school?
toiling day and night, taking care of siblings...

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