In rigid halls of dogma's might,
Begotry's dark shadow takes its right,
A fortress built on fear and scorn,
Where differences are met with disdain born.
The zealot's voice, a strident cry,
Echoes through the void, a divisive sigh,
Intolerance breeds in every line,
A world of others, cast in decline.
The narrow path, a rigid creed,
Leaves no room for hearts that freely proceed,
The gaze of judgment, cold and grey,
Falls on the different, day by day.
Yet, in the silence, whispers unfold,
Of empathy and understanding's gentle hold,
A call to break the chains of fear,
To see the world through others' tears.
But begotry's grip is hard to shake,
As conviction turns to anger, hearts at stake,
The world divides, a fractured whole,
Where love and kindness lose their role.
Their win, has its wind
Slap-blowing in our faces:
A musky-trump wind,
Blowing, blasting bigotry,
Slapping justice in the face:-
Wow! 100 days!
Thunderstorms of injustice;
Human rights are drowned:-
I don't know if from where do people draw their bitterness against other people. But bigots nowadays don't know the difference between patriotism and puppetry...
A Swedish man abandoned his plan
to stage a public Torah burning
for which very few were yearning ...
In its wake the UNHRC (United Nations Human Relations Council)
passed a resolution against religious hatred and bigotry
which the United States and European Union opposed
due to 'free speech restrictions,' a blow to every religious minority
~ even Christianity
Be not a slave of a bigoted mind
With crafty heart that's so unkind
For its tyranny will enslave your soul
Like a sickle that will rip apart your goal
July 15, 2023
Release me from the claws of bigotry that strangles my breath
For its looming shadow longs for the sound of my death
Its chauvinist mind wants to enslave the sound of my voice
Its sickle wants to rip the echo of my choice
Even if I'm already swollen and fallen
Its clout still tramples on my limbs that were broken
Rip the vein that runs through its prejudiced heart
Make its vilifying tongue depart
For how can a light be useful in the land of the blind,
When the only voice that matters is one from a slave mind?
Take me to a place where conviction is not a ticket to die
Where I can freely spread my wings and fly
Where color of skin is not the measure of being human
Where people do not judge on basis of their clan
Where the sounds of little voices really matter
Where everybody shuns the pessimism of a hater
May 7, 2023
A blade of grass may slit
Until you heal and forget
But the judgment of a saber tongue may cut deep
That no amount of cure may heal it, even regret
Be not afraid
To fight the right fights
The hate, the hatred
To regain your rights
To end bigotry, racism
Fascism and nepotism.
Be brave
Like a heroic slave
Who is not afraid
To be whipped, raped
By an inhuman master
By a greedy slave owner.
Be not afraid
To fight for the weak
The underprivileged
Every single week
Every time
They’re victim of a crime.
Be not afraid to fight
The right fights
Every time you’re right
When your rights
Are denied and violated
When you’re humiliated.
You’re not a poor slave
You’re from no enclave
You’re from here
You belong to every tier
Of this picturesque landscape
That no eyes can escape.
Be not afraid
To dream, to dare
To fight hard and fair
Against the hatred
The bigots
And the nuts.
Copyright © November 20,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in Peace
The Almighty God will render you Justice
He will welcome you all in His Kingdom
Where there is more Liberty and Freedom.
You’re now done with racism, injustice, pain
Hatred, discrimination, hypocrisy and bigotry
With the grace of Jesus, your death is not in vain
God will punish the evils, and the bad seeds of this society.
Your brothers and sisters who are left behind
Will forever love you and continue to fight
On your behalf. You are the beacon, the light
Of a better tomorrow, for being so kind.
As a group, you stood in front of ugliness
Who shall never win the righteous battle
You are now sitting on the soft saddle
God will forever bless your likeness.
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in Peace
On a golden plate, God will render you Justice
Welcome you, and protect today and tomorrow
Your Brothers and Sisters who are in sorrow.
Copyright © June 26,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
we only gave each other a standing
cheering when we parted ways.
Don’t be late
Get on board
Hate that hate
Hate that word
Nigga ******
Fairy coon
Sticks n stones
OH!
Words WILL bruise!
Guinea chink
Jewball ****
Words that hurt
Words that SHUT
Get on board
Shut that gate
Shun those
Words
Hate that
Hate
By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21
Small mind
Big mouth
Hate the
Hate
Hate the
House
Like
A bird
Flying
South
I
Go
Where
There
Suits
MySelf
By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21
the chain that binds humanity
bigotry… in all forms
our hearts, minds & souls
must learn to overcome
we must break free of its grasp
to achieve great peace
No discrimination, no greed, no war!
In unity and peace, let us stand tall,
Nations, come together, heal the scar,
With love and compassion, we'll break the fall.
Scars of the past, not for vengeance to cling,
But as precious lessons, let's hold them tight,
War, a resolve that wrath will bring,
Evil's deceit, war's traitorous might.
Hitler hiding, like a rat in the bunker,
Japan overwhelmed, her wings torn asunder,
Mussolini spared not, this ruthless encounter,
In the face of war, all countries must ponder.
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