Ethnic Poems - Poems about Ethnic

This horrendous Cambodian war-time story, Ends with Cambodian glory, Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times, It is one of the best movies ever and all so true, These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran In the face of horrific adversity Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe, Yet together, help and document about a hovering Communist strategy. The Vietnam war at...

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Cornwall is almost an island, Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea, Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and We Cornish are a nation - and will always be. Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own: Parliament and laws home grown, Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen...

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Great ethnic costume Very bright and beautiful Like a scent perfume....

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Death to all the angels, Death in the crying sky. The eyes of hungry babies probe us. They plead with us in abject terror. In ghettoized Gaza, No mother and child will sleep, Bombed as they weep, They are the fish in a barrel. This is collective punishment Of all the guilty infants. All the guilty Palestinians will be cleansed, They will be purged in reprisal. The...

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Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse, excite, inflict outstanding pleasure upon every taste bud on mine tongue. Asia generic gastronomy guy, I know how one can wolf...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems (I) These are poems about World War II and the Holocaust, which is also called the Shoah in Hebrew. Epitaph for a Child of the Holocaust by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Frail Envelope of...

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Starting from Scratch with Ol’ Scratch by Michael R. Burch Love, with a small, fatalistic sigh went to the ovens. Please don’t bother to cry. You could have saved her, but you were all tied up complaining about the Jews to Reichmeister Grupp. Scratch that. You were born after World War II. You had something more important to do: while the children of...

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Cleansings by Michael R. Burch Walk here among the walking specters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts believe that God is good, and never mind the Urn. A lentil and a bean might plump their skin with mothers’ bounteous, soft-dimpled fat (and call it “health”), might quickly build again the muscles of dead menfolk. Dream, like...

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I feel your pain smell the swelter that rises on a Louisiana afternoon in a wooden slave shack hear chains in the metal sweat box, a human bake oven, plantation camps fueled by the intense heat of a day’s hatred children working shiny backs stinging with salt, blood and earth under a sun that seemed to stay fixed and not end the day as Miss...

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A-n attempt to classify people, N-ot according to nationality; A-ll about the ancestry instead, where there is commonality. E-arly morn February fifth, L-anguage is similar within; I-nherited status based on society C-omes from ethnic O-rigin....

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I arose a proud African lineage from far Mid Northern, Southern, Western; Stolen, Trick, Bought given to the Slave traders; ...

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ant ethnic heaven sauerkraut and kielbasa dancing the polka...

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Sean Green - a Met who wrote a book on Zen Ike Davis - traded (damn it) to Pittsburgh As an aging Met fan and a somewhat observant Jew I take pride in their accomplishments Played a little while in the LL A catcher! I have...

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