Exploitation Poems - Poems about Exploitation

A careful constructed system that’s designed to lead to failure few escapes, leaving the rest to be taken advantage of those who escape reaches a certain level then prey on the weak by selling hopes and dreams, hope and dreams that rarely come true. The game is being sold as the truth remains concealed while those continue to profit off the ignorance...

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I returned home, weary from the day, The beggar girl was at the gate again. Her father works the land, yet poverty remains, She asks for five rupees, quiet in her pain. My son, just her age, once asked with care, "Why does she beg when her parents work there?" "Farmers stay poor, though they toil and sow, Those who buy and...

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In ivory towers, oblivious reigns, Blind to the weight of scholarly chains, Reports unread, insights ignored, The fruits of labour, rashly scored. Heads turn away from midnight oil, Unseeing depths of earnest toil, Quality dismissed with careless ease, As if research grew on trees. Passion exploited, dedication scorned, Complexity of thought, summarily shorn, "Just another paper," they decree,...

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Democracy ain’t What we imagine it to Be. A disaster! Communism is as Bad. Exploitation is bad Everywhere, my friends. Same strange lies Our world is in trouble Cry and pray. Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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Haiti is a country that I love dearly That's where I was born That's where I took my first healthy breath That's where I had my first inspiration That's where I saw the first birds There I saw the first beautiful flowers That's where I saw the first ravishing women That's where my interesting life started Haiti, I need not rhyme nor chime To...

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Everybody desires something from our beloved Haiti. Everybody is stealing from our embattled country. The same individuals or goons, who are complaining, Are the ones conniving, backstabbing and sabotaging, The proverbial verbiage is that Haiti is poor/ destitute. Our haters are the same ones who prostitute Our young men and women, and our children. Worse of all, there are too many political...

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Everybody is destroying Haiti Please stop, stop, and quit. Give the country A rich autumn. Too many bandits, vandals Too many thefts, lootings, too many crises and scandals On this impoverished and exploited island Give Haiti a chance to be and live better. Give our Land A break with too much crimes, violence and injustice Haiti needs real peace, real love and...

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The poor become rich, a dream come true, But as they climb the ladder, they start anew, Acting just as the rich had done, Exploiting others, their power now won. For in this society, there's always a game, Someone on top, and someone to blame, The cycle continues, a never-ending tale, Of the rich getting richer, and the poor always frail....

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The story of exploitation, A tale as old as time, The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, A never-ending climb. Artificial stories and ways, To indulge the poor and waste their days, Entertaining distractions to keep them down, A sad truth, in every town. The rich make the rules, the poor obey, No matter what they do, they can't escape the fray, Trapped in...

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We first met when I was young. Curious, expectant, open-minded We explored each other freely, Communing face to face Sharing everything Seeking each other's company, together Under the open sky. Middle aged we met again. Striving, over-reaching, exploitative We looked to our own advantage. Stormy clouds gathering On the horizon, Presaging dangerous times ahead of us Under the threat'ning sky. Now I am older I see her Dull-eyed, disconsolate,...

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Printing paper money, which they so adore. Point a finger at US, claim we owe more. How does that figure? Who keeps the score? All legal trickery, with deceit and war. Beyond Sensibility, They have no answer for. Exploiting, We the People, Whom they Ignore....

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Is there something so unique about us It must be studied Rats in a maze Trapped between testing success and error Predictable responses to critical impetus The same trickery carefully edited For the next information gathering phase Caught between a fortune and a failure Rats in a maze The monkey in a box Predictable programming for gaining essentials Problem solutions for subsistence Collecting data for...

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Dams, mining, extraction and fracking! Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion! Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers, Industrial revolution, Mass production! Rising pollution and depleting fossil fuel. Expanding population, you greedy humans! Squeezing nature and melting glaciers Chocking gases creating Climate...

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Earnings help wanted long evenings a service toil of trays which exhausted smile the tip Earnings high cut mini her service always the management's eye for sex The table shines coins in ashtrays ashes in plates faces crowded with food Her service "Are you finished?" always the managements eye for neatness Earnings nightly telephone music always the same always the management's ear for music Rude they were loud and their tip was conservative Earnings final tally her husband walked out her child to clothe a decent...

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Baudrillardian Echo I awoke this morning with a profound vision of a painting. A sort of Baroque ensemble of consequence, still lingering. I've put it to pen, since it's quicker than painting.  The contortion of life via exploitation, from sacred to the profane. Inside the frame: Hills roll from back to foreground. Three groups in the fore....

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