First World Poems - Poems about First World

As DRCongo is the first World rich country,  Congolese could be sleeping over the seas daily. Now some Congolese run hear and there Because of injustice systems which empowering some people to continue destroying others. Reality of this World which is not welcome. October 04/2023...

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Dear First World, Salute to you Accept humble bow, from the Third World. Thank you for the great lectures for fu***ing idiots. Heads hung low, wide-eyed, we clapped. You sold us your notion of humanity, we lived in a barbaric world. You bombed to end the atrocities. The boisterous sound of your missiles came over our heads, we clapped. You sent us tattered clothes, and dried...

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Mother is My first World Philosophy of Mother Mother is a Nurture Nuture of Father Nature of Brother Mother is a Creator Creator of our Creator of Suffer Mother is a Minister Minister of Progenitor Minister of Look after Mother is a Mater Mater of predecessor Mater of Foster Mother is a Procreator Procreator of Culture Procreator of Other Mother is a Teacher Teacher of Translator Teacher of Devoter Mother is a Doctor Doctor of...

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All the Anzacs have faded back into the past And the old men now rest with their mates We can hope they play 2 up and still have a beer Now they’ve entered the heavenly gates We have cause to remember the men who died young How they fought to ensure we live free How they looked back at home for...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers; facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forays so fraught with fine failure; forfeiting furtive and fiendish, fatally fettered from the first. Forged by such fatuous fawners, for folly to feud for a field. Forced forwards with fleetness of foot; firearms flash and fragments fly far, feigning the firmament aflame. Forces fight so ferociously, fratricide...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers; formerly fitters and farmers. Facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forsaking fissures and furrows, forced forwards with fleetness of foot. Firearms flash and fragments fly far, feigning the firmament aflame. Fighting so fierce and ferocious, fratricide set free on this field. Fuelled by freedom, nay, falsehood; for their fellows and friends, foremost. Forays so...

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The first world war started because of poverty The first world war started because of greed The first world war started because of an assassination The first world war started because of Ideas The first world war started because people wanted revenge Each Statement appears to claim, all of the truth Each statement, appears to conflict with the others Yet each statement...

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I envy the dust, the way it moves all free and careless, released from it’s sleeping state the thunderous pounds of late shelling, again endless. Muffled shouting, through this trench confounding, Mustard attack, gas mask aside, fingers in fumbling fight bitter cold night in a field. No fireside, food to bite cigarettes to smoke and mates to joke. last one...

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Dilemma Cold air of winter nights Breath a visible mist Gloves protect from frostbite From fingertips to wrist Ringing phone in my hand Alerts important call Now a flaw that’s unplanned Gloves create a wall Screen is shielded from a touch This call I must now take Removing hand from warmth’s clutch Tough decision I must make Snack attack Squeaky clean with a hint of mint Colored white, plaque is...

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