Genocides Poems | Examples

ENSLAVED FREEDOM

Liberty, equality, fraternity,
beautiful chimeras carved into the republican marble,
yet behind the motto, the Black Code,
the papal bull,
and the slave-trading betrayal as backbone.

Slavery, colonization,
xenophobia, negrophobia,
these are the legacies they disguise as civilizations.

Human zoos, colonial trading posts, the colonial pact,
the savage plunder wrapped in a tricolor flag.
In banana republics, tyranny is always under contract,
Françafrique and its neo-colonial military bases
feed African dictators at the service of the West.

Africa, the third world, whose misery has been planned for millennia,
this is how they name the cradle of humanity.
Under their blades, raw materials
become a procession of genocides,
and neo-colonial poaching devours heritages.

Assimilation, integration, alienation,
these three chains forged by the schools of the empire of Enlightenment.
But human dignity refuses to be sold,
the integrity and identity of courageous souls will never prostitute themselves.

Humanity and Africanity,
these two flames proclaim aloud
that the womb of oppressed peoples
shall never be reduced to the dust of servitude and submission.

Inflective thoughts'

Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected'
The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.)
War on lies.? Square root..'
Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.!
Up to the truths, full inversion.'
Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.!

In the Shadow of Sunlight

Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day. 
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well - 
an unknown place, a hidden hell.

What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there were nothing there, 
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.

The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.

THE CRADLE

I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
 I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
 I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
 My distress illuminated the darkness of my weaknesses.
 I am forged in the burning furnaces of struggle and survival.
 In my veins flows the impure blood of slaves, riflemen and resistance fighters.
 My gaze carries the weight of the pain of my color and the age-old injustices of my oppressed people throughout the Earth.
 My persecuted skin is the cemetery of the scars of battles, trials and sacrifices of my ancestors dehumanized by supremacist slave traders and racialist colonialists.
 I am the bitter fruit of a continent nourished by fratricidal conflicts, genocides, civil wars, coups d'état, dictatorial excesses, tribal hatred, treachery, corruption and neocolonial stratagems.
 My memories are horrible nightmares, broken fragments of all the horrors my eyes have seen.
 My mind is a battlefield where truth, justice, liberty, equality and fraternity are expressed without hindrance.

Millions of African Orphans

as seeing millions 
of orphans at the boundaries 
of African lakes, 
some foreign wars 
and genocides planners 
continue to plan about the mass
 killings of millions of other parents. 
my hands are not getting tired 
to write about the killings 
of  innocent voiceless  
African men 
and women
in different parts 
of African territories. 
Yoh! 
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy? 
Killing silently  
at one hand 
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad, 
Very sad to see the augmentation 
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity? 
Why continue killing innocent people? 
What did they do to you 
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh! 
So sad 
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
 singing
 " love " 
by their mouths 
to gain what 
they always want...
But their hearts 
fill with all sort of Evil.

LOYAL LEADERS

It is always good to be real in life. 
when you speak the truths to help
some victims of atrocities in Africa,
you are doing a good job. 
As you think of decolonise some African  countries 
And some colonisers think of recolonise 
the entire Africa. 
Don't forget to find out the reason of assassinations 
of many African loyal leaders.
Don't join some African traitors
who don't care about the lives 
of millions of Africans.
Remember that the sellouts
were paid much money to sacrifice their colleagues, 
they were also killed systematically 
and seized all their stuffs 
by some western corruptors. 
In so called win - win deals 
which many African leaders 
were imposed by some western leaders.
As the westerners gained 85% of interests
in those so called deals. 
when majority African leaders 
called for the change of the systems 
and some  parternaires in businesses. 
Now there are wars , massacres, 
genocides,terrorism, and rebelions
 in some parts of Africa.

Andrew Bridgnd British M P

Heres a man trying to bridge, a route to sanity along a ridge'
He's being hit.' with the same old twaddle' 
As his so called betters loudly squabble'
I recall a board and stick' used 2020; they must think think us thick?
That with much mod tech, and breifing easy to do)
Thise ww2 methods, we would not see through?
It shows indeed utter contempt; of humans from the 50s'
The sacrifice, that they were first targeting shiftily'
It was gain the grandparents.' pull the younger in.'
One life lost was one to many, 'yet when the nhs needs some tin?
Lives are ten a penny ' they'll take the strikes and try to trash
As today the truth runs rampant throughought the land
Its aversaries have really now lost, the countrys trust.
Then some with spine stand; on the settling dust.' 
Mr Bridgnd is Just one of many ' such people would incline to heal '
But all the liars; just aren't ready to' apologise, of genocides steal'
In the (long dead narrative) they, still strive to hide.'
I doubt that many, 'will'  last out this ride.?

Prophets of An Automatic Atomic Night

Where a newborn star lights 
the vault of heaven under the sky 
sapphire, high! 

You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or some such! 

But, man in his madness brings annihilation 
to the makers, the father of the nation, 
a nations ghost the dire lands divide….

Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders 
of black cabals each a deity in mind 
each a quest for inner peace 
or damnation an automatic life… 

When deviations dire provide the profits of war 
and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs 
and design desires flesh and bone born to non! 

Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks 
reside in cathedrals of suicide watch!

The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle 
of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness 
and dire means drive engines of earth demise!

The destination and ruination of all our lives… 
Where a newborn star lights the vault 
of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!

Humankind

Give me a quite room with a pen and book
Let me tie my shoes and reminisce about old school,
Underneath these massive rocks of my mountainous youth
Let me unleash the hidden truth.
What will come after modified food?

Let me meet the man behind the essence of this rule,
In those mountains serving as mirrors 
To see those wonderful creatures living outside our loop.
We cry not for those who had to choose.

Give me the higher purpose in these lanes 
To reveal those hidden names.
What about the edited books?
With thousands of words omitted 
Dozens of pages missing, facts that were never quoted 
And the summary of twisted words 
From those distorted hearts and souls. 
We are divided by neighborhoods and classified like stooks.

Centuries of homicides, genocides 
And piles of dead bodies lying by the valley side,
Out of all animals we are on top of the food pyramid
We decide who live or die as our extinction approaches quick.
Few fear the words they remember when they are pissed.

Crescendo

the orchestra played full volume in the theatre of her mind

thoughts and emotions vied for undisturbed attention but

her misplaced applause failed to settle restless blind screens

decoupages tapestries and fabrications of her imagination

whole movies and symphonies arranged on fast auto replay

spooled forward and backward until vision blurred into one


epic film tear of overload exhaustion and impenetrable void

hungry children 
		         uncivil wars
                                            deforestation
					                         xenophobia
						                                   fission bombs

subjugation oppression marginalization genocides homophobic attacks

power money greed opulence decadence and seeming banality of evil


for the charade that life was she needed to close plenty of curtains

unveil at the same time what had been hidden behind a solid façade


when the cacophony climaxed in crescendo staccato and discord 

she knew that her voice of conscience would lead her the way


03rd June 2021

Peace of Mind

1/16/21


As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye

Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind

Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides

It was emphasized
Or just swept aside

Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside

It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly

I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life

Nobody Knew Better Than Him

Nobody knew better than him the value
 Of great art --
The need to preserve the memory of 
  Great artists;
Do not even the basest of us feel 
 Overwhelming emotion, hushed awe?
Great art should seem to the eye all
  Things divine rather than human;
But still, of any person...it should fall 
 to him
To obliterate the most magnificent 
   Art had then yet to offer.


A crime committed in full view 
 Of the old city's appalled populace;
He undertook it with selfsame blase' 
  Nonchalance 
Such as dictators sometimes so indulge in 
 When immersed in their own idle genocides.
The mind that contrived such eloquent, 
  Articulated words
Hell-bent on a dreadful, utterly 
 Inconceivable destruction!
And following on from this terrible 
  Silence of a long, drawn-out aftermath?
  

The choirs of gathering voices offering up 
 Glorianas and praises-in-excelsis 
  For that which unceasingly labours to exalt
In the banality of the prosaic and mundane.

Sitting By the Sea

I sit by the sea on my chair,
A fold away I’ve had for years
Now faded from my summers’ use
Each year the temperature got warm
As it is today, watching waves
Come crashing upon golden sands.

Sea gulls screech and scream, flying high
Up in a dark but deep blue sky
Where fluffy white clouds scoot on by
And I say “hi” to passersby
Who in turn greet me with their “hi”
And sitting here I ask me “why”? 

It is so peaceful on this beach
Yet the whole world is so turmoiled
Engaged in wars, genocides and
All things that man just should not do
To all his fellowman each day…

A gull just swooped down low.
 
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Humanity Hell Bound- -

Humanity Hell bound
'Humanity!'  O, 'Yes humanity!'
You warned me about your insanity
somewhat louder than the Christianity
you warned me about the inhumanity
My wrong choices
My determined hard core voices

That evil hopelessness – our evil that’s in our hearts


I have dreamed of the people
and the ignorance never populating
Genocides,
 Killing off souls trying to hide
I crave the barbarous, barbaric bigotry
through which came lacking, lacking, lacking
Biting, hitting, kicking, licking
Me?

Deep into that darkness massing
Is it HELL?
Will all humanity dwell?
And the patients never imparting
Those desires of the hearts lost in…
 ill humanitarian hither hospitalizing
Back into my memories bisecting
Dissecting spirits and dreams
Demons ridicule and laughing

much I marveled the magnanimous, what flocking
Death shall bring occupants
While I pondered, Malachite and mocking?

12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019

Problems We Can'T Fix, Part Iii

...And we’re all seen where their impulses end,
in genocides and societies sick,
it seems we can never drop our guard
on the problems that we cannot fix.

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