Globalized Poems - Poems about Globalized

...The 6th and 9th have come and gone though none have taken note that faraway, on those two days, an instant blazing blast had vaporized morality. A bygone anecdote? It seems such tales are best for......Read the rest...

...Roses can be green The globalized world is a grey blanket the common language and culture (consumerism) A haze of foul jollity and hollow laughter lost minds, save elephants and waterholes l......Read the rest...

...Sometimes restrictions made Have to be let go When profit is irresistible When business is globalized Sometimes restrictions made Have to be let go When rescue is wanted instantly When life is......Read the rest...

...I hope to heaven that when I die I meet Woody Guthrie in the sky and then upon a dust-bowl cloud we'll find the grace to sing aloud, and that the Heavens won't debar the using of a stringed guit......Read the rest...

...Once wars were fought with sticks and stones to flog the flesh and batter bones and conquer lands, defending thrones - though gods provoke, not one atones. The multitude (by hordes beset with......Read the rest...

...A freedom is an epic. Indian’s freedom is a splendid superior spectacle. The common idea of million minds And the common battle for billion hearts. More than trillion cones turned to craft few ......Read the rest...

...The ask of cultures. Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They......Read the rest...

...Once isolated from the world In tune with nature Living day to day Self sufficient Thrust into a globalized world New opportunities, open markets Technological advances Loss of control T......Read the rest...

...The truth has turned to fiction Lies are stated as if they’re fact While overzealous politicians Stab one another in the back Right and left are being polarized There seems to be no middle gro......Read the rest...

...I still wrestle with human afflictions, when I see others suffering, groping in the dark of invasion – where the rich and powerful become richer, tutors of domination, over these poor people, my own ......Read the rest...

...Moving toward the absurd as war in Baghdad goes on, along with the print traffic jam and airwaves; continues to unfold horror stories, deaths: a tinku that spew out of Iraq – the ancient Middle East......Read the rest...

...Send me a letter a page of two or less counts boredom kills me here. Every night tears fall no one to talk, all alone far from you, my home. Here, all is beautiful industrialized, globaliz......Read the rest...

...I still wrestle with human afflictions, when I see others suffering, groping in the dark of invasion – where the rich and powerful become richer, tutors of domination, over these poor people, my......Read the rest...

...Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas. This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation. Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain, Why I trudge through rain and grime to......Read the rest...