History. Poems - Poems about History.

The uk is guilty too Stop hiding behind America You were involved too It's time for you to take the stand Reveal the blood on your hands Accountability is calling your name America can't take all the blame When it was them who followed your lead Joining the slave trade from your influence Don't hide behind black American history...

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away A half-eaten worm brings him back If he can’t fix the problem in less than a day Think of poor...

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Yes, my friend, it does look like a rock But it could be so much more All you have to do is look beyond Let your mind wander just a little bit Maybe that rock came to Earth long ago Bringing with it the stuff of life It may carry the bodies of the life it created A record of a time...

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The manner of this speech gives...

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Just how champagne came to be opinions vary and there are many. The French insist it was no mistake like all great art they highly rate; indeed, a felicitous coupling of skill and savoir faire* resulting in a tingling bubbly effervescence rocketed champagne to prominence. (Other stories and less discreet explain the wine maker fell asleep and thus the fermentation exceeded normal maturation.) The French even claim...

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'Just get over it' No we still haven't received reparations And they are long overdue Why would we get over it When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar The fabric - our skin But you'll never know You'll never care Because of your ignorance Because what you...

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A traveler in ancient Greece traversed a broad town square. A bottle of mead was waiting there. He considered the flight of geese, and those brimming honey-wine kegs. He was, at first, at quite at a loss, until, he thought, "I'll go straight across, avoiding the triangle legs". How far did go on the path not bent? Our traveling friend (Pythagorus) invented something for...

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It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia, Its memories are as fragile as a vase The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time And it's something that no one forgets. With a child snatched from his mother, Begging her to pray for his soul As fear ascends like a dark cloud Standing in line and awaitng the...

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I took a trembling island by the hand— Barefoot children, broken streets, A people shamed by foreign tongues, Their dignity pawned for crumbs of aid. I did not wait for the West to love us. They called me tyrant, Because I silenced the noise That kept my people in chains. They praised democracy— Yet their own hands were stained With centuries of empire and greed. I...

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I'd choose the USPS "Liberty Bell" stamp for an ekphrasis poem. Here's the poem: In copper curves, the Liberty Bell's tale, A symbol etched in history's hallowed gale, On this small stamp, its lines tell a story grand, Of freedom's voice, in a nation's promised land. The crack that speaks of time and trials past, Echoes whispers of liberty that will...

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"One if by land, two if by sea". That's what Paul Revere said to me. But my memory's just no good, and sadly, I misunderstood. Anyway, Paul was just a spy, and I like eating shepherd's pie....

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Napoleon the Second died today, albeit back in eighteen thirty-two. He had no truck with men like Soult or Ney, but died too young to form a proper hue. Would he have thrown a million lives away? It ultimately matters what we do: the world can disregard the dross we say, and slaughter would begin again anew, since ego , by its...

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A life of false happiness Or death by defiance They claim we have a choice But what kind of choice is a life of imprisonment or a death penalty An eternal life of isolation Or an eternity of nothingness With choices like that who needs control Or to be caged by manipulation For us the ideal choice Would be death To...

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White privilege The ability to exist Without fear The ability to walk down the streets And not jump at every siren To not calculate every move And overthink every word Because in out world Our existence gets us killed And in your world a red carpet is rolled at your feet Your privilege ignites your ignorance And in a world where all...

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The factories long disappeared, Silent structures still stay; And more drugs than dreams have appeared, In Kensington today. The north of the Ave has its shine, Less fine, southerly way; Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, In Kensington today. Six miles, in a small corner curled, “What matter?” you may say; Well, the world is here, here’s the world, In Kensington today. ...

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