Injustice Poems - Poems about Injustice

My friends, you are indispensable to the completion of their suffering. Neither the sheep nor the crow, or the heirs of official sin, cousins of the murderers, trapped by their incandescent un-virtue, reeking of disaster. You are, my friends, the voice of reason, of morality the heirs of civility, of nobility, of humanity, Heed your calling and stand, raise your voice on...

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You smell like sweet roses, But I've smelled the sweat of the weak. My sight is as keen as an eagle's eyes; I see the chains, rusted from years of injustice, binding the meek. Segregation tried to tear us apart; Tried to break our spirits, but we stood unbroken. Like Carlotta Walls, I keep my head held high, ...

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I walked away not free from snags caused by those in authority, but to be free from cruelty to save my spirit against evilness  And injustice in power's grip Tied up by abusive six sprawling  division in command, footsteps no trace, only an echo weeping soul in the dusk! Harsh words dug deeper into my soul— sickening insults to my inner self— a burden carried within the shadowed kingdom. So...

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OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS We’ve encountered worse, and have always overcome: Likewise, with today’s:- ...

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ROCK HARD POLITICAL DEFECATION Making the nation great again, he defecates laws of injustice:- Stinky flowing unjust laws: Stooled igneous tyranny:- ...

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they sit him down like a tired old man in that throne of leather and iron— old sparky, they called it, like it was some friendly dog. they strap the wrists, ankles, chest, tight enough to stop god himself— one last insult to liberty. the sponge is wet, because dry means fire, and lawsuits. the mask goes on—black as every sin, but it’s the switch...

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I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold, no pennies left to buy a dream or hold. Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight...

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When the mind slowly decays It doesn’t just affect the mind It affects the body, the spirit, the soul The spiritual horror of psychological torture Is how you treated black people The way you penetrated our minds with accusations of inferiority Treating us less than animals Less than the dirt on your shoes Generation after generation You have tortured my people Psychological...

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We are the villains in a story they spun We get the villain arc without being a villain The storyline of a traumatic childhood Living under a shadow Constantly being misunderstood Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good Without being given credit of saving the world What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward How...

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An autopsy of a black body One who suffered greatly The body pushed past its limits To the point it had enough and quit A scalpel to their chest Slowly peeling the layers of flesh Noticing the rot Hit by the stench of trauma The body dissected The organs removed Leaving the body an empty shell Of a broken person Beaten by an...

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“It's a girl!” The female form, the rounded edges that soothe and nurture Shaped and created by gentle hands to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm Beast of burden I was formed this way and now I am bruised and soft from the many blows life has landed upon me As ages pass,we continue to strive to be...

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They starved our bodies of love Then complain how our bones shake in fear They strip us of our dignity Then glare at us when we jave nothing to wear They take our souls Then question when they hear our screams in their dreams It's why when the wind fills their ears It sparks chills And the echoes...

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To be black Is to constantly run Maybe that's why they stereotype Saying we are fast Speaking of fast That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass Because being black and being a woman Means that it's our fault And we deserve it To be black Is to constantly fight back With the hope we won't be...

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246 bullets 10 Cops 1 black man And a lifetime of pain 1 funeral 1 courtroom 12 jurors 1 judge 1 verdict Not guilty 1 claim of self defence This is the world we live in One in which black people choose freedom Which is stolen From us And white people have their skin Which means they will automatically be acquitted This is the world we...

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What kind of system, what kind of light, Where the poor stay in darkness despite the night. A government servant burns a thousand bright, Yet pays no bill, no burden in sight. Free connections, excuses so old, Feeding on the nation’s wealth, greedy and bold. Even the electric poles weep in pain, As justice hangs trembling in its fragile chain. And there stands...

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