Long Discriminations Poems
Long Discriminations Poems. Below are the most popular long Discriminations by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Discriminations poems by poem length and keyword.
A cry of an infant awake the pride you had,
And my eyes were opened at dawn to see a denying love,
Hesitated in anguish for a while...
I saw a beatiful lady who was on date with a young guy,
Genius was her pen name...
She rose up for devouring game,
The guy was a louse perching in hair.
That snipper held himself as rare,
There was no answer to discriminations back then,
It framed a foot note precisely instead,
Influence from different holes came in from discarded men,
Its affiliation needed to be burnt,
Wow..Sniper caught in betrayal,
Door was opened for free and smooth entry,
Lady's Appeared as a phantom,
When her greatness of perseverance was seen in pendom,
Sharp loudness against the guy made him a laughing stock,
Led him into exile,
Became a focal object among billions expired.
That Blessed Day
When the shuddering echo,
Of battle-cries vanish forever,
Under the victorious cheers
Of universal brotherhood,
When the cold murderous cannons,
Will be silenced by love,
And in their barrels singing birds
Build their nests,
When the cruel wounds,
Mercilessly inflicted by barbaric wars,
Be healed once and for all
By human compassion,
When the medals of honor,
Of today’s heroes,
Monuments of shame in the eyes,
Of the world appear,
When hatred and its siblings,
Are expelled from our kind hearts,
Thrown thus into the Tartarus
Of human condemnation,
When racial discriminations,
That divided us are obliterated,
By the sublime understanding,
Of our enlightened minds,
When upon the ravaged face
Of our long-suffered planet,
A place is found for each one of us
To live happily free,
That blessed day
Will be the first,
Among the endless number of days,
OF PEACE ON EARTH!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 February 1984
Who are we?
Aren't we related to this country?
Are we expatriated from the hell?
Does the Almighty on this earth curse us?
Why all such humiliations on us?
Why such partiality on our rights?
Is it our offence to be born here?
Why are we deprived of the basic needs?
If it is our crime,
We may be imprisoned in dark cells for ever
If our life is a crime against the God and nature
We may be dumped off the earth
I’m asking God against these discriminations
If I am wrong or wrong is my question
I shall face punishment on this earth
and in the hell as well.
Sakthi Ravichandran
The heavenly gift
I received from the Unseen
Covering me - head to toes
Had turn tumult, bringing me foes.
The beautiful colour
In which I was wrapped by God
Lauding His craftsmanship
Had turn twine, fetching me enemies.
Intimidations that never seems to stop
Discriminations and reviling words
Maltreatments born of different race
Are daily battles which I continue to face.
My existence they relegate to naught
If I was made to live, they fueled my doubt
In me they plant racial fears
As their chants keeps provoking my tears.
Racists, never choose to forget;
That black or white shell,
Same yolk we’ve got to produce
In our veins, same blood runs through.
Your white, you never chose
My black, a divine gift
Pleasing and beautiful are both
Why then the racial discriminations and rifts?
In harmony that knows no culture
In unity that mocks no race
In love that ridicules no colour
We can all build humanity and set the pace.
Let's leave the fire of rivalism quenched
For unhealthy it is for our existence
Let's take the heat of racism off its meridian
And appreciate the green grasses from the other sides.
#BlackLivesMatters
#NoToRacism
?? : LegalBard
[email protected]
Inspiration: A T-shirt held by Barrack and Michelle Obama with the message: I Did Not Choose To Be Black, I Just Got Lucky
Self-awareness is very important for me
to perceive and understand things, matters,
issues that come up that are important to me,
in using my senses, experiences and beliefs.
Sometimes when I’m in my psychological state,
focus on myself or in the state of self-reflection,
I remember how rundown I was for many years
and how feeling rundown would come and go.
Some of the rundown episodes were very difficult,
like feeling you don’t want to do what you need to do.
You just want to leave everything, everybody you love,
to start over again someplace, where nobody knows you.
Sometimes the silence is so deafening, like irritating noise
that you want to run away from while covering your ears.
You are just so tired physically, exhausted emotionally,
sick of almost everything that is so mentally draining.
You just keep going, going through the motions like a robot
because you must, but deep inside you just want to escape,
be free from work, responsibilities, obligations, just for a while
to take time, a break for yourself, recharge and be back refresh.
Those years of discriminations in various positions I held.
Those years of being a single mother, raising the children,
making sure they had a roof over their head and food on
the table and maintaining and taking care of the finances.
Those racial issues, family issues, financial issues could put
a toll on your body, your spirit, your emotions running you
down physically and could be burning you out mentally.
Being rundown is not easy, but your will can put an end to it.
Relative.
Subjective.
Freedom fighters?
Protective?
They are pieces manuvered
In the great game of life.
They often stoke uproars,
Violence and strife!
Rights are considered
A pathway to peace.
To enforce Discriminations
And Persecutions grips to release.
Rights belong to all.
And absolutely to none.
Sometimes they help
Society to move on.
From conception we each
Have the right to live.
When wronged, we have
The right to forgive.
But one right, a right we
All want to have and to be,
The right we desire
Is to be happy.
Such a right is down
To the way that we are.
Who are we at heart?
Why does it sometimes seem far?
Rights often fall
To each one their choice
No matter how loud or
How quiet their voice.
But in claiming our own,
Let's not deny others theirs.
With rights come responsibility.
Let's live our right to care.
Written 6th December 2021
For the "Human Rights Contest"
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Commercially,the road wasn't helping,
It wasn't giving basic facts about evil which rise against its walkers,
Birds were making statements to draw our attention towards those melling,
Distraction kept being thrown upon minds of hawkers,
Their selling products were ceased and stolen,
Mouths were opened to chastised against those task force,
It never got them tormented over their indescency at a grinchy remorse,
Traffic jam now kept the scene badly heated at all cost,
Those who won't let go of their avenue for fetching satisfaction made no repose,
Others also kept themselves fully under glope,
Who should be blame?
Who should fulfil the desires of fans to the game?
Policies kept increasing from axis to axis,
Whilst, actually no soul has power over taxes,
Power brought out from the ocean,discriminations and heavy punches,
Out of fed up,war concludes the lives of citizens in there,
There after,the president is pleading and fasting to reflex,
But,it's too late for this insanity man and his fellow leaders,
Indeed,power trends till it breed societal killers.
So let chrish ourselves with equality and live to the fullest.
complaints that they have no voice
historically silent now they holla
women gays and blacks make noise
their priority's to matter
age old mistreatment sorrows
they stand, they shout and many follow
equality for all tomorrows
some cry true most cry hollow
opinions form inside their heads
mine and yours find views too store
but with all if the truth be said
ism's form where not before
are we really so uneven
when 3 percent our nations black
seek a fairness breaking even
on a surface filled with cracks
cus I have been mistreated too
held back with no advance
maybe you have beaten you
the reason you have no chance
cus CV's sit in black and white
no gay preference there on show
qualification on show in sight
you, it's maker not to know
we put discriminations into isms
presuming prejudice low as low
I think we all live in this prison
of what we think not what we know