Oppressed Poems - Poems about Oppressed

What is it I wonder you don’t want us to see that you don’t want included in the story do you think just because your big smelly marker says permanent ink that it can cover up history Why are you so scared that someone might care about the true version of how the past should be told or how the...

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Venezuela people felt powerless for over twenty years no one wanted to step up until someone did taking the risk of being jailed or killed unsure of the outcome but unwilling to be oppressed one more day people saw this leader and took to the streets demanding change, demanding justice demanding a new outcome, a new Venezuela one voice became many...

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Black folk kept in sad condition By owners without contrition. What to do, what to do? Wage war for emancipation And forge a fresh slave-free nation. The Forrest-Byrd Klan and Jim Crow Surely are the ones you should stow – What to do, what to do? They rule and oppress your city Blame them not ones who set you free! Martin loved character content With black...

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'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me', Isaiah foretold, 'He's anointed me to bring relief to the poor, to show captives the door, the blind to see and the oppressed set free.' Jesus rolled up the scroll and sat down. “Today this text has been fulfilled be it known.” ...

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We all know 'America' is classed as the land of the free But any country can only be so, if it includes you and thee Just like life is, irrespective of your circumstances, they be For no one should be oppressed, in stone scribed, decreed But sadly this doesn't happen, be it in many walks of life To being badgered...

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Learn to do right; Seek peace and don’t fight; In every avenue that you choose; Adopt peace, choose life; Go with love be in the light; Seek justice You are so blessed Please encourage the oppressed Pray for them, Aid to set them free Isaiah One seventeen says Learn to love Love to learn Seek wisdom not hate and strife Give to live, that you will check that everything...

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The grandeur of my life are elusive Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression My free life is cramped by chains of servitude And shout out loud I mustn't Because even the power of my tongue is tied Blank in me is the power to be heard I'm the subject to the oppression When I watch myself through the mirror of futurity The cockled...

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Their bodies stumble through the dark, No mist of air to keep them high... No circling the beaten ground tonight. Voices won’t sing, they will not feed on single bough of welted tree this day. No, not today, not later . Perhaps when evening comes again, someone would offer a morsel of rice on paper; and...

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I do not fear one that bleeds like me My death is certain, we are born and raised to leave It is my name that shall live when my shadow runs to flee It is my child that shall rise to walk my land as free My enemy looks me in my eyes and tells me lies he tells me,...

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I wish to be a poet, like Oscar I’ve got so much passion in me, it’s pain I long to take an adventure; wander I’ve got the world in my heart- unashamed Sometimes I wake up, and swear I can fly I wish but to experience my life How could I leave my heart to be denied? Balance me on the tip...

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The Oppressed Time is churning us in a mass of confusion But something is forever the need to side with the downtrodden. Two of my uncles, ordinary working class lad, Spent time in jail and tortured because they helped the Jews because they were in need. Israel today doesn`t want or any use for men without education Help was...

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The oppressed It was twilight mist hung over the valley when I saw the big horse on a knoll was a warrior, a charger, looking toward the east. I mounted, and we flew to the land of hatred, the mount neighed stamped its hooves ready for battle. When the soldiers, who’s moral had become rancid, saw...

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You can see, yet you do not see A hole, where a heart should be You can hear, but do not heed The screams and cries of those that bleed Can speak, but are strangely quiet Oblivious to the disquiet You can clearly see the discrimination But are programed by the oppressors narration Your humanity has turned to stone Your hatred of the oppressed...

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VITUPERATIONS OF AN OPPRESSED MAN Heaven will not smile on your home Neither will the sun rise in your dome For you have crossed my zone And indeed crushed my bone You fed me with doom Just because my land is rising in boom For almost two hundred and ninety nine nights And extended to this night My sprouts have not seen a bright...

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Oppressor and the oppressed. Who is the oppressed and who is the oppressor? Who has the right to beat a random person on the street? Who has the right when to pronounce a person guilty or to see that they is the victim? Who has the jurisdiction to carry a gun and to unload on a random person because...

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