Oppression Poems - Poems about Oppression

Once upon a time in a faraway land There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion, His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story His hands, never steady, always counting Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream But no sound would escape his mouth,...

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Charles Dickens said it best, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” a tale born in paroxysm and flame, where streets cried for liberty beneath the weight of tyranny, and history turned, restless, in its slumber. The Bastille fell like the crumbling of old oaths, its stones heavy with the breaths of the oppressed. The mob surged,...

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Freedom must be won Oppression beaten and done; Let’s follow Heron: Let’s make revolution live; Defeating oppression’s jive:- Come revolution, Heal syndrome’s devolution; Curing delusion: It’s time for revolution; Let’s get to liberation:- We’ve survived much worse Of the oppressor’s dam curse; Now’s too, we will burst: Liberation’s spring is here; We’ll be fighting without fear:- Now, its you folk’s call, To deal with that choice by y’all; Least all your hopes...

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An immigrant nation Imprisoning immigrants Not equally born or not born Of its natives and considered Criminals is indeed oxymoronic In a country founded by immigrants Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous People of their bordered lands And nearly extincting them Via hue-skin oppression In a supposedly new found nation Baptized with the the blood of those Who simply became natives of a new Claimed land...

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OF AN OXYMORONIC OLIGAR An immigrant nation Imprisoning immigrants Not equally born or not born Of its natives and considered Criminals is indeed oxymoronic In a country founded by immigrants Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous People of their bordered lands And nearly extincting them Via hue-skin oppression In a supposedly new found nation Baptized with the blood of those Who simply became natives of a...

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No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a life profaned restrained caned for being female —don’t you dare cry out! he shouts wordless worthless voiceless choiceless b***h! Yes —...

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I am that human, who is proud and strong, I am that human who was once wild and free. I am that human climbing mountains, who struggles to reach its highest peak, Only to climb back down and do it all over again. I am that human who is adventurous, That long to travel the oceans, lands, seas and skies, In...

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They came with flags, with fire, with steel, Spoke of trade, yet came to steal. Lands once free, now marked and chained, A stranger's law, a tyrant's reign. They mapped the sky, they named the trees, Measured rivers, claimed the seas. Their words replaced the native tongue, Ancient songs left unsung. Not just land—our minds they took, Rewrote the past in gilded books. Fed us...

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The dark rooms of my mind take me to a new place every night, This place beams of sunshine, with beautiful sight. This feeling is indeed real, but far from reality, Still, this place thrives my personality. This is a dream, but I did not choose it, it chose me, It is a new era in a different country, Where it...

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She was born with the whole sky in her hands, soft fingers reaching for a world that hadn’t yet told her no. Her first breath was limitless— the kind of infinite that only newborns know, before the world shrinks them down, before the weight of it all settles into their bones. She could have been anything. A girl who laughed, who danced, who...

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In the world we live in, Where humanity's power reigns supreme, Adam's plight often goes unseen. Men, women, and children caught in the web of strife, Oppressed by those with power and life. In lands torn by conflict, liberty is a distant dream, As bombs shatter homes and screams pierce the scene. In a place where shadows loom, they stand tall, Fighting for...

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Miss Jordan — Are you satisfied? Living in a world Where hopes and efforts never collide, Where all abide by someone else's design. Would you simply resign? It's peculiar how you're blind — Self-imposed by your own mind. Could you just stop and listen, See how these plates glisten? If you rest for a moment, let others see it, Would they be happy? Even I'd feel giddy, Seeing...

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Opression Too oppressive for comfort, the proximity Life with its array of shades, hues and shadows Encumbered by words said and unsaid Sentiments unspoken, muffled and silenced Confusion vine like, slowly and surely rooting, sprouting to spread tentacles wide Deadweights holding back the soul..too many From floating onwards to free falling, Like castaways, entwined and entangled by spiders, nets, not of the earthly...

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In Africa's heart, a giant lies, Nigeria, blessed with riches that surprise, Petroleum, gold, and califonium's might, Lead, iron, bitumen, and limestone's sight. But amidst this wealth, a paradox we find, Lovely people suffer, while leaders' greed entwines, Abject penury, a constant, gnawing fate, While politicians milk public funds, an unborn generation's weight. Foolishness, indeed, to hoard and not to share, As children, women,...

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Freedom isn’t a delicate flower; It’s the fist that goes through the ground, the teeth that grind at the chains, the howl of a wind that won’t ask for permission. I refuse to bow to the crumbs of tomorrow, I won’t let my bones sink into decay, a shell waiting to grow scraps. I’ll carve out freedom from this stubborn rock— bloody-knuckled and relentless. Do not...

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