Oppression Poems

The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We

IN AND OF SYNDROME AWARENESS

IN AND OF SYNDROME AWARENESS

Time to overcome
This dread Oppressor Syndrome’s
Large, self-killing sum:-
Self-oppression devastates:
Cancel the syndrome’s mistakes:-

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 damned curse;
Now’s too, we must burst:-
Streaming justice back here,
Let’s get going without fear:-

We must get through this;
Can’t lose hope and be remiss:-
Chains, we must

Tumultuous Hearts

In the atmospherev of love, a paradox reigns
Where women chase the tumult, the heart's pains
A nice guy's gentle touch, a soothing breeze
Bores them, and they yearn for the stormy seas

Peace, a virtue men pursue, is a curse
To women, who crave the whirlwind's traverse
A man will flee the drama, the emotional strife
But women cling to the

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible

WEIRD LADY

She's so wise and courageous 
She's so contagious 
She's not everyone's type 
She's good and bad 
Depends on how you ride
Stay on the tide
She takes no bribe, even if you're her tribe.

She's a God sent 
With nice cents
Like she burns insects 
She wears unisex 
Never urge for sex
She's offset
Don't upset her.

She conscious
She never reap
Where she

85 years of oppression

they kill 1200 in rage
you kill 200.000 for what
to show you are just

Endgame in Exile

I
At eleven, Tehran’s burning blaze,
Sleeve rolled high to meet the weight,
A Guard’s cold fist—a question raised—
A scar that shapes my fragile fate.

II
At sixteen, classroom doors collide,
Boots thunder on the worn-out floor,
“Routine check,” their steely stride,
Rifles poised like silent war.

Her smile hides behind the page,
Formulas I cannot solve,
I tear her photo, cage my rage—
Winter’s frost begins

The foundation of power

The absurdity of the lies you convince yourself of
The lies that we are the problem and your not
But your envy betrays you 
The one thing that you want But can't have 
Our blackness
Your colonisation skills have failed you
After all its the one thing you can't take from us

You're so full of hatred 
You erupt like

A tale is told of a cruel man

A tale is told of a cruel man
who once cast a stone at a righteous dervish’s head.
The poor man, too meek to strike back,
picked up the stone and kept it close?—?
waiting.

Time passed.
The king, angered by that cruel man’s misdeeds,
cast him into a bottomless, dark pit.
The dervish came to the edge,
aimed?—?
and hurled the same stone down

REVOLUTION'S EVOLUTION: Apropos Of Today's Political Dilemma

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

OF AN OXYMORONIC OLIGARCHY

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

OF OXYMORONIC OLIGARCHY

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

Anguish And Admonitions Of Eve

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 —

I Am Human: The Ancestry in Me

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

Ghosts of Conquest, Roots of Rebellion

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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