Oh, oppression, thou art a tyrant's tool
Thou art a blight upon the human soul
Thou makest us cower in fear and dread
Thou art the source of our tears shed
Thou art a force that brings us low
Thou robb'st us of our rights to grow
Thou makest us feel like we are nothing
Thou makest us feel like we are worth less than something
Oh, oppression, thou art a cruel master
Thou art a blight upon the human race
Thou makest us suffer in silence and shame
Thou art the source of our endless pain
Thou art a force that holds us back
Thou robb'st us of our rights to speak
Thou makest us feel like we are voiceless
Thou makest us feel like we are powerless
Oh, oppression, thou art a dark cloud
Thou art a blight upon the human heart
Thou makest us feel like we are worthless
Thou makest us feel like we are apart
But we will not be silenced by thee
We will stand up and be heard
We will fight for our rights and freedom
And we will break free from your chains.
You frightening firmly plaza
The city well known threatening monster
The known high cost selling plaza
The cry of the poor masses,
You subject them to wear tartared clothes,
To eat, on rainy morning you will see them peasant,
Drenched in their robes, with hoe fitted on their shoulders,
On the scorching sunny day they worked for you, yet no reward they get,
You are the Leviathan, the beast
You come like in human clothing still a monster,
You make still-born promises, to deceive and delude,
You take what does not belong to you,
You play injustice and calls it justice,
You trick the people to believe that you are for then,
You the taker of the voiceless joy
The misery of the people
The persecutor of the nation
The bad government of our state
When we remember you our hearts flee to exile
The chaos, the turmoil and violence of our provinces,
Tell me!
When will we wear sleeves?
When shall we sleep and wake up in peace?
What have we done to you?
if you let them
belittle me
and put me down
when i am not
in a position to get up
you are part of the problem
Am I the oppressor
As I returned to the place of my bondage;
As I ignored the faith of the fate in my homage;
Am I the Oppressor;
I considered all oppressions;
That is under the sun;
As I cast my reflection have my own;
Thoughts and ideas;
Is this for real...
Am I the Oppressor;
and one constrains better;
did you open the letter;
it says....
I am yes Am I
yes I am, I am the Oppressor;
Who knows the spirit of man that goes up;
As a slave set free;
Long eternal life in liberty I long...
Am I the Oppressor;
I have not any comforter;
I'm on the side of the oppressors;
Guilt ridden mammal whose done wrong;
Stop the pressure, bless me now I'm no longer the oppressor
Am I the oppressor, No, now I am
The Intercessor
Written by James E. Lee Sr.
June 12 2007(c)
for you i have been missing,
you are short of a prayer,
this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,
for hand that i reach is short of a friend,
so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,
the blood river flows and colder as it grows,
for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,
a riddle for you my love,
its as pretty as a dove,
think of my father that force me from above,
I am the rich, powerful and the great,
i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,
I open the gate,
for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.
Oppressor has three A’s….By Peter Onyancha
Alas,
The witch has three asses
The beast in front
The head atop
And the garbage behind
See him at night.
They predicate despotism, while matriculating the
servile.Presaging them to complacency.Who without the prescience of life's
cadence,will continue to perpetuate peonage?They who poignantly and temper
mentally,display acerbic discourse.Arousing those erroneous acts that cause the
chasm of inculcation to avail.We listen for the mantra,the interloper,who will
resolve the vortex of these avarice bevaviors.The recess of the perspicacious
have caused an inevitable loss.Yet the ostensible foray that perforates and
inundates one's soul,still lingers.They mold our transcendental light as if
inchoate,while satiating themselves.Daring your ineffable prose to hue with
antagonism and candor.
THE OPPRESSOR