Freedom Poverty Poems

This is a poem I wrote about the struggles of mainly coal miners the industrial revolution and the hardships and luxuries of both the poor...

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Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats...

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Water is essential to everyone
All species need H2O to survive
No one can live without this weapon
A dehydrated lion will die in
Minutes without any type of...

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The lesson was don’t speak with a mouthful,
And not at all when grown folk speak.
My pitiful plate burns on my lap,
So too does my sister’s...

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rage great
freedom wrong
just wait
love makes no difference
sedate strong
people 
excavate earth
under steeple 
mayhem ignore
drink mirth
here two cents
strangle birth
tell poor
save money
buy cheap
dark sunny
hard work
never sleep
no such perk
tame...

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for eveyday food
   thus he sells the whole body
     poor homeless freedom...

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Anaemia

Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds

Siamese twins of hunger and...

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No Mercy for the weak,
Say the ones with the power.
The outlook is so bleak,
And more desperate by the hour.

No Future for the poor,
When governed by...

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Fearless, careless, I'm free to roam
This entire world, I call my home
The sky's my roof, the ground my cot
Stone for a pillow, that's my lot

I...

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Pockets Of Wealth:
In my left
a president

not one
by God sent

In my right
a congress,

not one will
ever confess

In my back, 
left or right
the same, day
or night, could 
not...

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Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream;
I keep struggling to swim, through poverty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!

Waiting on turns, enrage hope's light agleam...
Shinning...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe...

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Bill Shakespeare is wanted for hate speech,
His study’s surrounded with tape.
The local police were slow to react,
He may already have made his escape.
There’s a chance...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants...

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