Short Colonialism Poems

Individual monotheistic health
hungers for
and, 
in regenerating return,
gratefully feeds 
polytheistic
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
neuro-social wealth....

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Colonialism,
Neo-colonialism.

Independence,
Donor dependence.

Westernization,
Modernization.

Feminism,
Gender equality.

Gay rights,
Human rights.

Murder,
Abortion.

Nothing has changed,
Except for the words....

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Angel which was saying my boundary's about
Who did pour out this coffee?
In front of,it is a poem"Colonialism",whatever
Discriminatory Pharaoh,women's nails
Softy lips of music,I can feel that 
Drop into the wave which asked the rock
All have been only moustache
I recites next dead body's mound
The eyes of a woman which I bussed ,
love's voice,suddendly entered wrong way
This light is document forever exited


Thwelt Di Nwe...

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Six decades after the slavers were gone
Came along the dragon
With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop
And heat for a sweatshop
Politicians shake hands with eyes closed, as few hands get oiled
So they build the castles, as the majority poor toil
Nothing to show in the 21st century
A homeland is no longer a sanctuary
There is a death toll at shores of the Mediterranean sea
If we are not filling up forms for green visa lottery...

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Yesterday,
The sky was arrogant;
Arrogant with hope,
Spread like bush fire,
By heroes,
Rogues so called,
Who fought cannons, 
To set us free,
Free from chains of colonialism.

Today,
The sky darkens;
Darkens with frustrations,
Set deep in dark furrows,
By rogues,
Heroes so called,
Who fight with cannons,
To keep us impoverished,
Impoverished in the grip of democracy.

Tomorrow,
Who knows?
But time will tell,
The heroes from the rogues....

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crispy emotions smogged sans thoughts
dripped solutions damping draws 
on the innocence of the naked ape 
bathed her in flaws, flap-doodles create.  
 
A stride.  
Moistened feet pasted 
prints on fractured lips  
on the terrane tried  
corruption of texture  
deflowering structure 
 
yet she celebrates celibacy  
turning suitors down; 
"I'm a virgin" 
her chant, her song 
 
forgetting the sexual congress  
colonialism had held with her in her bed.  
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Maybe
It’s best
Or maybe it’s better to believe
God wishes
To spread His spirit
Like dandelion seed to wind

Where it lands
It should stay

Resist the story of Ham
Embrace Eve

Mission not
In masts of ships or cannons shots
Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets
Or in a noose of love

Allow
The flower
To settle with its own face

To root and sow in a fertile place
Bloom in heart
Take shape with all its local smells and colors

A bouquet just for you....

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