Short Exploitation Poems
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We are helped by light, air, earth, sky......created for us, no doubt, but have we given anything to them except exploitation?
Deprivation of the situation,
Starvation proves exploitation
Fascination makes determination
He’s calling but no explanation
Crows' feast
a good job, farmer
he prepares dinner for us
let's toast and eat it up!
Farmer's moan
they appear from nowhere
steal my seed mercilessly
fruitless my labour
The league of toadies
Abound
Proffering info to all
Kind
Of revenue streams
Cloaked in a meme
Of free
Domination
Press
Where you want
The pressure
REBUKE
Exploitation
That divides a nation
With white lies
On a dark net
You're in the last stages
of lost wages,
of empty pages,
of spent rages,
You're in the termination
of inspiration
of imitation,
of expiration,
You're in the culmination
of emulation,
of exploitation,
of domination
of me.
Cheap; Raunchy; Absentee; Tempted to kill; With uses limited to exploitation; Not really them; Some unknown thing; Testing different amounts of pressure; Looking for the right amount; Neon colors; Neon gas; Visibility; The curvature of the earth;
We should have seen it coming
with the advent of unisex
and exploitation movies with
females as sex objects
But we were blind as bats to
the elites' manipulations
So, now we pay the price
~ freedom's cancellation
"So long as we live in the mutiny of archaic order, there will be no lack of dispensation to the sorts of liberty that's lost under it's rule of exploitation, soley designed, to enslave the benefactor of a free-thinking mind."
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Printing paper money,
which they so adore.
Point a finger at US,
claim we owe more.
How does that figure?
Who keeps the score?
All legal trickery,
with deceit and war.
Beyond Sensibility,
They have no answer for.
Exploiting, We the People,
Whom they Ignore.
I am high on strife,
Drunk on delusion,
Stoned on seclusion,
Intoxicated on exploitation.
I'm ed up on failure,
Alienated on anger,
A junky without joy,
A staggering stranger
To those I love most,
Respect the greatest,
And would die 1000 times,
To protect them from me.
From one to a mob a person becomes people
An idea becomes action
Results occur
Blame only sticks to individuals
Responsibility dissipates
Pride fuels greed
Exploitation is honorable
Benevolence is a weakness
Restitution is regarded as unearned reward
Oppression does not mature
No one suffered or was killed today
No one raped or burned alive
No terrorists
No politicians
No exploitation
No pollution
No religion
No rich and
no poor
there is something
nice and peaceful
about having
No people
living on my PLANET
all being
elsewhere
with their baggage
full of delusions
Democracy ain’t
What we imagine it to
Be. A disaster!
Communism is as
Bad. Exploitation is bad
Everywhere, my friends.
Same strange lies
Our world is in trouble
Cry and pray.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
If you are wise, don’t make me fool.
If a person is human why is he so cruel?
Why is a human poor? Because
Intelligence is holding the upgrade tool.
Is your main function human exploitation?
Is your main function human degration?
Do you think a man wants to live as human?
Are you n’t developing a insulted nation?
if abuse is the beginning
compassion can be the end
if borders and separation are the beginning
unity can be the end
if environmental destruction is the beginning
green movement can be the end
if exploitation is the beginning
liberation can be the end
divisions can lead to the whole
wounds can lead to cures.
The world is a factory farm
And no one can save nature's charm
The harm from this binge
Makes ecologists cringe
And stinks like a raw underarm
Author's note: Let the games begin and hold your nose. The scale of exploitation is unparalleled in human history. But don't worry because more industry and technology will save us.
I am water
Vast, cool
Ever moving
Adjusting
according to landscape
Babbling alone
Flowing thoughtlessly
Forgetting past
Unconcerned about future
In serving others,
I get joy
I find all equal
Same within
Get angry only when
intolerable over-exploitation
pollution occurs
Note: This is about my gemstone aquamarine
The poor become rich, a dream come true,
But as they climb the ladder, they start anew,
Acting just as the rich had done,
Exploiting others, their power now won.
For in this society, there's always a game,
Someone on top, and someone to blame,
The cycle continues, a never-ending tale,
Of the rich getting richer, and the poor always frail.
lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry..
They say a trillion dollars worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan
was it ever really about freeing the oppressed
and sowing the seeds of democracy
Xi is licking his lips
When thoughts and feelings trapped within
Become more twisted than life itself
I dare to dream
Of showing what others fail to see
Being anything other then what’s expected of me
Leaving behind my legacy
A warning to those with similar expectations
Find peace within, be weary of exploitation
Existence won’t go unnoticed
If you remember to dream
Title :- The Boon
Women,
God's boon.
Beautiful, innocent, kind-hearted.
Limitless ability to endure,
Whether pain : while giving birth,
Or,
Exploitation : by male dominant society.
Everything they endure.
Backbone of the society.
"Man born with dreams but woman fulfills them".
Creator of the path.
That brings us into the world.
By :- Rohit Sharma
1994,
the inauguration
of our new nation.
Blacks' dedication
against violation.
The Black collaboration
for our liberation
against exploitation,
like Israel's salvation.
A freedom's invitation
from oppression
to secure black population.
Our vetarans, our inspiration.
Freedom, the celebration
of our destination
from generation
to generation.
Drencho POET Loads
They claim our earth as thier own
exploitation destruction overgrown
They fell our forests and pollute our seas
For sake open your eyes and see
riches, wealth, its all greed
and greed is a war on life and the free
they school our children, take our blood our time
I say its time we kill them, hang them in the streets
no mercy for them,
they have no mercy for you or me.
Flowers with scent
Filled the world beautifully
With its real pure souls...
Some scentless flowers
Disguised with fake scent
As it is pure and real...
Petals with the bribe and corruption
Partayed as the beautiful soul
Yet, flowers had many flaws...
Pure flowers vanished
Among the winds of exploitation
As prejudice started to win the world.
Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal
It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill
It is misery if you repeat the drill
Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill
Employment is exploitation if you can’t get a fair deal
It becomes poverty if you keep taking the pill
It is deprivation with tax deductions on your will
Gullibility that leads the thieves to steal