Short Inequality Poems
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words of woes warring on the platter of mire
painted on my colour by mouth that burns with unjust fire
injustice, neocolonialism and inequality soaked in lies
Distant places where they live like royalty
Distant places they love to call home
Distant places where they live with cruelty
Distant places they run away from
Fists raised in anger.
Protest against inequality,
inequity, all biases,
poverty and hunger.
Wet and cold forecast.
March cancelled.
Pumpkin spice latte please.
environment pollution
driving animals to extinction
world wars
nuclear weapons
mass massacres
hatred
inequality
injustice
but the real threat
is Coronavirus!
"In the USA, vacant homes by thousands thrive,
while countless homeless struggle to survive.
In a land of plenty, such homes stand bare,
as lost souls grow, wandering in despair."
We Rise!
We Rise to Fight AGAINST
Abuse
Inequality
Injustice
AND
Poverty
We Rise!
We Rise to Fight FOR
Freedom
Life
Liberty
AND
The Pursuit of Happiness
We Rise!
WE RISE!
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Form:
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' Trusting In Jesus '
One must walk
Straight pass the Den
Of Inequality...
And into the Room of
Solitude...
Where His Blessing
Are to be bestowed
Upon us...
GF
Boundless poverty,
inseparable symptoms
of capitalism -
Illusions of ascension
deceive the miserable.
28/03/2023
Written for the Writing Challenge - 'P' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Blindsided Again
Old tired Lady Justice,
Standing there—blinded—
Pleasingly taking the day off;
Giving us another day of injustice:
Her unbalanced scales dangling freely;
We, once again, are chained by inequality:-
We reject war
as useless
non-violence
is our weapon
We reject inequality
as dangerous
justice
is our dream
We reject illiteracy
as unfair
education
is our right
We reject walls
as vain
solidarity
is our goal.
A poor man's kacha house,
a shelter simple and alone
amid the concrete houses
of the rich neighbours.
He dreams of a distant place,
the backcountry calls
with its equal embrace
where the status levels,
and pride give grace.
Money, has not given, all life quality
Money, has not given, all life peace
Money, has not given, all life inspiration
Money, has given, all life inequality
Money, has given, all life desperation
Money, has given, all life manipulation
Time’s up,
Inequality,
Violence,
Hate,
Discrimination,
Prejudice.
Time’s up,
Inequality,
Harassment,
Bullying.
Time’s up,
Take a stand.
Time’s up,
We’ll rise up,
To meet these inequalities.
Time’s up,
Rise up,
Make your voice be heard.
All life, should not be desperate
All life, should not be manipulated
All life, should not be brainwashed
If you want, all life, to have quality
If you want, all life, to have peace
If you want, all life, to have equality
Then all life, has to, get rid of MONEY
For peace, war can not be the answer;
For war is much more deadly than cancer:-
With divine wisdom and guidance from above,
Let us strive to be instruments of peace and love:-
Let us strive to perpetuate worldly equanimity,
Rather than supporting debilitating worldly inequality
Society is not only ignorant. It is generally cowardly. Society and it's foolish cronies generally preach justice, freedom, and equality and yet too often practice injustice, promote slavery, and stubbornly too often insist on inequality.Welcome to hell, but I would prefer heaven, thank you.
Thinking amicably is an ability that a man thinks to help others
time passes away peacefully of all as a man thinks of his affairs wihout bother.
All are equal that all has to think and unfriendliness seldom thought
and we live together with all man and inequality, injustice and inhumanity always fought.
An
elemental
sense of freedom
may appear
as the belief
in inequality
seems to erode~~
250
years of
democratic struggle
with many glimpses
of deep seated equality~
a weighty story
perhaps not blemished
with chapters of
chaotic angry and
soiling corruptions~~
I should never have loved in inequality.
I should never have allowed
my heart to take the bait
of loving someone as beautiful as you.
But damn it, love is blind!
I suppose it’s by design
for, had I to do it all over again
I must admit
I would love you
all over again
knowing…
that you can’t be loved.
Women are mother's
The bearers of life
Without women
Men do not exist
They are not equal
They are bye far and a way superior
Any form of inequality
Is perpetrated through insecurity
Bye sad emasculated individuals
Who are of little consequence
If they fail to honor
The fact they are born
To a women mother
Atop a bed of plastic
In a house made of bone
I am helpless to feel Rome’s revival
Men become sheep and wolves
Crusaders line up for war
Careless toward their fellow heretic
Houses burn
Stone pillars rise from foundations
All as the sands of time bury the path forward
Yet even as they do, water still runs in the bath house
Death equal in its inequality
Life gasping for life
individuality stands timid in corners sparse
And being never begins
That end unseen
That step never falls
That air never tasted
Forever unexpelled
Asleep for the wake
Depression unimpressed
Convicted to life
Out of death
borne to nothing
The long way out
Along the only path
I do not believe in the God who created inequality
I do not accept him who do not listen to the people who are in pain.
I don't know anyone who can't be seen
He who only wants service and does not give anything in return is nothing but a beggar.
But the one who has given a mind and a tongue to think these things
I am indebted to him each and every moment.
Boredom
is an overtone of
the quotidian..the everyday
the mundane..as is said
"same old same old.."
seemingly there is belief
of an inequality
showing up on occasion
and labeled as exciting or
not so exciting..
yet..
the root of our boredom
as with our fears and angst
is the concealed culprit:
an unquestioned belief
in a life lived in separation...