Religion Slavery Poems

POEM: 
Bragging about their golden handcuffs
contemporary serfs wearing white collared buttoned shirts
modishly masquerade as caged chickens
by sticking flowery feathers up their derrieres
emasculated last man's search...

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We have been forbearing your oppression for a long time,
Your threats; placing your pistol on our foreheads for a crime;
Shoving your dagger straight toward our...

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Hatred is a sort of colonisation 
It governs the heart 
Like colonisation governs a colony
Where freedom is restricted
Love  exhausted
Hegemony impudent
And the mind becomes a...

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slaves around me, slaves everywhere,
I am myself a slave, slave to scares.
bound by chains unseen,
in prisons without walls,
enslaved by beliefs from births,
tutored to worship,
trained to...

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All has abandon you…

Destroy your Christ 
your God 
your idols 
Hypocrisy
They will all fall apart!

Your Lords and your Artificial Christ!

Lay bear it’s mechanical heart
Rebuild it...

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Leather boots 
tight black suits 
skin hot as hell 
Bone white skulls stare

At its heart
cutting sweet 
burns in between
Deep in a place 
for the pain

The...

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It is better to ask JESUS what ought I to do, say, write ... than be in the SOUP of History.

HEADLINES: 8 hours ago: UK...

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It’s a hard, hard thing to conceal
When you live in fear of ‘the real’
A terrible thing is to feel
When you’re a wheel within a wheel

I...

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HIS SHAMES
THAT HE STANDS BEFORE
THESE MEN
WHO REPRESENT CAESAR
THE TRAITOR, THE HEROTIC, A SATAN
WHO SPEAK OF HIMSELF AS THE SON
OF GOD.
THAN CAESAR DENIES SUCH, THAT HE...

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such plunder and tyrannic tutelage--a fraud, a fellowship's plague


08.17.18

Proverbs 22:7

The rich rule over the poor, and the borrower is slave to the lender....

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searching for scraps of hope with upside down sight
truth pleasures the highest bidder
silent wolf, turn on that red light

they came for them and no one...

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How long will this suffrage last?
Painting the dark picture of a darkened past.
My people are supposed to be blessed,
But we are cursed in this foreign...

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Your Strawman walks a hidden, ghostly path.
He isn’t real to the touch or human, and yet
You’ll find his likeness splashed across
The wounded nations of the...

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By Street Cries

I run for the days my ancestors where slaves beat tossed in a grave 
Four hundred years work no pay 
Death to those...

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SLAVERY
.
They said;
If I count, and I walk twenty-two steps back
I will find death somewhere in mother's eyes
They said;
When I'm twenty-seven, and I become a man
I...

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