Racism Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Racism Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Racism. These are the best examples of Sonnet Racism poems written by international poets.
As I sit here in my home and watch my children grow
I worry for the future and wonder what will come
I take the time to educate and teach my child to know
Of the differences within this world and what person they'll become
We talk about the things in life that they will come to find
That unfortunately their world is full of injustice and poverty
I teach them about empathy and how to become kind
And encourage them to think about the world they want to see
They'll witness racism on the streets and won't just walk on by
They'll feel the indignation and anger of being ridiculed
For their sex or gender type but they'll hold their heads up high
They'll stand for justice and equality and they'll not be fooled
If they want peaceful lives and the world to keep on turning
At every opportunity they need to embrace and give love
They need to build their knowledge and always keep on learning
But also to promote this peace and give hatred the shove
Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn cool
Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts
broken branches, the scattering of leaves
shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts
low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze
Weather becomes our preoccupation
ends talk of rioters, waiting for cells
and pauses all of our speculation
on flip-phone Fuhrers, in fancy hotels
Storm Lilian found, it's way down our street
the Autumn statement, arrived at our feet.
Her fair-skinned form is more than I deserve;
because her skin is light, and mine is dark,
like Tristan and Yseult's love which King Mark
forbade, we're banned from passion's sweet preserve.
Though bred as opposites opposed, we serve
our needs: and through her milk and my coarse bark,
like Heloise and Abelard, a spark
burns (though Fulbert and Church show their reserve)!
Alas! Were I as fair, as white, as bright,
as her: were darkened complexion, and chin,
not so eclipsed by night when near her light!
Though mores, like the world, moved by lies' spin,
discourage us, the coveted birthright
to merge won't be denied by tribal men.
The color of love will prevail: we, white,
black, yellow, red, shall pacify the clash
between good folks and ignorant, white trash,
haters who oppress others without right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with light (like a delivering flash!)
swiftly tearing down hate with a loud crash,
silencing bigotry's bark, and racism's slight.
For none can dismantle the message of
bold, fearless Youth who challenge the old view,
and share a new worldview proclaiming love,
justice, and equal rights we never knew.
Our tribes can live in peace and rise above
as one, working together as one hue.
Someone recently said there was more discrimination
against blacks than Jews, travellers (gypsies) or the Irish;
for which an apology has been offered for all those lies,
an inacurate description for whom the beloved country cries.
The poor Jews who were driven from golden pillar to post,
what belongs to them, you wonder, maybe the holy ghost;
we should not berate 'the chosen people' on a green hill,
because they're still here, last time Hymie sharpened pencil.
The 'gypos'settled in my car park after a second coming,
from the south of France and God knows where in India;
I told my son - you don't want to spend the rest of your life
in a caravan do you? Cheaper but gradients may be steeper.
What have the poor Irish done - that's the problem - nothing,
no government - there must be better news that Mick could sing.
T’was “a day that will live in infamy”
January sixth twenty twenty-one
“The Other America” waved its flag
Her darker brothers witness the privilege
On a daily basis throughout their lives
When they see Black skin, they see chattel
People around the world witnessed the day
See Two Americas show their dismay
Privilege unleashed his punch against privilege
Does America specialize in hate?
He ripped off the sheets exposing the weight
Can’t put that genie back in the bottle
He hides well inside White plight whining crime
You really think there’d be no consequence?
Haughty Nation
“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less
fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic
nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost
contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.
The wind blows softly over the lonely,
The suffering think of themselves only.
A world of chaos, racism, and turmoil,
Utmost egomanias spoil our toil.
An old man groans, no decent place to live,
Are there relatives? No comfort to give?
Blow softly oh lonely wind, they care not,
They are comfortable, and all forgot.
Somewhere a child is crying his heart out,
Can anyone guess what it's all about?
Is the child hungry, lost, or cast aside?
Much abused, ill-treated, or love denied?
There are millions of cries heard on the wind,
Alas no one bothers: is man unkind?
Fate deals forty-six chromosomal cards
at birth to players of human poker.
Sometimes she throws in a surprise joker
or stacks honors flush with her kind regards.
Her suits are four nucleotide bases,
forming pairs in a helical tableau.
Their arrangements determine which traits show.
Culture marks us as deuces or aces.
Four hundred years we played games of false rank,
where white races unfairly trump others.
Our cards can’t be changed. We can change the game.
Maybe the winner might not be the bank,
if we would play as sisters and brothers.
Dirty deals redden us with rage and shame.
A Bed of Hay
Across the fields a long time ago,
Where sparrows flew and lilies grew,
I skipped in play oblivious to hate,
And ran with the wind and sang with the beasts.
And slept on a bed of hay in America,
And dreamed of my home in Africa,
Where my heart gazed upon the children,
Who experience the breath of freedom.
Where the big cats prowl and elephants tramp,
And wildebeest herds roam the savannas.
And rivers churn with hippopotamuses,
And jungles swell with birds and gorillas.
And wonder what it would be like to be young again,
Without the child gone, free of pain.
Neighborhoods burned. Riots laid them to waste
The world is tense with racial dissension
Judgement by color leaves an acrid taste
But God offers hope through intervention
He created us with skin, dark and fair
No one has the right to question His plan
We should ask for tolerance through prayer;
and accede that we are the race of man
On God, we should rely with faith and trust
Because living in dread and constant fear
will end with more hardships and a life trussed
and shackled by things we should hold most dear
We stand on the threshold of tomorrow ~
Better without prejudice and sorrow
September 6th 2020
A Better Tomorrow
Sponsor: John Hamilton
They watch their TV's and the nightly news
acknowledging police brutality,
but do not understand because they choose
to see it only as hostility.
They view the rioters and then complain
about the violence and scenes of hate,
and never take the time to feel the pain
as honest folk of color demonstrate.
While quoting Scripture and the broken laws
and seeing only what they want to see,
without regard to prejudicial flaws,
they castigate all those who don't agree.
We need more change to end this prejudice
and advocates to bridge this wide abyss.
black is a colour - foiled features :
drooling dirge etched'n fostered fracture
gaunt gloom gnawing at lanky light
felon feast munching punctured plight
white is a colour - rare regalia :
fuming florescent feigns filters
bilateral bliss, airy abstract
luminous confetti contract
personality is a fluid
la-de-da lotion smothers clue
apt attributes - alakazam,
damp defilements dripping shudders
crisp colour is then the vessel
personality's the content!
'20:06:04:17:14
Note: of rustic racism.
The strength of [our] color will prevail: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the racist threat against existence
that oppresses by might but is not right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with flames, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's bark, and the vile bigot's bite.
It is right; and takes the appearance of
strong, marching Youth that reform the old view,
and shine a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, justice, and rightness in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our colors become one hue.
This desertscape dotted with feathers.
What need? I haven’t a need
for umbilical utensils utterly useless
on a Sanskrit road
long as the maiden’s Genghis apron
white as white gypsum in Alamogordo,
New Mexico.
Here you find blossoming curry spattered across
an ancient horizon
lulled by the dunes rattling the baritone basin,
and in America, in this most united of
Apache - Comanche - Navajo
estates, we gather nations through nuclear
hinges obtusely obliterated at White Sands National.