Uncivilised Poems - Poems about Uncivilised

... As Time Traveller through ages getting scope to watch and assess Civilisation on progress struggling in different stages. World full of of lies and malice ......

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...Importance of the Alternative Perspective Contortions of my sentient being Distortions of my inclinations to dream Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means Abortions of opinion as t......

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...Call me an amateur, I don't care. Believe am not exposed enough, Thank you. I can't just stand the chance of getting manoeuvered by a man or lady am not sure we will last till sunset. Call me a ......

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...Shipped across borders, They found a home within its walls, Hoodwinked, They let go of their treasures, In exchange for something unmatched in value, They call them uncivilised carvings, B......

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...once upon a time there was a handsome dude made water into wine and then walked upon it a sorcerer diviner hero and likeable companion washed sore feet and sins in anterograde fashion but......

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...Technology save us Technology take us back To the uncivilised black world Where we shone so dark bright In our melanins delight With none labeling us savage. Technology save us Technology t......

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...The watchers eyes focus within silence bombarded by messages of pure malice many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls Those wh......

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...(should Brexit be cancelled) (this is the reality, part 2 of 2) They believe we will be quiet overlooking injustice, but hate lit fire will spread in riot, for this they have pushed us. ......

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...It is a sickening time for most of us... When the internet exposes the worst in us.. Without a doubt many of us recoil in horror... When a video clip shows us images of mass murder... When th......

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...she claims to have sired me but for me I never desired she found me native yet still creative she called me black as my land but still held my hand her ways were white I wondered if she had th......

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