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Poem Details | by Michael Vacek |
Categories: animal, death, horror, prejudice, racism, spoken word, violence,

Why Do We Keep Killing Each Other

I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.

Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob, ears flail,
Squirrel climbs near, my position askew.

Chattering loudly, bushy tail thrashing,
Alerting of danger for all to hear. 
Blue jay flies in and joins with jeers lashing,
Deer, with a flick of the flag, disappear.

Why can't humans communicate so well,
Spanning differences, on earth where we dwell?


Poem Details | by Patricia L Graham |
Categories: abuse, community, death, discrimination, murder, political, social,

Outlaw Racism

Racism kills
Outlaw racism
Racism deprives
Outlaw racism
Racism deceives
Outlaw racism
Racism steals
Outlaw racism
Racism manipulates
Outlaw racism
Racism distorts
Outlaw racism

Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
Outlaw racism

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: political, racism, slavery,

Death of a Legend

You’ve heard of eeny meanie
How he died a fitting death
He had more fame, it seems to me
Than Shakespeare or Macbeth

Held accountable he was
After capture and a bounty
For the sins Stephen Duncan
Boss of Issaquena County

Too bad for mister miney mo
He’ll have to pay the price
Out to the Mississippi Bridge
We’d love to hang him twice

Held to dangle by the toe
So that everyone would know
Said the slaven to the hangman
If he hollers let him go
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Poem Details | by Manar Ammar |
Categories: birth, body, death, identity, memory, racism,

skin is mortal

If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
I can breath. 
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply 
Fill my atom with Suns

A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot 
Warming the center of the world 

close the book
let dust manifest 
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life 

The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state 
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify 

When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples 
Death have no skin 
Skin is mortal

Poem Details | by Syed Imon Rizvi |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, discrimination, emotions, eulogy, freedom, grief, race, racism,

Martin Luther King Junior

Martin Luther King, Jr.

When innocent dies,
Whole universe cries,
Even of dear earth,
We can hear, outcries,
But selfish human being,
Never even sighs.

All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at

Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: abuse, corruption, death, race, racism, tree, youth,

Once A Poplar

Passive and watching, 
caught up in the crowd,
with chanting and torches,
all screaming so loud.

The wailing of women,
a pouting young child,
a rope o’er my shoulder,
eyes murderous and wild.

Hooded the ghouls,
in pristine white cloth.
Battered the young man,
in bloody red froth.

All this commotion
is horror and fright
The rope on my shoulder...
they’re drawing it tight.

Gasping and choking
and kicking of feet,
hollers and cheering,
the act is complete.

Oh, how did this happen?
It wasn’t to be.
I once was a poplar;
now the lynching tree.


Poem Details | by rahul gade |
Categories: courage, hero, racism,

Death of a Scholar- Rohith Vemula

At age of 26, Rohith Vemula
Died, cold murdered, homicide
Left his legacy of fight
Against atrocious tide
Of mislaid humanity

Death too wonders,
What killed him tender?
Injustice if condemned,
I too would have delayed
Avoided brazen condolences

Perpetrators of this heinous act
Unfazed by a scholars death
Like Vultures on corpse
Alas! they don’t realize
His thoughts will survive eternity

Transcending all forms of inequality
 In the sea of inhumanity
Guiding light for many
"Rohith" a new star is born, for world to see 
And salute its immortality


Poem Details | by Brad Nicolas |
Categories: death, love, morning, poetry, race, racism,

Blood On The Leaves

Blood on the Leaves

It makes me sad
To think, then mad
To be associated with them,
only by color.
You play us like they judged that man.
The blood on the leaves;
Warm and full of life.
Don’t put that on me, Ricky Bobby.

We lost someone today.
Sad is all this is,
Pushing us 100 years in the past.
I can’t imagine that town’s shame.

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, betrayal, black african american, death, murder, racism,

haiku 17

he cried liberty:
give me that or give me death---
he died in the streets

Poem Details | by Rodgers Roger |
Categories: africa, death, racism, violence, war,

Samba Samba

The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy 
The gun we still carry

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, black african american, discrimination, eulogy, imagery, racism,

Shades of a Colored Man

Shades of a Colored Man

The signs use to read:
“For whites only”—
“Colored fountain”—water
clear as day.
If you’re brown
you may stick around;
but blacks must get back.

Today is equal opportunity employment
but your equity has been revoked;
job’s been passed on to another colored yoke.
Beside, you’re over qualified;
the shade of skin is not why you’re denied.

Then in the heat of day, you screamed and cried:
“Give me liberty or give me death!”
Your demand they granted immediately:
Today we dig your grave.

Poem Details | by Joseph gaydon |
Categories: allusion, bereavement, conflict, deep, irony, racism, writing,

short sweet to the point

people put on masks to hide the face of reality but it does not hide the actuality of the soul when rattled i do not flee i battle on to the end in anger a beating of the body is better than beating to a image of the men we were raised to be

Poem Details | by Zahab menorah Etopobong |
Categories: africa, death, discrimination, race, racism,

South Africa 1985

I saw millions of roses
As I passed by the countryside	
All dead and laid before my eyes
Side by side.

Poem Details | by Jessica Wong |
Categories: confusion, death, life, people, sad, urban,


Daily a victim of racism dies
While our government accuses them wrongly with lies
The air is punctuated by their screams and their cries
In response to their pleas we choose not to reply
They beg us for mercy, they beg us to try
But we simply say you're just another guy
They take it with courage but tears wet their eyes
For the world sits in silence and cares not for their lives

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: america, bereavement, black african american, child, discrimination, grief, racism,

For Another Budding Child Flower

     For Another Budding Child Flower

Alone in the dark uterus of my bedroom
here I lie curled up in the thoughts 
and emotions of  the day.

Another budding flower
was plucked from the garden street
leaving its red sap as a jaded memento 
to stained innocence and hoodwinked justice.

Another aborted life spiraled away
as echoes of fading out cries floated
wearily on the reefs of passing time
covering awareness of another heinous crime
whose guilt will soon vanish from human notice.

Now with my cervical poised head on tear soaked pillow
I pray God that another flower be not plucked away tomorrow.

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: africa, bereavement, courage, environment, power, racism,


my worth 
am a human being
yes am a human being 

i have a soul 
i have a heart 
i have a vain 
i have a red blood 
i breath the air 
i feel 

am a human being 
yes am a human being 
i love, i hate 
i struggle, i live 
i see, i think 
i fear, am brave 
am humble, am  pround 

am a human being 
yes am a human being 

am privileged to be human 
for if i worth nothing to humanity 
from the eyes of men 
at worst nature is 
my worth


Poem Details | by Christopher Goss |
Categories: america, death, metaphor, racism, society,


America rots in the corpse Of a swine Wipe away the blood You filthy liar The world cries out Only a gunshot Just a single gunshot

Poem Details | by Kaia McDaniel |
Categories: africa, black african american, conflict, grief, racism,

Understand: from the viewpoint of an African American man in the 1920's

The whiteman doesn’t understand He doesn’t understand the turmoil the heartbreak the pain He does what he wants with no care for the black man he calls slave He needs to learn to understand to understand the turmoil the heartbreak the pain We can flee from the clutches of the white man we call master but we can never flee from the everlasting pain of the names he calls us the heartbreak he causes us and the lifetime he stole He simply doesn’t understand

Poem Details | by Tiffany Pham |
Categories: fire, racism, sin,

A Cold Death

They all hold a stick
With a fire in the middle
The ice is still slick
The fire is going down a little

One wanted to put down the stick
But didn't want to
Because these people's darkness is making him sick
He's starting to get the flu

One rich loner
Remembering his wealth
Now moaning
And getting low on health

Everyone died no doubt
Not the cold within
But the cold without
Fools you now have sinned

Poem Details | by Christopher Goss |
Categories: conflict, death, political, racism,


Blood dripped from my mouth
And pain caused my toes to tingle
And tears streamed from my eyes
But I'm not going to submit

A casket was made the day I was born
Beneath a ruby sun
Perhaps I should have buried my ambition
But I wanted to dream

The price of getting to the golden gates
Was only my eternal soul
Only to see the door shut in my face
As I struggled to survive

Beneath my beaten and battered face
Is a bewildered child
Wondering why I have been forsaken
And why my countrymen have abandoned me 

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: celebration, community, funeral, humor, power, racism, usa,

AntiClimate Cabinetry

Community organizers
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
all agree
we tend to end up
back to where historically empowered nutritional voices 

Look at all these old white men
in their predominantly red meat patriarchal ties.

Is this a cabinet
made of polyculturing organic containers
for regenerate multicultural growth?

Or a funeral
for the not too soon departing 
all WhiteHouse?

(but I have too much to declare)

Poem Details | by Mia Moore |
Categories: death, love, racism, religion, symbolism,


The body and the blood
are of those who inched on their bellies
underneath barbed wire
and never lived to be born again.

Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers.
Who mourns at their whitewashed bones?
Bleached by the desert Son,
Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy Ghosts.

In the silence, my thighs part like the Red Sea
my borders unguarded,
she drinks me
like wine at the last supper.

Poem Details | by Tsuki Tatsumaki |
Categories: angst, black african american, depression, history, life, people, sad, sympathy


Tears trickle down her face,
Her eyes gently close.
For a second she forgets her race,
for a second, her woes.

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: 8th grade, america, black african american, extended metaphor, grief, horror, racism,


Death torturing knee…
Law and order prevailing;
Oppression speaking…

One knee on my neck,
The other kicking my butt;
How long will this last?

We both have our knees…
You bend yours praising Satan;
Mine bend to praise God…

I bend on one knee,
But I stand on hope and faith;
Divine wisdom guides

Your knees confuse me;
Just who are you supporting?
I still cannot breathe…

You kneel to praise death;
I kneel to resurrection:
My spirit rising…

You may knee me once;
Better watch out the next time:
I’ve chosen to live!