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animal, death, horror, prejudice, racism, spoken word, violence,
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?
Patricia L Graham
abuse, community, death, discrimination, murder, political, social,
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
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 – 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.
political, racism, slavery,
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
birth, body, death, identity, memory, racism,
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
Syed Imon Rizvi
death, dedication, devotion, discrimination, emotions, eulogy, freedom, grief, race, racism,
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 www.amazon.com
abuse, corruption, death, race, racism, tree, youth,
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.
courage, hero, racism,
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
death, love, morning, poetry, race, racism,
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.
allegory, analogy, betrayal, black african american, death, murder, racism,
he cried liberty:
give me that or give me death---
he died in the streets
africa, death, racism, violence, war,
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
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
allegory, analogy, black african american, discrimination, eulogy, imagery, racism,
Shades of a Colored Man
The signs use to read:
“For whites only”—
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.
allusion, bereavement, conflict, deep, irony, racism, writing,
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
Zahab menorah Etopobong
africa, death, discrimination, race, racism,
I saw millions of roses
As I passed by the countryside
All dead and laid before my eyes
Side by side.
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
america, bereavement, black african american, child, discrimination, grief, racism,
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.
africa, bereavement, courage, environment, power, racism,
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
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
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
africa, black african american, conflict, grief, racism,
The whiteman doesn’t understand
He doesn’t understand
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
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
fire, racism, sin,
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
And getting low on health
Everyone died no doubt
Not the cold within
But the cold without
Fools you now have sinned
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
celebration, community, funeral, humor, power, racism, usa,
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
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
(but I have too much to declare)
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.
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.
8th grade, america, black african american, extended metaphor, grief, horror, racism,
Death torturing knee…
Law and order prevailing;
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!