Colonialism Poems - Poems about Colonialism

Greenland will be our posh winterland plaza Blueprints unfold for a Riviera Gaza Just hot air baloneyism Or old-fashioned colonialism? Panamanians shout leave! Viva la Raza!...

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We have had nightmarish experiences, Of fighting two worst world wars already. Both wars involved military alliances Between different groups of countries. The first one was fought against colonialism; The second was due to ideological differences. Though, the methods of warfare were different, In these wars, millions of people lost their lives. Yet, we haven’t learnt any lessons from them. A critical...

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Maybe It’s best Or maybe it’s better to believe God wishes To spread His spirit Like dandelion seed to wind Where it lands It should stay Resist the story of Ham Embrace Eve Mission not In masts of ships or cannons shots Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets Or in a noose of love Allow The flower To settle with its own face To root and sow in a...

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Individual monotheistic health hungers for and, in regenerating return, gratefully feeds polytheistic polycultural polypathic polyphonic polyvagal neuro-social wealth....

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To all the freedom fighters who fought, We say thank you for bringing us into light, Today we honour you for being independent, Freedom is the greatest accomplishment, You made us live in a peaceful environment. We remember you as we bask in the sun, For you fought with an arrow and not a gun, Working hard until the whites were overrun, Spending...

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Blessed beyond boundaries and bounties, African child grew on sapphire and emerald, The spark of Gold riddled our sights under the smiling sun And pure fountain rolled with aquatic children beneath green grasses. Big fleet branched and called for surrender , Gun powder scattered our peace asunder, They told you about us, You believed and you were deceived. I...

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The last poem I submitted here, perhaps in February 2021, can be misunderstood by careless readers. I may be wrong in wanting to sometimes offer pithy poems. If readers are not familiar with the darker races of the global village, and how they achieved independence from European and US colonial rule, they miss the many...

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we are puppets and we are paintings of puppets past historic yet breathing living but not alive we are dancing upon your no mans land and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed upon the same no mans land history is a wind up doll history repeats itself like the hiss of a broken music box the...

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Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night, They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures, Cloaked in prim pretense, Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence. Expectation darkened into anxiety, A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts, Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression, Leaving us drowned...

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We should have let them stay, Since they brought Christianity, formal education and civilization. We should have let them stay, Even though they made away with African valuables such as gold, ivory, rubber, palm oil, wood, cotton, artifacts, etc. We should have let them stay, Even though the reason for their mission was for slave trade and cheap labour. We should...

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Strange dreams last night include gathering enthusiastic consumers to shepherd and possibly own cheaply decaying properties, ghettoes of hopelessness, ungodliness. And, later, an all male bacchanal of real estate agents, toned agencies for commercial acquisition, surrounded by witnessing properties of no sensory interest to any realtime guy, straight or gay or in-between. Gathered to teach their purchasers' desire and demise while getting naked in a boorishly unsexy way, while dispassionately watching in time's eternal...

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Six decades after the slavers were gone Came along the dragon With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop And heat for a sweatshop Politicians shake hands with eyes closed, as few hands get oiled So they build the castles, as the majority poor toil Nothing to show in the 21st century A homeland is no longer a sanctuary There is...

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These are post-revolutionary gay '20s, without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies, replaced with ListenHard to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair. Margaret Meade encourages invites urges small winds assembled in privatized circles, yet still dreaming of love's great evolving liberty, winning healthy democracy to win wealthy economies to win resilient ecology to win resonant polypathic theology, To remember small compassioned groups are the only Holy Winds to ever have started cultural revolutions more matriarchal, less patriarchal, more...

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So what sane parent would intentionally lead their family into internal or external war, right? Well, apparently former political and religious extremists, neonazis, Islamic fundamentalists, Christian fundamentalists... Oh, wait, I'm not sure their Republican White Nationalist AntiDemocratic First Amendment, kleptocratic and oligarchical Second Amendment LeftBrain rabidly ballistic dominant Anti-natural/spiritual nondualistic health intentions are yet media-conscious enough, yet, still, these fake-Christians among us are visible as far too comfortable with Mammon's military-industrial ballistic...

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It started on D - flat, succulent & succinct soft & rhythmic loaning hearts pats. the wail of the piano caressing the voices' glissando riffs tampered with the tune, notes trailing tracks of crest, demisemiquaver pruned by the demigod crochet: parts of belts accompanying baritone, baroque & tormenting bass nursing decrescendo, an atlas And then clef, embellishing the melody, encore spill the best,...

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