Racism is around me everywhere
Of human ignorance I am almost in despair For racism is around me everywhere But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. Some people carry their honour in a flag, and of their Nationality they brag. They feel superior and they differentiate, and against those who are different they discriminate. So many people still judged by there race, For such there never ought to be a place ' A fair go' those untruthful words I do recall, There is no such thing as a 'fair go for all'. Though we live in a so called democracy Of racism we never will be free. They judge you by where you come from and, The color of your skin. For many equality and respect seems impossible to win. It's been awhile since the days of Martin Luther King Jr. His name to it has a familiar ring. If against Racism he dd not choose to strive Today the great man he would be alive. So many holding the reins of power not spirtually aware, and Racism is around me everywhere. And racism only leads to division and war, Just goes to show how ignorant some are. This poem is showing the meaning of war and racism, how racism leads to war. |
Racism and discrimination
By Silvia Chidi He walks the path of sorrow Inside he fights thoughts of horror For some will there be a tomorrow He wishes for another life to borrow Racism and discrimination With ruthless tactics of elimination It still goes on, it still goes on Some think it is fun, some think there is none He is on the verge of breaking down Wishing his skin was white and not brown The same color as most wedding gowns The threesomes have insulted him like a clown Damaged his reputation, taken away his crown Ordinary people in a past circle as close friends Are gradually bringing his career to an end Each action he takes he is called upon to defend In front of him and the public they all pretend After the damage is done, they try to make amends Racism and discrimination With ruthless tactics of elimination It still goes on, it still goes on Some think it is fun, some think there is none Yes! He walks the path of sorrow Inside he fights thoughts of horror His heart and soul was once whole But they have cut open a huge wide hole This poem is showing how this black man wishes he could be white because of all the discrimination he has to face. |
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
by: Maya Angelou The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom This poem is talking about racism for a black woman and it's also dealing with segregation in America. The poetic device I think she used in this poem was imagery. |
Evolution
by: Sherman Alexie Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation right across the border from the liquor store and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week and the Indians come running in with jewelry television sets, a VCR, a full-lenght beaded buckskin outfit it took Inez Muse 12 years to finish. Buffalo Bill takes everything the Indians have to offer, keeps it all catalogues and filed in a storage room. The Indians pawn their hands, saving the thumbs for last, they pawn their skeletons, falling endlessly from the skin and when the last Indian has pawned everything but his heart, Buffalo Bill takes that for twenty bucks closes up the pawn shop, paints a new sign over the old calls his venture THE MUSEUM OF NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURES charges the Indians five bucks a head to enter. This poem is showing how native americans were treated and hwo they were exploited. |