Zahid
Who is gonna listen my cries,
My raised hands to sky, a yell for my son,
Even my home fused with dust,
Horrific sounds that echo in my ears,
Remind me the oppressive beasts in uniform,
My flowers of garden consume smoke,
Rose has turned it's colour to black,
Even the rain failed to wash ,
Patriotic blood of Zahid and saif,
Since my infancy I walked for funerals,
Only to achieve freedom for my generation,,
With deep inner voice
Inshaallah
©faizvani
#oppression
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thehealer10 15w
Disheartened Day 39
Our love for architecture is frightening,
We call it Art;
I can not help but wonder, if those who died building these Master pieces, felt the same.
©thehealer10 -
Shaheed Burhan koka
Not all angels reside in heaven
Some walk the battlefield -
jarriabidi 16w
Wish and Receive
Express a wish, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Safety for my father, the Master of the Youths of Paradise,"
No, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Shelter, in which our veils are not excise,"
No, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Comfort for Ali, whose cradle we've enjoyed only in a trice,"
No, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Water, brought by my uncle, maybe even a grain of rice,"
No, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Freedom from shackles, to not be threatened to be sold for a price,"
No, O Sakina, a wish that you can receive,
"Anything, I wish for anything anything anything nice!"
Then a burial, O Sakina, but imprisoned is the best that you can wish to receive.
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Oppression
The oppressor and oppressed alike are robbed of their humanity. Oppression is the result of succumbing to hatred. When someone faces extreme hatred, he/she is likely to develop oppression.
-Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela -
poetic_parade 22w
This poem does not apply to everyone
Trust me, there is no exaggeration
Be glad to be part of the exceptions who do not have to go through this
I hope that everyone in this country becomes a part of the exceptions
I am extremely sorry if it hurts somebody's feelings for It wasn't meant
Thanks for stopping by
#women #india #torture #indianwomen #patriarchy #herworth #educategirls #educatewomen #eveteasing #groping #rape # rapeculture #toxicmasculinity
#oppressionIs it the Same India?
Patriarchy is not her cup of tea
She doesn't understand the the pride of toxic masculinity
bring her the logics behind the rules of the beloved society
explain her why there is this level of hypocrisy
She's not allowed enter a temple while she's menstruating
let me tell you this blood is purer than the one from the violent bleeding
they'll say she's unpristine
for they don't the pain she bears since she were a teen
there are people who'll grope and eve tease random girls but will make their sisters feel secure
and how can she forget that random uncle on the street
who never hesitates to call her a piece of meat
if she births a 'ghar ka chirag'
she's the best wife one could've asked
but let her birth a daughter
then they will find all ways to have her slaughtered
She sometimes forget the fact that this is the same country which had swayamwar in its culture
and today let her rejected a guy and she'll be ready to see him being a vulture
this is the same country which worships goddess Saraswati as the God of knowledge wisdom and learning
then why do we have so many uneducated girls yearning ;
Yearning to learn
and to be sent to school and be someone ;
someone other than 'his' daughter and 'his' wife
tell me why is she supposed to live like this all her life?
get married, birth her son and that's all for a woman to achieve
why does a woman should feel complete only when she conceives?
if she wants to have a career before she starts a family
she'll just be proved wrong and will be said this is not what she has to be
this time she has had enough
she want answers..why is that so tough?
©poetic_parade -
harshalohanii 22w
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uzlifatzahoor 28w
@adi_rizzz
@rabiah_mukhtar @mrpsycho @sahiba___ @sahnah
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#mirakee
#writersnetwork
#pod
#kashmirbleedsagain
#oppression
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If I knew her what could I say?
that there's something
beautiful about skinned knees
and the fault lines in her eyes
and the way she scrubs
her blood from the floor
and the fact that
I can't stay quiet anymore
Blood boiled in every vain,
Like a flicker in every flame.
Every night she lie awake,
Wondering how much she can take.
If only someone would have listened
To the screams and to the pleads.
As she screamed
with the sweaty hand over her mouth
She thought that this was it,
She was going to die.
The pain was something
She'd never felt before,
it wasn't a cut nor a scrape.
This pain would
never go away or heal
If the voices of the voiceless
remain unattended to,
In our tomorrow,
will there be a dream to run to?
They cry in silence
as their dreams are being tattered.
Finger prints stain
From touches and pain
And afterwards embarrassment and shame
She didn't even know his name
Water and soap won't hide
The horror and betrayal inside
They showered her with leers
Eyes dancing all over her body,
Snickering as she walked by,
She felt naked to their gaze.
©Uzlifat_.
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uzlifatzahoor 29w
@adi_rizzz
@rabiah_mukhtar @mrpsycho @sahiba___ @sahnah
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#writersnetwork
#pod
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#kashmirbleeds
#death
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I Still believe that I could breathe
in free air of heavens.
Still believed that
My fortunes would take turn
and I would be free
However far away you elope
into the valleys
of forgetfulness
of your victim's frail memory
Or blissful graveyards
where screaming guilts
or throbbing
Memory is an autumn
of massacres and resilience
a winter of torture, rape, disappearances and resilience
Memory is the unsettling dust
of our beings
Memory is opposite of time
When I looked up
Sky became paper
I began writing images
With my eyes
I wait and witness
with other mothers, wives,
fathers, children their stories
fied to them like explosives
tied to a suicide-bomber
embracing photographs
of their 'disappeared beloved
as they last existed uncontested.
Every night death thaws
in your embrace
homes burn in our dreams
hope screams,
desires become memories
The world has forgotten
how to mourn
Isn't it time to remember
the act of mourning
Let the roads carry us barefoot
till reason loses
its last battle with madness
till Empire crumbles
©Uzlifat_.
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henrycollen 31w
WORLD PEACE
Humanity cries for peace,
Attainable with greater show of character and compassion.
Humanity cries for justice,
For untold vast suffering, prejudice and oppression.
Which are the status quo.
Humanity's tears couldn't be more apt in this cry for peace.
There is a hierarchy in this cruelty, and it goes all the way to the top guns, those in power, state government, world government.
As humans, one of our greatest strengths is our ability to adapt, but we refuse to adapt to inhumanity, prejudice and oppression on all levels.
We fight for a cause, willing to die for this cause,
Two of arguably the greatest human strengths come into play; mind and perseverance.
We go to great lengths to achieve success,
This particular success we will and must persist for.
World peace is not a lost cause, a herculean task if you may, but never a lost cause.
And as long as humans never go extinct, we will remain fighting for this holy grail.
This starts with YOU and I, nevertheless. -
bilkeeswrites_ 32w
The world we live in...
#Abuse #Rape #Racism #oppression #injustice #pain #sadness #heartbreakWe live in a world
Where humans are less human.
Women defiled in places of sanctuary,
Abused in their homes and judged by society.
We live in a world where people are murdered in broad daylight,
Their only crime; being black.
A world where innocent souls are put behind bars while monsters roam the streets with heads held high.
A world where injustice prevails and the truth is concealed...
©bilkisu_chinade -
covert_4r_u 32w
The story of kashmiri and Palestinian mothers #oppression #wailingmothers #kashmiri # Palestine #writersnetwork
Wavelengths of oppression descended from felon Coagulated in the hearts of lugubrious mothers...
©covert_4r_u -
alxita 32w
-- Leverage --
Classes starting, the teacher's doing nothing
Lessons plummeting to where the trash bin's hiding
To where we'll fall at, a pitfall for our idiocy
Undisciplined and unknowledgeable of literacy
Teacher, no lessons mean valuable time's wasted
Meaning no knowledge to gain from money spent
If you're not teaching, we're not really learning
We're visiting a school for practically nothing
But excuse us for instigating our rotting brains
As our rights tell to mark a mistake down the lane
Excuse us for the thousands of dollars you're earning
A one-sided inequality which we're hopelessly balancing
Leveraging, dying, stupidity's gained in our bodies
Demeanor's wasting, but your side is inanely earning
Divulging is an oppressive place we're going to
Wasting our cash to feed their egos so cruel
#poetry #school #oppression #unfair #stupidity #lessons #abuse #money #teacher #justice #inequality #time #gold #classroom #melaniemartinez #life #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts
Poem no. 110
Jun. 7, 2020, 10:15 AM (GMT+8)
Note: This is, again, heavily inspired by Melanie Martinez's song called "The Principal". Just like the song, this is actually concerning to Trump's actions and lack of sympathy towards a whole country he's leading.
The teacher and the school symbolizes Trump, the least to say here.Leverage
"Divulging is an oppressive place we're going to
Wasting our cash to feed their egos so cruel"
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alxita 32w
La Poupée is French for "the doll".
-- La Poupée --
Exscinding is the exuberant enclaves of ecstasy
Exposing is the doll for renditions of synchronicity
If the audience does not approve its deemed performance
Expecting will be a waterfall of backlash in dissonance
If unwilling to let out an atmosphere for their wishes
They will suffocate, and backfire like a crisis
Imperfectly perfect, they demand for perfection
If perfectly imperfect, they execrate for imperfection
What will happen if they too, present for show-and-tell?
Will they bleed the same blood like her, shyness dwells?
What will happen if she doesn't entice their lame guts?
Will they die from their expectations on the spot?
"Je veux la liberté," her soul says in a callous way
Imprinted is the indoctrinated society of dismay
If darkness chokes them, they weep for the help signal
If she chokes though, will she just be so typical?
#poetry #doll #showandtell #liberty #freedom #oppression #society #life #system #darkness #controlled #stage #drama #mirakee #alxita_june_twenty #ceesreposts
Poem no. 108
Jun. 5, 2020, 10:31 AM (GMT+8)
Notes:
1. This poem is partly inspired by Melanie Martinez's song "Show and Tell".
2. "Je veux la liberté" roughly translates to "I want liberty".La Poupée
"Imperfectly perfect, they demand for perfection
If perfectly imperfect, they execrate for imperfection"
©___alxita -
We march
"Why?"
Three words: "I can't breathe"
The "crooks" on Fox News or in the White House tried to silence us but we will NOT stop until our voices are heard our system is fixed
We need justice
Not just for George Floyd but for everyone that the system has turned against.
©mimi2235 -
fatimaarshad 33w
#Blacklivesmatter
#mirakee
#oppression
#opressed
It's high time we start listening after watching rather than ignoring and playing deaf and dumb and stop being the oppressors supporter by not doing a thing.Black lives matter.
Opression of our kind by our kind. -
covert_4r_u 33w
In kashmir they call battalions for trapping a single brother or philosopher or scholars or the matyers. Are thy expected us weak ones...
Yes , we may be weak physically but we are more powerful spiritually beyond their thinking....
They can cut us externally but they can't touch us spiritually....
#kashmiri #wailingmothers #bloodshed#oppression #injustice..☝
If they make us feel like we are weak , why they assault in battalions against one beloved....
©covert_4r_u