Racism,2011 Poem by Eric Cockrell

Racism,2011

Rating: 4.5


racism is the rich man's lash
on the poor man's back!

yea, it's hard down in the projects.
it's hard down on factory row too.
and it's hard out in them
fruit and vegetable picking fields!

it's hard in the unemployment line!
cant nobody pay the rent...

and the rich man keeps laughing,
selling us out for profit,
selling our souls and our dreams!

IT HAS TO STOP!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 12 November 2016

Congratulations for having this selected as member poem of the day!

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Terence George Craddock 21 September 2011

The fastest way to stop the rich man is to put a poor man or woman in as President or Prime Minister of your country. As this is impossible in many countries, elect a person born poor who remembers what it is to suffer, struggle and be poor. A person in touch with reality with an ounce of genuine compassion. Not a perfect solution but a good start. Elect more poor, honest sincere people into local body and national office. The present Prime Minister of New Zealand, John Key, was poor as a child. His father George Key was 'an English immigrant and a veteran of the Spanish Civil War and World War II.' He died of a heart attack in 1967 when John was about six years old. John's mother was an Austrian-Jewish immigrant. Yes I know some of you hate immigrants, blaming them for stealing your jobs, with no compassion for their former suffering, but it was your rich corporate executives who gave your jobs to factories in other countries for more profit. Don't blame the immigrants, who have the courage to struggle for a better life. John and his two sisters were raised in a state house in Christchurch. (This is what Americans call welfare.) Educate your poor, let them work, develop their abilities, help build you a better country, a better nation built on the back of HONEST hard work. Key's wife, Bronagh (née Dougan) Key, is the daughter of Northern Irish emigrants of mixed religious descent. The point I am making, embrace differences, empower real people who reflect who you are, or believe in you to office. None are perfect, all make mistakes, but real people, are more likely to support your claim to equal rights. Racism, bigotry, ignorance, is a tool of an establishment that will not give you equality, therefore empower yourselves with knowledge, take your God given right to equality and human rights. To stress a point, John Key 'is agnostic when it comes to belief in God.' 'He has stated that he does not believe in life after death, and that he sees religion as 'doing the right thing'. I in contrast believe in God, rather rare in the West these days. 'During the Egyptian Revolution of 2011, Key was a proponent of Hosni Mubarak's government'. I was a dedicated protester against it, with over 58 poems on the topic. we can agree to differ, work with those with their heart in the right place. We can be patient and educate them, the right choices are not always obvious. We must correct mistakes. We must try to work toward achieving a better world. Will you serve others or self?

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Siddartha Montik 12 November 2016

It is Racism of and Rich and Poor! Thank you for sharing Thoughts!

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 November 2016

In the projects. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kevin Patrick 12 November 2016

Racism is the division of a brother for something less then his humanity. A good write Mr cockrell, and a poem we need to read now more then ever.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 November 2016

the rich man keeps laughing selling the souls n dreams of the poor. A cruel reality versified. Heartiest Congrats on member poem of the Day.

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Clarence Prince 12 November 2016

Indeed, It has to stop! And the sooner is the better!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 12 November 2016

fruit and vegetable picking fields! Congrats for being chosen for the day.......

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