#kkk - Hello Poetry

A man who was from South Dakota Talked of how he'd not met his new quota He's an agent from ICE And his methods aren't nice Now this agent is in Minnesota He gets mad when people fight back When their lives are under attack He says I do what I'm told By the one who loves gold I'm a new age Klansman in black

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Jan 17

Jan 17, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC

roger-turner

Ice ice baby

A man who was from South Dakota Talked of how he'd not met his new quota He's an agent from ICE And his methods aren't nice Now this agent is in Minnesota He gets mad when people fight back When their lives are under attack He says I do what I'm told By the one who loves gold I'm a new age Klansman in black

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KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away Away, Away from me KKK took my baby, my only baby awayyyyyyy Call the president Ask Him where my baby went? Bring me up the FBI Found out if my baby is Dead or Alive? KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away Away, Away from me From me from me from me They Told Me that she went to LA They Told Me that She is away for holidays They Lied They Lied They Lied KKK Took my baby away KKK took my everything from me They took my only baby away Away from me KKK KKK KKK

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Oct 15, 2020

Oct 15, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC

imehsahdehahs

"The KKK Took My Baby Away"

KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away Away, Away from me KKK took my baby, my only baby awayyyyyyy Call the president Ask Him where my baby went? Bring me up the FBI Found out if my baby is Dead or Alive? KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away KKK KKK KKK took my baby, my baby away Away, Away from me From me from me from me They Told Me that she went to LA They Told Me that She is away for holidays They Lied They Lied They Lied KKK Took my baby away KKK took my everything from me They took my only baby away Away from me KKK KKK KKK

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The Scottsboro Boys, no joy in this poem, only a remembrance of another instance of Jim Crow injustice, charges of **** not agape, no sir, these ******* ***** two white women and should be lynched right now. **** trials, get some ropes, no hope for these ******* no sir. Yet, there was a stirring, even in the 1930s, for justice even for black kids in Alabama, trials aplenty, retrials too, a shoe could drop in the courtroom and you couldn't hear it. **** let's get on with it! Where's the rope, you dope! You're white and can't fight your way out of a paper bag. **** you're KKK. You do what you please, at ease with dark nights when we burn them as they twist dead in the wind. Who got the ropes, you ******* Why you wearing that white sheet? **** You don't know how to burn a dead ****** Take off that white sheet now and get the hell out of here cause you doesn't deserve to be among us. You gone--out of the KKK! Get in your pick-up truck and leave now and don't never come back. We'll burn this ****** forever! Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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Jun 27, 2020

Jun 27, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC

tod-howard-hawks

THE SCOTTSBORO BOYS

The Scottsboro Boys, no joy in this poem, only a remembrance of another instance of Jim Crow injustice, charges of **** not agape, no sir, these ******* ***** two white women and should be lynched right now. **** trials, get some ropes, no hope for these ******* no sir. Yet, there was a stirring, even in the 1930s, for justice even for black kids in Alabama, trials aplenty, retrials too, a shoe could drop in the courtroom and you couldn't hear it. **** let's get on with it! Where's the rope, you dope! You're white and can't fight your way out of a paper bag. **** you're KKK. You do what you please, at ease with dark nights when we burn them as they twist dead in the wind. Who got the ropes, you ******* Why you wearing that white sheet? **** You don't know how to burn a dead ****** Take off that white sheet now and get the hell out of here cause you doesn't deserve to be among us. You gone--out of the KKK! Get in your pick-up truck and leave now and don't never come back. We'll burn this ****** forever! Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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Outside, night grew darker; stars retracing their paths and the hooded **** riding through the countryside in search of the diabolical olive-skinned female. They circled their horses around a burning campfire with two covered wagons. These weren’t ******* but a clan of Romany pioneering west. Dismounting the robed and hooded Klansmen came out of the darkness and surrounded the lone man sitting at the small fire. Whoreson’s voice muffled by the thick cotton fabric, said, “We’re hunting a witch, boy. You see any strange women?” Getting to his feet the man picked up the simmering pewter coffee *** and pouring the contents onto the fire black night was immediate. Men at the rear of the pack were carrying torches that no longer cast any light; the Klansmen blind and unmoving. There was no sound; the explosion silent if that’s what it was. Robes aflame the Klansmen ran berserk and screaming into the woods. The fires wouldn’t go out as some managed to drop and roll; the forest catching ablaze the flames growing precipitously hotter; trapped by walls of white flame the men no longer seeing night were engulfed by the swelling light and heat.

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

setting fire to the kkk

Outside, night grew darker; stars retracing their paths and the hooded **** riding through the countryside in search of the diabolical olive-skinned female. They circled their horses around a burning campfire with two covered wagons. These weren’t ******* but a clan of Romany pioneering west. Dismounting the robed and hooded Klansmen came out of the darkness and surrounded the lone man sitting at the small fire. Whoreson’s voice muffled by the thick cotton fabric, said, “We’re hunting a witch, boy. You see any strange women?” Getting to his feet the man picked up the simmering pewter coffee *** and pouring the contents onto the fire black night was immediate. Men at the rear of the pack were carrying torches that no longer cast any light; the Klansmen blind and unmoving. There was no sound; the explosion silent if that’s what it was. Robes aflame the Klansmen ran berserk and screaming into the woods. The fires wouldn’t go out as some managed to drop and roll; the forest catching ablaze the flames growing precipitously hotter; trapped by walls of white flame the men no longer seeing night were engulfed by the swelling light and heat.

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*I don't want to sell, anymore... I wish not to have sold at all. Religion is useless... Spiky-Hats, pointy-things, death.* *I am not a salesman, for Death.*

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Tyre Druid -Dealer

*I don't want to sell, anymore... I wish not to have sold at all. Religion is useless... Spiky-Hats, pointy-things, death.* *I am not a salesman, for Death.*

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Hate filled minds Living life in rewind Drunk on the future so they wine Crying about a past that had them powerful Praying on hate and killing others less superior Hating themselves for being more infrior Hiding behind religion, saying it's God they serving, what God you know condones killing, hating, and oppression They serve a God with no vision Wearing capes to hide their ambiguous faces Yelling that they hate all races These are the same co-workers who say they love all races But behind closed doors Pray to burning torches

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC

tuffy-mutombo

KKK

Hate filled minds Living life in rewind Drunk on the future so they wine Crying about a past that had them powerful Praying on hate and killing others less superior Hating themselves for being more infrior Hiding behind religion, saying it's God they serving, what God you know condones killing, hating, and oppression They serve a God with no vision Wearing capes to hide their ambiguous faces Yelling that they hate all races These are the same co-workers who say they love all races But behind closed doors Pray to burning torches

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Did you see it? That brother can do it oh yes indeed he can, like a young trout at dusk, in a sweet still lake, like a pouncing cheetah, from many yards out, like Wille May in the outfield, for a soaring high ball, like the most monstrous of great whites rising from the dark depths & exploding out of the ocean seal prey all clenched in its merciless jaws, like a cobra after transfixing its quietened mark, like the most glorious of lithe pole vaulters, like the most dandy of sweet young gymnasts, like the great bull Magic Johnson springing over all & slam dunkin' that rocketed ball as the whole court is helpless & the people rock & its more points on that board, that brother did it just tore that Southern Hate right on out of their White Pride hands, brother just plain did it.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC

martin-bailes

Poem for the brother who leapt ...

Did you see it? That brother can do it oh yes indeed he can, like a young trout at dusk, in a sweet still lake, like a pouncing cheetah, from many yards out, like Wille May in the outfield, for a soaring high ball, like the most monstrous of great whites rising from the dark depths & exploding out of the ocean seal prey all clenched in its merciless jaws, like a cobra after transfixing its quietened mark, like the most glorious of lithe pole vaulters, like the most dandy of sweet young gymnasts, like the great bull Magic Johnson springing over all & slam dunkin' that rocketed ball as the whole court is helpless & the people rock & its more points on that board, that brother did it just tore that Southern Hate right on out of their White Pride hands, brother just plain did it.

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White Knights like to dress up all hooded & **** with slit-eyes and pointy tops to their sheet-thing & they come out when its real dark & burn stuff & parade all around shadowed bonfire-lit in secluded fields like lost & deluded drooling idiots, they think they walk the walk & feel real fine & fancy with their grand wizard lord of this & that & pathetic hokey redneck power-tripping ******** but lord no! white knights ride no gallant steeds possess no magic potions have nothing but a desperation born of impotence & sullen bitter & imagined loss. white folks grandeur! oh spare me so, from evil in its many disguises & from very real & dangerous men hood-less brazen & right there in front of us.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC

martin-bailes

White Knights - a poem for the anti-fascists.

White Knights like to dress up all hooded & **** with slit-eyes and pointy tops to their sheet-thing & they come out when its real dark & burn stuff & parade all around shadowed bonfire-lit in secluded fields like lost & deluded drooling idiots, they think they walk the walk & feel real fine & fancy with their grand wizard lord of this & that & pathetic hokey redneck power-tripping ******** but lord no! white knights ride no gallant steeds possess no magic potions have nothing but a desperation born of impotence & sullen bitter & imagined loss. white folks grandeur! oh spare me so, from evil in its many disguises & from very real & dangerous men hood-less brazen & right there in front of us.

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I was raised by a pack of fools Who proclaim Caucasians are the best. And are glad to fight, at the drop of a hint To put the whole matter to the test. They have an entire joke routine And descriptive names they repeat In minimizing and insisting that Their right to decent treatment isn’t real. There are references to some animals And unfunny comments about color. The statements about characteristics Of body and features always go together With a special set of gross anecdotes To cover any kind of non-Christian belief. And the refusal to consider equality As a decent attitude stands in bright relief. Beneath all this horror, not very deep, Lies a sickening river of hate and fear That fails to improve as education is Rejected year after disgusting year. Pointing out the error of their ways Might earn you a punch in the eye But the bigot hangs on to their rage And never gives fellowship a try. The American Bigot claims to be A staunch Christian all the way through Which forces them to hate and cheat And lie as much as Jesus would do. Of course, we know that Jesus was A preacher of love and acceptance But it seems that bigots never quite Made that Jesus’ acquaintance. So, here we can see we need to add Some terms to this kind of individual Whose relationship to peace and love Is at best slight, scant and residual. We also need to append to their titles Of masters of anger fear and prejudice The unhealthy pallor of indecency, Dishonesty, inhumanity and cowardice.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

BIGOTRY 101

I was raised by a pack of fools Who proclaim Caucasians are the best. And are glad to fight, at the drop of a hint To put the whole matter to the test. They have an entire joke routine And descriptive names they repeat In minimizing and insisting that Their right to decent treatment isn’t real. There are references to some animals And unfunny comments about color. The statements about characteristics Of body and features always go together With a special set of gross anecdotes To cover any kind of non-Christian belief. And the refusal to consider equality As a decent attitude stands in bright relief. Beneath all this horror, not very deep, Lies a sickening river of hate and fear That fails to improve as education is Rejected year after disgusting year. Pointing out the error of their ways Might earn you a punch in the eye But the bigot hangs on to their rage And never gives fellowship a try. The American Bigot claims to be A staunch Christian all the way through Which forces them to hate and cheat And lie as much as Jesus would do. Of course, we know that Jesus was A preacher of love and acceptance But it seems that bigots never quite Made that Jesus’ acquaintance. So, here we can see we need to add Some terms to this kind of individual Whose relationship to peace and love Is at best slight, scant and residual. We also need to append to their titles Of masters of anger fear and prejudice The unhealthy pallor of indecency, Dishonesty, inhumanity and cowardice.

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