"inequity" poems
The nineties sold us unity:
bright sitcoms,
Benetton colors,
commercials where everyone smiled
as though inequity had been resolved.
But the decade bled on screen—
a Black man beaten on asphalt,
a truck driver dragged from his cab,
bomb dust in Oklahoma,
children hunted in a school corridor.
Unity was the costume;
violence was the stage.
Then came a Black president.
For a moment,
the story looked complete.
"Post-racial," they said,
as though history had closed.
But the mask split.
Social media tore out the gatekeepers.
The hate that had been muted
found its tongue,
found its profit,
and screamed into the feed.
Division pays.
Unity does not.
Violence is systemic,
holistic,
from home to street to state.
Silence makes it whole.
The ethic remains:
If it is wrong, you stop it.
Otherwise the cycle turns,
profitable, endless,
calling itself America.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
Rue the unlettered nugatory inequity
of insensate dishabille narcosis and
the insouciant clandestine ravish
perverse of durance's constraint.
AUSTRALIAS CODE GREY IS A HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATION.
MENTAL HEALTH ARE RAPISTS. PUT AN END TO FORCED INJECTIONS
AND THE UNCONSCIOUS UNCONSENTING SEXPLOITATION OF THE MENTALLY ILL!!!!.
NO FUNDING FOR MENTAL HEALTH AND THEIR ****** REGIME!!!
MENTAL HEALTH LAWS ARE MENTALLY ILL!!!
''the pride of women will never be laid in the dust"- Gaelic Proverb.
MENTAL HEALTH ARE RAPISTS. LYING ******* ****** DOGS!!!
SAY NO TO BUTTOCKS INJECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Myanmar
Half a million people thrown out of their country
the silence of our guilt is the weight of shadows
when we unforgiven do nothing to help the people.
To defend them with UN troops, or for that matter
give NATO, a none political role, to stop this inequity.
Myanmar is so far from Europe and the Rohingya
people so primitive and they have no famous writers.
We know nothing of their music, the weight of our
silence is darker than the night.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
With querulous turpitude, I stood
Disdainful denied reassurance;
Selfless. My crying heart
The echo of the wind rebuking
All that is remaining of
what I used to be.
Grotesque deformities my reflection
The pain of pure love etched
In dreams of aeons passed.
Hideous beauty a frightening peace
A sweetness I founded corrupt;
Hell my heaven
My paradise.
Honesty a musical once
writhing in my breast
A seraph convoking legions,
Now wings out-stretched
I break my own treacherous heart
A fiend of Heaven a demon of Hell
The first fallen
Unto likeness absolved
The pennated breadth of twilight
Breeding familiarities contempt-
I have wearied myself, O God,
And I am consumed,
Resolute of inequity.
He that is down need not fear plucking,
Experience is the teacher of fools
And a gentle lie turneth away inquiry:
If the mountain will not go to Mahomet,
Mahomet must go to the mountain;
The nakedly wan mantic
Velleity to tear Christ's body
Malapert, before the ruddy shoal;
Society covers a multitude of sins
Within the penitent sanctity of
Heaven's holocaust, in which
No man can serve two masters-
Oh that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest
Eternal and absolute,
An angelic image of my shadowed self!.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 8:35 AM UTC
It's a painful stretch to re-loving
Gargoyles in clusters clutch at my heart
Talons pierced and locked wings wrapped upon layers
Pulling each one away takes insufferable self violence
Just to clear a small space to let you through
Too many years of inequity
have placed needs burning in my heart
you struggle to relinquish your control,
Your gift of consideration is noted.
Your changes have exceeded my expectations
Though we are nowhere near even.
Still, I play it peachy,
Your tenderness, your keeness to please me
Is unnerving,
too little, too late
Your heart whispers squeal like whistles in the hunt
Unsettling the watchdog beasts
Growling and snarling
Clawing tighter at the leather pith of a stone heart
Your own needs are barking
Your expectations are going to be laid,
I'm letting blood Before your debt is even paid
It's going to be different this time...
Claws tighten, wings gripping tighter
Artehoke heart,
just another set up
I keep anticipating the fall.
I go on pretending in the hope It will become real
Your darkness permeates
your dark love kills
Still, there's something about you
I can't live without.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
Merry Christmas, the voice greets me
humbug I mutter under breath
greed hatred jealousy
only things you live with.
Keep to yourself your mirth
I sullenly brood
such lies are too heavy for this earth
done this place no good.
Relations under cloud of doubt
each soul bears a grievous injury
merriment had long gone out
the greet is just empty.
It's a pity you still find it merry
with all the injustice inequity
men classified quartered
children for food bartered.
Merry doesn't the word stink
while some choose what to drink
fuss about the flavor to savor
many reach it by miles' labor.
Merry can't hide away the glum
of human habitats in dingy slums
strewn on pavements under open sky
breathing refuses left to die.
Still, Merry Christmas to you, says the voice
the time is to give and rejoice
the world though truly is what you say
haven’t You, I, We, made it that way?
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
Mine heart's been hardened by all the inequity and injustices suffered by it over time
I am in no position to be of any relevan(t assistan)ce at the moment
Let me strive to alter the workings of my mind and the condition of mine heart
Only then would any one benefit from the workings of mine heart and hands
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Born in sin but shaped in inequity all rights are endowed by your creator.
So who's your GOD ?
is it a man,
A spirit,
Or some numbered paper?
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
A jumble of aesthetic literature
he is a walking poetry
he's got those deep black eyes
emitting strongest gravity
he's a living mystery
only i wanna solve
hes my only sun
that i wanna revolve
he be living the life of perfection
a whole man made from Aphrodite's collection
Van Gogh's painting out of frame
Well it's the God's inequity to blame
A demon so invincible
shattering all my principles
He's got that charm
that trapped me a slave for lifetime
I don't even regret
cos not falling for him is the biggest crime...
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
On the banks
of the
Delaware
where
memories
of Valley
Forge's
dire winter
encampments
still linger
where sons
and daughters
of liberty
shook off
a mid-winter
rigor mortis
risking the
slow death
of complacency
to seize
the prized
celestial
article of
freedom
America's
Labor
Movement
amassed
in the
streets of
Trenton
a vigilant
battalion of
General
Washington's
invading
brigands
speaking
in tongues
of radical
insistence
armed with
the might
of truth
demanding
respect and
equitable
treatment
from the
lordships
of state
doing the
bidding of
527 llc's
Unionists
stand
firmly
on the
shoulders,
walking
in the
tracks
rowing
the boats
of militant
forebears
pledging to
fight on
in a battle
that never ends
to
liberate
the
******
river
of justice
hijacked
by the
privilege
of plenty
diverted
into
culverts
of greed
a
gluttonous
few
siphoning
off
the spoils
of liberty
engorging
themselves
leaving
workers
wanting
democracies
require
the cup
of liberty
to be
shared by
all
The Spirit
of
General
Washington
has
mustered
new
legions
to turn
back the
entitlistas
the
pelting
rain of
lies, the
flinging
arrows of
ridicule
will not
deter
the workers
trooping
for
justice
the
fight
to roll
back
the ugly
tide of
greed
coursing
through
the veins
of America
despoiling
the blood
of our
democracy
is on
the
explosive
dynamite
of struggle
will blast
the dam
of inequity
to bits
unleashing
the river
of justice
to roll
again
Music Selection:
Pete Seeger:
Solidarity Forever
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Throughout my whole life I was taught not to feel
Discouraging put downs had first spun this wheel
Later the numbness extended to violence
Inequity towards me was stuffed until silenced
This armor had left me with no wounds to heal
This type of existence proved no way to live
My walls were torn down by my wife and my kids
Sensing such weakness and seeking to profit
She sunk the knife deep into me and she lost it
With shoves from my daughter to anguish I slid.
A child gets the access to do the most damage
Her taking advantage of weakness was savage
The lies and deceiving had gone on for years
Once I could see that it brought me to tears
This wound that she made will take so long to bandage
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
Merry Christmas, the voice greets me
humbug I mutter under breath
greed hatred jealousy
only things you live with.
Keep to yourself your mirth
I sullenly brood
*such lies are too heavy for this earth
done this place no good.*
Relations under cloud of doubt
each soul bears a grievous injury
merriment had long gone out
the greet is just empty.
It's a pity you still find it merry
with all the injustice inequity
man classified quartered
children for food bartered.
Merry doesn't the word stink
while some choose what to drink
fuss about the flavor to savor
many reach it by thirsty miles' labor.
Merry can't hide away the glum
of human habitats in dingy slums
strewn on pavements under open sky
breathing refuses left to rot and die.
Still, Merry Christmas to you, says the voice
*the time is to give and rejoice
the world though is truly what you say
You, I, We, have made it that way.*
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 5:38 AM UTC
The statuesque stones were once placed in a circle so grand
Safely surrounding the secrets hidden within
Perchance as protection from the distribution of inequity
That raged from the inner recesses of man
An infinite hedge of fortification so majestic in its defense
Still stands proudly holding all the secrets within
Perhaps of the cycles of life or passing of time
Heatedly debated for ages by man
So many have come to observe this mystical circle
To meditate upon its original plan
Oblivious to the fact that what could be so simple
Can often be perplexing to man
These statuesque stones still bravely defend the secrets
While the mystified onlookers stare
Believing if the reason were simple for their existence
It would be such a sad and distressing affair
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
**raining magpie madness,
darkly drenching the
marrow of vital spirit,
thieving in night's anticipation
clawing eye's conscious thunder,
lashing 'pon tainted yearnings
plucking rendered heartstrings
engaged of looming silences,
submerged in doused inequity
of blackened skies ambiguity**
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
the fringe dwellers
those forgotten people
those who society
cares little for
the slums of the city
the shanty towns
the suburban blocks
are where they are found
no jobs
no money
no future prospects
this is their way of life
and ever will it be so...
the rich denying them a piece of the wealth pie
the fringe dwellers have not a good cast of the dice
they'll be kept in disadvantage by the monied few
a sparsity of cash yet they make do
our society isn't even of hand
a divide in social class seems to stand
twill there be a bridge of the inequity
which so blatantly pervades our society
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
A naked angel
and an ***** fiend
place bets on how
all this silliness will end
not that either
really has anything
to wager with.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Seeing the fall
eye of the storm
I see
I feel
I looked
I sought
I searched for the end
And found what I lost
What humanity said
Humanity Is dead
A shallow world
Covered in blood
Colored in red
Running horses
Only see what ahead
I dare you To step back
And Dont react
As you look through the blinds
Peek through the cracks
you'll hear the screams
And the shouts
hands trying to cover the mouth
The poor
Endured
demons hide
behind your door
That you ignore
As you soar
higher
The line of inequity
Rises
As you desire
Sets a fire
You're all liars
Take my Hand
I'll shatter
Your eyes
see the lies
You tell yourself at night
As children fight
To stay alive
You take life
With ignorance
You'll pay
karma will humble your oblivious arrogance
Just you wait
Justice is vengance
a transition to Renaissance
Please Guide us to heaven
Or lead us down the well
The hell we bought
And the soul that we sell
Paved in these stones
Darkness is the sentence
See the connections
Look closely
And you find my words far...
From irrevelent
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not love,
I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains, and have not love,
I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,
and though I give up my body to be burned and have not love,
it profiteth me nothing.
Love suffereth long and is kind.
Love envieth not.
Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doeth not behave itself unseemly.
Seeketh not her own.
Is not easily provoked.
Thinketh no evil.
Rejoiceth not in inequity, but rejoiceth in the truth.
Beareth all things.
Believeth all things.
Hopeth all things.
Endureth all things.
Love never fails.
But where there be prophecies they shall fail,
whether there be tongues, they shall cease,
whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part,
but when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child,
but when I became a man I put away childish things.
For now we see though a glass darkly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then shall I know even also as I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, love: these three, but the greatest of these is love.
1 Cor. 13
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
I’ve once heard musings
Of recitation reflecting an area
Of negligence that should
Never go forsaken.
Now, it is through my dismay
Which triggers my optimism
To lead me to believe this
Recapitulation has been
Extricated through a
Satirical voice.
However, in the event
That theses musings are
In fact, coming from
A discernible veracity,
Then I have done to you
The gravest disservice I would never
Dream to impart.
Allow this to act as my
Expression of regret
In this particular field
Of verbal lavishing.
Before the moment
You were my salacious secret
And preliminary to my yearning
For parallel mutual devotion
My capabilities of a
Tactile sense of normality
Were fleeting
Forever consigned to oblivion
Until the moment I
Allowed the craving to coalesce
With the collective.
It was then that I realized
The stimulus of my exuberance
Was not a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Rather, one brought on
When we lay entwined
Within one another.
Further musings have been vocalized,
Drawing sight upon the fact
I am twenty-one grams lighter
Than the commune.
Albeit, these musings have
Been satirical in merit,
The inherent truth
Is not controvertible.
Thus was the preceding case
To our amalgamation.
You are the sole vindication
I have a soul.
If there has ever
Been inequity
In my necessity to
Opulent you with
My own verbal musings
I do hope this
Can act as verbatim
If there should be
Any negligence within
This particular field of
Expertise.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
one is in a constant state of reinvention,
molting,
feathers in cascade,
barely hiding ****** and birthmark,
no such garment exists.
one is constantly healing itself.
save for other days,
when direct sun poses no more threat.
eyes fixed to a middle distance,
where one sits shiva,
avoiding the partial gaze of mirrors,
windows through which one may edit,
very slowly, to draw out its best features,
ignoring revulsion and inequity found throughout.
one lives each day worth half of its potential,
other halves wasted,
excess fruit flesh clinging to rind.
one faces itself,
and sees not oneself,
but the ones that entered, paused in unity, and left,
one should not see exits where there are none.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Thank You Lord
For Your righteousness
I sing about Your Name
The Lord Most High
I am pregnant with evil
Conceived by trouble
Giving birth to deceit
I have dug a pit
Hollowed it out
I have fallen
Into the hole I dug
My trouble comes back
And my violence falls
On my head
In my failure to repent
God has sharpened His sword
And strung His bow
Made them ready
His deadly weapons have been prepared
His arrows tipped with fire
Let the evil of my wickedness come to its end
Establish my righteousness
He examines my heart and soul
He is a righteous God
My shield is with Him
He saves the purity of my heart
He is a righteous judge
Executing justice daily
In His anger He rises up
Lifting Himself against the fury
Of my soul
Awakening for me
Declaring judgment on me
A mass of people gather around Him
He takes His seat High over it
He judges me
Vindicates me
By my righteousness and integrity
(By my inequity and infidelity)
My God
Because I have done this
There is injustice on my hands
I have done harm
To one at peace with me
I have plundered my adversary
Without cause
My enemies shall pursue me
They shall overtake me
They will trample me
Leaving my honor in the dust
I seek refuge in You
My God
Save me from my pursuers
Rescue me
They tear at me like lions
Ripping me apart
And no one rescues me
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 10:11 PM UTC
while barnsey
cried like a refugee
i ate like one this week
a statement of support
for those not as lucky
about the lottery
of this global inequity
a little lesson for me
well fed and free
in knowing food
in knowing gratitude
in knowing hunger
in knowing anger
in knowing want
and saying don't
dismiss humanity
not as free
a glimpse for me
a little empathy
for life as refugee
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
it was beautiful,
as most things are in their simplicity.
nothing more necessary than the presence of those
whose hearts hold a space once occupied by you.
there were flowers, and there was sunlight,
and the birds greeted me with a melancholic joy;
they, like you, are free, untempered by life's inequity.
i looked up to the sky, and it was beautiful.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
In my heart,
a road travelled, enough,
but still overgrown and walked
in pensive solitude
leads
to a green field of stones
that looks out over white chopped seas
To here I come when my soul is
perplexed beyond belief
when my heart is torn and bruised
This is my field of ragecand grief
where I stand and howl at injustice
beat my breast at lifes inequity
and weep slow salted tears of regret
Today again I come to my field of fallen friends
and etch your name ernesto,
the ded poet, who lived a thousand lives
And I rage and rampage, and set war in my heart
against the gods who took this voice,
this warrior this talent....friend.... and father.
But all is sound and fury set to the wind
to be dispersed as froth and rain...
As my soul quiets, my tear fall softly,
thinking on your moons, your love,
for them, and you love for your life...
Too soon, for you to go...
but the words, you have given them
and us, as well are jewels, cut and faceted
treasures for the darkest of nights.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC