First They Came Poem (Poems about Revolutions)
When you hear of the whole idea of socialism put together in poetry and you want to imagine the impact of poetry on revolutions, this is where you can find all that “first they came poem”.
First they Came for Poetry (First they Came Poem)
Read the poems below to feel the full feet of world revolt experiences.
And Then They Came for Me (First They Came Poem)
First they came for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Communist
Then they came for the Socialists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Socialist
Then they came for the trade unionists
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a trade unionist
Then they came for the Jews
And I did not speak out
Because I was not a Jew
Then they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me
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The Nightlight Revolution (First They Came Poem)
I’m a soldier in the nightlight revolution
I’m fighting the nightmares that haunt your dreams
The monsters in your closet
And the Boogeyman under your bed
One outlet at a time
I’m a silent alarm that vibrates your covers
When older brothers come in after bed time
To cover your face in shaving cream
Dip your hands in popcorn bowls of warm water
Or just slap you in the face
Sometimes they’re not that subtle
I know when there is a tooth under your bed
Or reindeer on your roof
I’ve got a motion detector to keep step fathers at bay
While your mother’s asleep
I’m his grave digger and his crypt keeper
Taking his skeletons out of the closet
And laying them in the middle of the floor
That man won’t call on you anymore
I’m a hug when all you need is a handshake
And a hold-you-all-night when all you need is a kiss on the cheek
I don’t do half-
When things go bump in the night I bump back
Never fear to close both eyes when you sleep
Dream of fairy tales, Prince Charming
Dream of Maid Marions
Waiting for your touch
Don’t fear the reaper he fears me
I am a soldier in the nightlight revolution
Armed with so much more than illumination
I crawl through the cracks in the closet door
Make their shadows cast pictures of rainbows on your wall
The Boogey Man runs from Chuck Norris
Chuck Norris runs from me
Please rest easy
Let the night take you for all it has to offer
Through star lit skies and rain filled clouds on magic carpets rides
Ocean floors and clown fish in little yellow submarines
Rain forests with koalas and parrots and panda bears
Son never fear for what the night brings near
The nightlight revolution is here
Throw your dream catcher away I will hand craft each one
Take the lavender out of the window sill
Don’t leave the door cracked
You’ve got me
I’m here
We’re all here
Soldiers of the nightlight revolution
And we will not sleep til you’re awake
By, Michael DeVoe
Revolution from the Heart of Lost Souls (First They Came Poem)
There once was a boy who was but a slender
Line in a portrait or a smudge on a fender
Nothing more than would be passed by your eye
Was the boy so young who did nothing but cryThe world was a cruel one, but he wasn’t so tainted
His picture more perfect than of David’s statue painted
But the world would soon tear this boy apart
It would end in the mind what began in the heartYou see, innocence thrives where ignorance rules
For blissfulness is the kindest of the ignorant’s tools
But this boy would be taught to feel and to hurt
His tears turned to ash as they fall from lips to dirtHe was now cold and ****** and swore
His opinions had changed when his brother died in the war
There was no point to heaven and less point to hell
When they called out your name, you either stood up or fellChipped bricks covered in posters past
Graffiti from people of phrases that last
Like one-liners, humorless, gaining a laugh
And the three-word with the sketch of a heart cut in halfThe best philosophes of this past generation
Write thoughts on the wall from their closed imagination
And the boy with his eyes red grew darker
As he reached in his pocket and pulled out a marker
By, Jared Eli
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Revolution the Course to Freedom (First They Came Poem)
Revolution the course to freedom
Revolution a season of war
A season our lands are watered with our blood shed
A season people are starved and stabbed in the untilled field
Revolution a season of blood flow which end with the interminable joy of the nation
We are the people you make fun of because we cannot speak your accents
We are the people who dose your slave works,cleans your messes after party
We are the people who pays with our lives during festival to fight to death
You laugh at us
You snub us
Because we are nothing wicked like you
Your greed would make an end to everything we have and everything we ever lived for
This is not your land, you are a total stranger
We will not allow you to deprive us of our fathers inheritance yes we will not allow you to take what is rightfully ours
We will not pay the price to your greed
We will stay, we will not go away from our land
Our forefathers have lived here since before the days, yet you want what is rightfully ours
The only thing you could offer is brutal
Death is the only thing we can understand
You make us lots of promise
Yet you offer us starvation
Your promises are empty like the belly of our children
We will fight and shed our bloods for the course of our freedom
Our blood will water the land for we will not give up without a fight
Yes we will not give up without a fight
Arise oh ye youth of slumbers
Arise oh ye prisoners of wants
For the reason to revolt is at our course
Let’s fight for what is rightfully our
Revolution the course to freedom
A course to the normal world
By, Azubuogu Chinwendu Chukwudi
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You Say You Want a Revolution (First They Came Poem)
There’s a Revolution coming,
The boots are on the streets;
It’s calling from the graves,
We’re stirring from our sleep.
There’s a hunger in the eyes;
The troops are on their feet.
The revolutions’ coming
And the enemy won’t retreat.There’s a revolution coming,
It’s coming as we speak;
The revolution’s coming,
It should be here next week.The mob appeal
Is running lights,
Towered minions
Fight the fight
To rein in their percent,
From navel gazing heights.
Desks in towers,
Those grasping power,
Will tumble in defeat.
The gravity of their greed
Will drag them through the streets.The bell at four
Will sound no more;
The chorus chants
For a holy war; and
Salvation for the weak.There’s a revolution
On the way,
We’ll re-write all the laws,
We’ll line up the Romanovs,
And shake down all the Shahs.
There’s a revolution coming
And it’s coming
With just cause.
By, Francie Lynch
This poems are all too appropriate for those who are jubilant over the silencing of conservatives. Poems like this remind you of the need to revolt whenever needed.
Daily Times Poems.
