Master, I am astranger to you,but will you hearmy confession?- Oswald Mtshali The diamonds on Liz’sbosomare not as brightas his eyesthe morning they tookhimto work in the mines.- Alice WalkerYou will not be able tostay home, brotherYou will not be able toplug in, turn on andcop outYou will not be able tolose yourself on skagand- Gil Scott-HeronA wall that allthese wallsoppression buildsWill have to go!- LangstonHughesMoving along Main St. /Whitesville /Digging all them whiteface /(Staring, or ‘not staring’)Until I felt surrounded /Lost / bobbing on a sea Ididn’t know /- Bobbi SykesA free bird leapson the back of thewind…But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom seethroughhis bars of rage- Maya AngelouThe revolution will not betelevised...The revolution will not betelevisedThe revolution will not betelevised- Gil Scott-HeronFreeSquareThe rubies in Nancy’sjewel box (Oh, howRonald loves red!)not as vividas the despairin his children’sfrowns.Oh, those Africans!- Alice WalkerI am the nocturnal animalthat steals through thefenced lair to meet mymate,and flees at the break ofdawnbefore the hunter and thehoundsrun me to the ground.- Oswald MtshaliMaster, I am astranger to you,but will you hearmy confession?- Oswald Mtshali The diamonds on Liz’sbosomare not as brightas his eyesthe morning they tookhimto work in the mines.- Alice WalkerYou will not be able tostay home, brotherYou will not be able toplug in, turn on andcop outYou will not be able tolose yourself on skagand- Gil Scott-HeronA wall that allthese wallsoppression buildsWill have to go!- LangstonHughesMoving along Main St. /Whitesville /Digging all them whiteface /(Staring, or ‘not staring’)Until I felt surrounded /Lost / bobbing on a sea Ididn’t know /- Bobbi SykesA free bird leapson the back of thewind…But a bird that stalksdown his narrow cagecan seldom seethroughhis bars of rage- Maya AngelouThe revolution will not betelevised...The revolution will not betelevisedThe revolution will not betelevised- Gil Scott-HeronFreeSquareThe rubies in Nancy’sjewel box (Oh, howRonald loves red!)not as vividas the despairin his children’sfrowns.Oh, those Africans!- Alice WalkerI am the nocturnal animalthat steals through thefenced lair to meet mymate,and flees at the break ofdawnbefore the hunter and thehoundsrun me to the ground.- Oswald Mtshali

Protest Poetry - Literary Techniques Bingo - Call List

(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.


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  1. Master, I am a stranger to you, but will you hear my confession? - Oswald Mtshali
  2. The diamonds on Liz’s bosom are not as bright as his eyes the morning they took him to work in the mines. - Alice Walker
  3. You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and - Gil Scott-Heron
  4. A wall that all these walls oppression builds Will have to go! - Langston Hughes
  5. Moving along Main St. / Whitesville / Digging all them white face / (Staring, or ‘not staring’) Until I felt surrounded / Lost / bobbing on a sea I didn’t know / - Bobbi Sykes
  6. A free bird leaps on the back of the wind… But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage - Maya Angelou
  7. The revolution will not be televised ... The revolution will not be televised … The revolution will not be televised … - Gil Scott-Heron
  8. Free Square
  9. The rubies in Nancy’s jewel box (Oh, how Ronald loves red!) not as vivid as the despair in his children’s frowns. Oh, those Africans! - Alice Walker
  10. I am the nocturnal animal that steals through the fenced lair to meet my mate, and flees at the break of dawn before the hunter and the hounds run me to the ground. - Oswald Mtshali