social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
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Reprisal Of Mankind, Eye for An Eye, Tooth For A Tooth, An Eye Can't be Bought, Dentist Fee is quite Expensive, Gangsters Rolling with a Gun,
Sean NoblePublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsKuna Matata
Kuna matata The rivers are drying The fishes are dying The leaves are greying The trees are falling The food is dwindling
Identity
Damn I forgot our double X chromosome has Nappy hair. Damn the times we live in! Damn I forgot we gave more attention.
Silva ShiwuPublished a day ago in PoetsProgress of Man
Amazing! We have developed such scientific prowess that we can tinker with DNA, the basic definition of life as we know it. Man can.
Cleve TaylorPublished a day ago in Poets
colorado gets hit again
Will Colorado live without fear, or always have to shed a tear? How much more can this state take, so much carnage in the wake. Let's not argue who's at fault, only riddles a wound with salt. The gun, the person, what's it matter? Have a choice and it's the latter. My heart hurts at what this'll bring, horrific way to start the spring. Wish I could help the state I love, love for all who are now above. Can't fathum what you're all going through, and endless cycle of deja vu.
SORRY
Please hear my apology To the Ones I've Hurt, Take my Sincere apology, As the days go by, On pillow I lay, reminiscing about the Past,
Sean NoblePublished a day ago in PoetsFRIENDS
A Best Friend, Everybody seek a BF, I despite all Friend murderers, Begone Friend Killers. Daily Chit Chats, Jokes & Laughter,
Sean NoblePublished a day ago in PoetsI want to go back
I want to go back To the days Where everything was innocent and good Where I did not know what the words “mass shooting”
Autumn NolanPublished a day ago in PoetsANOTHER MINUTE
If Not for the Love, It must be the Likes, Social Media Lifestyle, Big waste of Time, Camera Tricks, Daily Agony,
Sean NoblePublished a day ago in PoetsOur World
This world we live in, we act like living ain’t scary. Tell people they live in fear like it’s an assault on their character.
Dani BananiPublished a day ago in Poets
Hidden Past
My history was passed down from my granny and her mom before her like whispers at your bed My history was woven in my head like the cornroles I had to tighten up with a scarf before I rest
K. WaterssPublished a day ago in Poets
Lifting Her Up
Your patterns are as obvious as the looks on your faces I doubt you as much as you doubt yourself and if you know anything about yourself then you know that's a lot
K. WaterssPublished a day ago in Poets
