social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Think Think Think
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
Doreen SimpsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHow Can You?
I don't want to be normal!! I like being the way I am!!!! I don't hate on people by the way they look or what they do!
Therese SolowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe American Canvas
What truly makes a nation great? Is it our military? Is it our ruling party? No it is our nation’s people Their color of character, of course
Myles D. GoethePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Guilty Man
A careless word and she turns away, running and in tears He didn’t mean the things he said, he is scared, so full of fears
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsChimney Child
I can tell how old the child is by the buttons on his coat The more he has done up than the older he is He stands there holding the brus,h red eyes burning in the wind
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBecky's Bright Boy Billy
Becky's bright boy Billy went away to war. He left willingly, didn't ask what for. Told to look for weapons. Told to set people free.
T.A. PhillipsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Be Human
Some days I believe in God... other days I forget how to pray some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
Winnie RugambaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPrisoner 6593-4
I don’t have a name I have a number Will my kids ever call me Dad? Will I know when they call me? Do they know I’m not that bad?
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOn the Run
“Run for Gawd sake Run!” laughing as they flee Running from the Copper’s or no longer to be free Petty crimes and petty dreams of how to make it rich
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAunt Maureen
twenty-five years ago when I was a kid you scared me to death I thought you were a witch dyed jet black hair pale white skin
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDeal with the Devil
I saw the Devil and the Lord talking as if they were best of friends The Devil said to the Mighty one “Let’s bring this to an end“
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRare Breed
I am, without doubt, a rare breed My soul deviated when he shot his seed Twisted, depraved, and deranged I should've been
Jennifer KellyPublished 7 years ago in Poets