social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
The Soul Speaks
I have already lived through a thousand lives. Perceived this world through a thousand eyes. And though I've died a thousand times.
Dakota LanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken
Broke...The type of broke that can't be fixed by Cast...Cast in Class and asking...basking in the thought that "the first is last"...bursting past and crash through glass...curtains cast on the thought that we all sprout from worthless past...worthless ash, from cigarettes and blunts...streets paved with broken glass...but ain't no yellow brick roads in "the hood," sidewalks consist of broken slabs...broken paths but, somehow the dreams awoken fast...we can only hope to see our dreams come true before our tokens cashed...but more often than not, our tokens cast...to the side and we're left to decided whether to continue to hope...or crash...in Americas Favelas where little children choke and gasp...to survive to Jr. High Jr's high and he hopes to pass..."do you need help?" The one question he hopes they ask...but they don't...now he's off to selling joints and bags, to buy some new shoes cause all they do is point and laugh...they say "you point one finger you got at least three pointing back...he bought a Strap...now they the ones he's pointing at...but it ain't no pointing back..."hands up don't shoot" they know it ain't no point in that...but they tried it anyway, till he points the joint and blast...tragic story, but it's the story of a good kid gone bad...
Talib WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWar
"Deutschland, Deutschland," is his battle cry A Bayonet his weapon and a willingness to die Doing all he has to do to remember all before
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrowing Pains
As the marble roles down the hill the little boy laughs and runs Apache Joe and the Cowboy Kid with hands firmly on plastic guns
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThree Loves
The first was youth. Young and reckless. Emotions flooding our veins, two hearts follow one beat. Our minds drowning in dopamine and oxytocin.
Kelsey HornPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Distinction
Mere droplets of water, yet very heavy Everybody get out of the way, be weary The rain is hitting, and it hold no query It doesn’t matter if your a man, woman, or a baby.
Mohammed DarasiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSong of the Mute Raven
The dawn of a new day brings forth the dawn of darkness. Stuck on the wrong side of heaven Where prayers do not reach And blood sheds more than tears.
Ahsanul KabirPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRings of Children
ARMS LOCKED IN FRIENDSHIP RINGS OF CHILDREN DANCE ROUND IN CIRCLES ONE LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS THE RING CLOSES IN TO MEND THE BREAK
Lon Casler BixbyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMask
All people wear a Mask, Why? You are not supposed to ask, Being yourself is a thing of past, You need to be sailing keeping high the mask.
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLilith
my vaginal canal is lined with razor teeth my sex is an ever devouring shark I give birth to the grotesque many limbs many heads
Sarah SparksPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEducation: A Forbidden Fruit
We need to invest in our future We need to take care of our youth We need to foster their minds, mentally feed our youth We have to complete our youth because we need our youth
Edens FleurizardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOh
Oh Father, How I wish I never knew you. A footnote in a lengthy novel series. A stray thought whenever I hear the word "Dad".
Zionaeus ShekhinahPublished 7 years ago in Poets