There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Another Suicide Today
Hey bud Jacky! Keep it bloody down Don't ya know that ears have walls? Shhh! It's the warder coming 'round Keep it in your head mate
Role Playing You don't have a vagina so I'm a shine some light for men who feel they have the right to dictate the plight
Shackles and Swords
Black men stripped of pride Been, hung on the tree veranda and more. A burden you carry forever more Stuck in the history of shackles and sword
An old barn, devoid of paint, doors askew. The weight of many winters heavy on it’s timbers. Home to pigeons and mice.
One Hundred Days of Solitude
© David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved Losing track of everything Losing track of time Losing every scrap of sense
Ms. Liberty Can We Talk?
Liberty I need to talk to you. Liberty I need some answers because our so called oceans of liberty turning into a sewer of lies
Coach dress matching that Coach seat Knowing full well she should have never left her bedroom Think that trip to Italy is more important than that bank account going through the phase of doom.
The Island of Avocado Toast
I’m tired of being called lazy When I have to work two jobs to get by This island is filling up quickly though I have been told to buy a home
GET OFF MY LAWN!
GET OFF MY LAWN I didn't vote for him Your music stinks Learn how to drive TV shows stink I'm tired... of politics of politicians
the secret lives of influencers
Oh dear sister, you have such a beautiful soul which you hide behind self-destructive behavior and photos that others can scroll.
Poetry allows us to take off the mask we’ve worn for so long, which once created the illusion of safety, and deluded us into thinking
Silence is Raging
From all the people that I know to no one, I said no. And when I knew that they were wrong I gave a fight within myself, so strong.