There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I sit all alone In my living room Awake at 4 am The sound of metal thronging outside Somewhere nearby Interrupts my slumber
Cup forgotten on sill, coffee cold. Lashing pitter, clouded panes. Fog envelops an apartment. Haze on the ceiling. Real or mood?
Where I Grew Up
Where I grew up, Dairy Queen was our only fast food, and Piggly Wiggly our only grocer I grew up in wide-open spaces in a community void of fences
The People Who Answer To No One
There is a group of men, As sure as the rising sun, Who throughout the course of history, Have answered to no one.
There’s no point in listening Through the static and the chatter; The garbled announcements are utterly useless. No matter,
“Eights” Made of stardust, and born of Gods, Here we are still, against all odds! Time and again came sword and flame,
The Stalker pt 1
When I turn right, he turns right When I turn left, he corresponds I turn to look behind me And he is lurking in the shadows
As the vagabonds sleep a restless slumber They rest of us work like wood they lumber As the night draws in, the vagabonds wake
Because I’ve just been lying to myself Don’t respect my own health Living life everyday In a vain pursuit of wealth Because the lies are only skin deep
We gotta say a prayer For the fallen soldiers.... Deep down we really care Don’t shrug your shoulders.... Yeah It’s hard to take
Spitting into darkness, thinking it all relative. Grinding bones into dust, while calling others savages. Taking only for glory,
Sub-unconscious battle ⚔️
Hello hello hello (echos X3) anybody there.. there there (echos X3) Say something! You always have something to say right? SAY SOMETHING! 📢🔊