social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Memorial Day 2025. Content Warning.
After sleeping in today, I decided to create this commentary into a video story song. This is my commentary regarding the occupation of the Whitehouse by demented evil clowns who create destruction, death, and genocide.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
When It Rained Inside
He left the window open. The storm never left It began the night he left. He didn’t take much—just a bag, his coat, and the silence he folded carefully between us. The window was still open, barely, just enough for the rain to whisper through. I remember how the wind pushed the curtains like breath, like a sigh trying to escape.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
A Glimpse of Miles
New York feels a little emptier without him around. Looking at this photo–Miles, his squint like worn leather, his fingers holding grace like something fragile and rare– it reminds you of something you just don’t see anymore. And the rest of us– we're left wondering: Who was driving that truck? And all we can do is sigh: Death sure knows how to steal the best stuff when your'e not looking.
By The Learning Ledgerabout a year ago in Poets
