social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
“Light Over the Earth”
“Light Over the Earth” Today a world of peace Is being turned into a world of grief, Grief for the division of light As shadows rise and try to steal the night. But even when the darkness grows, A brighter truth still softly glows. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it calm this trembling earth And bring our weary hearts relief. Darkness tries to build its throne, A fortress made of fear and stone. Despair is a sadness that doesn’t care It pulls the spirit into heavy air. But light can spark, ignite, and climb, Breaking walls one truth at a time. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it calm this trembling earth And bring our weary hearts relief. Despite the cultures built on spite, Despite the wounds that steal our sight, Despite the hate that tries to reign, Love still walks through every pain. Light remembers what we forgot We heal the world by what we’ve got. I send light, I send love, I send peace from up above. Let it rise, Let it release, Let it wash across the earth And bring our weary hearts relief I send light… I send love… I send peace.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Time is Beyond Our Control
Time makes fools of us all Our skin sags and wrinkles Gray hairs creep out by the roots Weight loss, weight gain— All beyond our control Time makes fools of us all As our minds slowly slip away One day, it’s our keys gone missing The next day, we can’t find our way home— Everything beyond our control Time makes fools of us all As it steals our friends and family One by one, they leave our side Here one day, gone the next Their exit beyond our control Time makes fools of us all Our identities gone in a flash Who are we now? Who were we then? Why can’t we be who we once remembered? Time is beyond our control
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Poets
A GHOST IN THE VEIN (6-14-2018)
A GHOST IN THE VEIN (6-14-2018) I was listening to Johnny Cash's version of HURT. When the Lyric "the needle tears a hole" came up, I remembered this poem. Addiction has a cost. The addicted don't care but it is not intentional. It is a type of 'don't care' that is forced on one by addiction. The biggest HURT is those that love the addict. There is no escape-even when you disown or erase that person from your life. It doesn't happen. I just don't know how to explain that kind of pain. Writing a poem was the only way I could try.
By Victor Mendez4 months ago in Poets
