social commentary

There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.

Phallic Symbols
Amounts, they screamed, amounts, Seemingly all they knows about. Amounts, a mouth, beatings. Even just, if by the brow,
By Gord Haggerty4 years ago in Poets
After The Month Ends . Top Story - January 2024.
It comes in waves, that deep pain For what feels like empty empathy For our ancestors wearing shackles and chains, Reparations some say are on the way.
By Sharika4 years ago in Poets
A Thought That Is Folly
Two feet in shallowed water, stand idle. Curled toes caressing the sand, make prints. But wander back to the shore, none follow.
By Joan Crow4 years ago in Poets
Checkmate
Heart of a slave, blood of a King He's seen it all so you can't tell him a thing Purple heart like Prince you can't stop the reign And it wasn't until he left that you realized he came But now he has changed, potential fulfilled Ego's been killed, hurt healed, fake finally turned real Truth reveled about the deep waters that were still Yet and still he's still the blue steel selected for the kill Everyone looking wondering who is he The artist beyond the art Who scared his heart so beautifully That they filled that void with a spark Wondering where did it start When did reality jump on stupidity's cart When did the lick become the mark? What's the price paid to play his part?
By Steven Hawkins4 years ago in Poets
Rich Soil
Meaningless draught, meandering feeling, Bar talk, believe not the sweet whispering, Thinking things talked in the deep darkness,
By Gord Haggerty4 years ago in Poets
Becoming
Face up Pink pussies silent beneath my back Men, I've known thumbs up line up to watch the girl (I used to be) heaving and bleeding
By Julia4 years ago in Poets
Piece 2: They
We laughed when she cried. We wouldn't leave her alone. Humorous, humorous her misery was The games we played Us, her demons, she count not slay.
By Bryttnie Chaffin4 years ago in Poets
Mental Corrosion Genocide
stay tuned to that station sit tight in that chair do not attempt to think for yourself be passive, controlled, unaware
By Bren4 years ago in Poets
The Fear in Joy
We march through the streets dressed in rainbows and smiles Dancing and waving at cheering crowds But even as I wave, I can see them—
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Poets
Red Parade
——————————————————————————————————- Patrons of her, sell her strip her in courtrooms To yield power over her harass,exploit, taunt her
By DragonFly4 years ago in Poets
Conflict Cages
It's easy to choose when only you will bruise There's no pressing pause cause you know that the cost is dredging the past; it comes up so fast
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Poets
Mistakes
Mistakes Reminiscing through childhood memories All the adventures of my youth I would trade almost anything To go back when i was two
By Thomas F4 years ago in Poets