social commentary

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

Exit Ego
Am I original? Not really, Regurgitating the underlined Statement in a sentence read aloud by a Generation of the traumatized,
By Anastasia 4 years ago in Poets
Money isn't Listening
Money decides what clothes you wear, and what clothes you don’t. Money decides how far your formal education goes. Money chooses those who survive and those who won’t.
By Jupiter Renee4 years ago in Poets
Isn't It Exciting
From the shadows, we gained sunlight From our rooms, we fled the streets To come out, to be loud So let us all be proud
By Caroline4 years ago in Poets
Acquiescence
What happened to critical thinking? What happened to thinking for oneself? Humanity keeps on further sinking To the point where it can’t even recognize its true self
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Poets
Floating in a World of Haste
Floating in a world of haste, serenely, swooning in a daze, a world I can no longer see or hear as the silence is upon us
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
Run, girl. Run.
Run, girl. Run. They're going down a path you can't follow. Each step littered with paper like contraband in prison, Each paper a trigger,
By Jules Margaret4 years ago in Poets
Sidewalk Sweeping
I never felt at home at Pride, I never felt safe or sound, I always felt afraid. Jumbled up in the crowds and cacophony,
By Lucy Richardson4 years ago in Poets
III.
i have dared to dream away my dear and eldest friend a friend called Doubt. i have frowned and summoned
By Antiquity Anecdotes4 years ago in Poets
Your Big Words Do Not Impress Me
Author's Note: The following is the 9th poem in my self-challenge to write a poem a day. Click here for the first poem in this challenge. Thank you for reading and wish me luck to keep the pace ❤ Note: This poem is of a deeply personal nature only and is not intended to be taken as a promotion for or against ANY movement, whether political or sociological.
By Lena Beana4 years ago in Poets
The Privilege of Silence
I can't afford to be silent after the parade Once the man, who has never had death grace his doorstep simply because of his existence, has made a few million
By Rebeka Nguyen4 years ago in Poets
After the Protests
This morning everything was wild, Now the world is quiet. The protestors have all gone home, And I feel disquiet. My heart feels empty and heavy,
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Poets
The Fifth of July
After the fireworks have faded, And the hot dogs have been eaten, Will our nation still be jaded? By other countries beaten?
By Noah Glenn4 years ago in Poets