social commentary

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

Plots
Downward where headed as we're beheaded. Slowing up I cannot for I have a plot and it's in a specific spot so I'll scoop until I rot unless I reach the dot. The sun speaking again but I'm deep in the trench where there’s no air vents can I truly pretend. I'm parched and there staring from the porch but I must push forward. Still its sweltering and this area so vast boy could I go for a very cold glass. Here you are boy! No sir I'll pass for I'm headed steadfast to finish my task. Wondering deeply now why I didn’t except. Well quiet is kept you never let them see you sweat so inward I step. Should have better prepared for a challenge so vast but who am I to turn down this great task. For nothing is what I ask I'm moving through my path without being detached. Losing my pace when the ending of the day is on its way? Not a chance in America should I breathe a breath of I'm a quitter. It's the sweetest taste of things so bitter I'll aim to push for what's much bigger. Oh I see now you think because in still digging down that I'm not hither. Since you can’t see well follow me as we go deep. Down comes the sun and I'm nowhere near done but I’m leading a big one and I can’t leave till it's done. Up and over left and right shoulder lower and lower I feel as if I’m getting closer. To what I bet you wonder well to what's down under, but don’t get winded so much more to keep digging. Picture hot winds whistling and rattle snakes hissing but I have no fear I'm not quitting. I got a goal I'm going to reach and there’s no weather or bruiser stopping me. Oxen and bull you’d think my head was made of because low and behold there goes a buzz must be my blood. The bees or passing through but can’t get there antennas off me truth. I even been eating veggies I've been drinking fruit only way I'll be able to find myself ever getting through. Marching out of a jaded shroud my thoughts begin to scream. The fatigue of lifting and tossing is given my body a fire. Something in my soul won’t allow me to aim to retire so I conspire to push onward. Muscles beginning to frown but how could I put this shovel down it’ll be the equivalent to letting my family down. After all I'm not mellow or brown the darkness my skin has found. So I push to uplift a curse but it won’t be with the use of any verse. I must put in this most valuable work after all if not me who would they call first. Out my chest my heart burst you’d suspect I've been over worked. Not in the slightest my anxiety is on a riot and I'm hyped to a max my body's on fire. I kick it up a notch cranking out my best. I don’t think endurance was ready to be put to the test yet today it's our protective vest. Share no pain give no agony for I have to end this without so lost in additive. Must be a shame to observe so much power wanting it to push the electricity through the wire. Let my words inspire bring reprieve because low and behold I'm now chest deep. The moons hanging around now many are those the most beautiful stars. Once in a while I look up just to see the shift change or who's now in charge. No one come out to bother me I'm steadily rocking with no way to come close to stopping. Guess they’re starting to wonder what's he really plotting? Polishing more the game got to be shined up nice so when I'm done hear I have No problem picking up my wife and my kids if they like. One arm to arms a hear in hand the heart in me is in high demand. See my trials and hear me scram little is invested in one that doesn’t plan. Oddly embodied the spirit in will set my arms on fire and flames to my heels.
By Desormes 5 years ago in Poets
Not Who I am!
Not who I am Media portrays me as a savage on the loose Maybe it’s my fault—I fiend for the juice Because of these quick dollars-I sell dreams
By Roderick Allen5 years ago in Poets
Unknown World
The world I used to love so dearly, is becoming unknown to me Maybe I was too young to see the chaos’ Growing up I never saw the things that I see now
By A.poems 5 years ago in Poets
Papa'merica
Dear Papa'merica, This is Mama'erica, here, and we need to talk to set things straight. We need to talk about you, Papa'merica, and your shoes. Now you up and became the President of the United States, but that didn't make you king of the world ok. You can't be a hero, if you act like a zero. You can't just be a bully, pointing fingers, and like magic everyone does your bidding. I'm not kidding. How many people did you fire and burn along the way? How many people did you walk over? Which ones did you keep? Which one stayed? I question you because I don't think you realize that Democracy doesn't work that way, ok. If it did, then it would be tyranny.
By donna umali5 years ago in Poets
GOODBYE TRUMP
Dear John, I am breaking up with you. It is not the hardest thing to do. I knew from the start, You were bad for my heart.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Poets
The Brink of a New Beginning
When I look at America through the eyes of its people I see hope, I see life and I see an enduring spirit There is nothing that America cannot do if it
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
A Riddle For Trump!!!
There once was a character named Trump, Who thought he was truly thumbs up. As he gazed in the mirror all day, He wondered, could there be a way.
By JMonique5 years ago in Poets
New Earth Doula
Uncertain future, But isn’t it always? Hurtling through space, And all that. Wizard minister, In this body - Using strength
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Poets
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I’ve written this letter to express, The problems we’ve suffered of late With no intention to berate, belittle, befuddle,
By Michael Lee Tucker5 years ago in Poets
The Canner
I heard the clink of bottles inside rusty wheels I asked in broken Fuzhounese why her hands were chapped She said, I pay my rent in pennies
By C S Maximilian Myler5 years ago in Poets
The Heat
London swelters. The heat wont last for long, It never does. But for now we sit under shaded bower, The lawns a no man's land of grass,
By Elspeth Evans5 years ago in Poets
Peer Pressure
Hot take: "If you step on a crack you break your mamma’s back" Was effectively The “Share this with 10 people Or you’ll have bad luck for seven years”
By S.C. Says5 years ago in Poets