social commentary

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

The Pavlovian Dream
It is a dissonance in our way of life that has trampled our growth. Amidst the illusion of space and time we learned to live
By n.r. lahti5 years ago in Poets
American
It’s so weird now to determine what you believe When laws are bent and wrongs reprieved It’s gotten easier I suppose I wish it were harder, I don’t know
By Christian Koller5 years ago in Poets
What is identity?
What is identity? Well, I think it's being exactly who I want to be. A pretty rainbow; a colorful, strong, poised, beautiful arch. A free, lucid, living creation of the cosmos. Identity is your spirit, uncaged, unbound...free. That is, without society, or labels, to categorize or define me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
Enoughs Enough
Enoughs Enough I shouldn’t have to live in fear of being shot by cops, I shouldn’t but the fear is real the killing Has to stop. All we want is justice, to live love and be free equal rights not just for whites, will justice ever be?
By Sean Paul5 years ago in Poets
My world
When the world was new it was beautiful from the stars above it, a joy to behold. The water so blue, the grass so green, nothing but beauty.
By Kristina White 5 years ago in Poets
Once Upon A Rhyme
In the beginning of time Niggas was lemons and women were lime And when life gives you lemons you make lemonade So a Niggas made
By Oran Jones II5 years ago in Poets
Backwards firefighter
New world what can it hold A bunch of people ready to mold Mechanical hounds coming for you But your its target nothing you can do
By Kaylynn Marie Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Wild Girl
My mother, and her mother and every woman that came before her carry within their blood, a history of hardships. It is the quiet sigh of a girl
By Starlight5 years ago in Poets
Getting Burned By The American Dream
I want to bake an apple pie, and eat the whole goddamn thing. There were never enough slices of the American Dream for everyone.
By Becky Curl5 years ago in Poets
My Name Is Covid-19
My name is covid-19, I originated in China, I will spread through this world, Even in North Carolina. ... I go with any transportation,
By Lopes Charmingman5 years ago in Poets
Burning Constitution
I need to understand just what it is you hold so tight This evident remand that shades your principles true light
By Robert Trakofler5 years ago in Poets
What a Life...
Chaos... Constant chaos to my left, and to my right. So much confusion. The fear is paralyzing. The lack of identity is so misguiding.
By Anna Maitum5 years ago in Poets