social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Mow the lawn
A master told his servant to mow the lawn The grass in the garden is far too tall, Mow it down, let it fall. Lest they should stand up by themself, Cut it down take their wealth. Cut it ragged, cut it neat, Lest they should stand on their own two feet. Break the clouds, let it rain, Reign on people, bring the pain. Let it run red rivers of rouge, Beat the clouds, black, purple and blue. Beat the clouds well soft as clay, Those who stand tall, make them pay. Cut the grass quick, do it at night, Turn the light off, blind their sight. Leave the weeds and the thorns, Let them grow like fields of corn. Let the grass turn brown and red, Cut it down make it dead. Can’t you see my green uniform, I am in charge, my law is the norm. I'll break your white teeth from straight to crooked, I am the law, my way is not wicked.
By M. Olayinka5 years ago in Poets
