social commentary

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

BLM...
As I stand…white against blue for black Against the corrupt system, the oppression. My brothers and sisters, that bleed the same colors
By Anna Thompson6 years ago in Poets
Why are the Police so mean?
My Fellow Officers I got one thing to say, "Why?" Why do you have to be so mean? Do you hate us? Are we that bad people?
By Gladys W. Muturi6 years ago in Poets
The Broom
The Broom..... Fuck you Broom! You have been placed in my hand since I was a little girl! Putting me into the category of the typical society!
By Anatonia Garcia6 years ago in Poets
Were You There?
When words just can't come together and you struggle to find something, anything that could shake people to the core as to why we are doing this to one another - in this quietness, an answer hopefully comes.
By Jason A6 years ago in Poets
Protest!
My country is broken and we better find a way to fix it before we make so many enemies, we can no longer predict it. The rich are too rich,
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in Poets
My Perception
Please check my perception; I seek a world full of love and peace Where those we love stay Where there is no division inside and outside of races.
By Elizabeth Ferrell6 years ago in Poets
HELPING AND HOPING
HELPING AND HOPING In my fridge and in my pantry Lots of wine always comes in handy Boredom and snacking and watching the telly
By Tammy Wells6 years ago in Poets
WAITING
WAITING It started for me, before we were told Covid19 had taken its hold I broke my wrist ! Son of a b***h !
By Tammy Wells6 years ago in Poets
Fortitude
“I will never get there,” as she read those words, feeling that they were directed at her. She imagined that she would never get to breathe in the exotic fragrance, touch the artifacts, or see the beauty in simple things no one pays attention to anymore. Like smelling the air in the Sistine chapel, see the sun coloring the sky with its beautiful hues as it slid slowly to bed behind the pyramids, visiting the mysterious books in Alexandria’s remaining library, smelling their souls as she turns the pages of parchment in awe of the foreign words.
By Julie Unruh6 years ago in Poets
No Hypocrisy Intended
Do not want to start a war with north and south Do not want to just have a really big mouth It took some math to build the cotton combine
By Bruce Underwood6 years ago in Poets
A War of 31 Years
I arrived at this moment only after emerging from a waging war inside of myself. A war of two identities. A quiet, fiery war. A war of 31 years.
By Hanamonsterz6 years ago in Poets
Tik Tok - The Clock Is Ticking
Tainted blue shields of tin affixed upon cowardly and racist chests of nostalgic BROWNSHIRTS. Melanin breathe asphyxiated inhumanly
By Artikleblak6 years ago in Poets