social commentary

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

The Carnival
Carnal Carnage Carnival July Fourth, 1981 it was a hot summer day at the carnival Cardboard, caramel popcorn and
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
The Devil in the Night
I am like the great caged, tamed lion dying in the bitter loneliness of Being & exist like bowled goldfish trapped inside
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Old-Time Radio and the Mercury Theater
I want to tell you about Old-time Radio and the Mercury Theater it comes out over the airwaves cold & drone w/ scripted precision
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
A Poetic Ode to Nipsey Hussle
All you WantedWas a better worldfor your people,your hood,access towhat is wholesome,and good. Access tohealthy foods,knowledge, and informationis what youknew we of the darker huedeserved.
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
Alone
Alone I yawn and create a parody song About a girl I used to know She was a star of a freak show She's in you
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Cruel Words
A man writes words into a notebook in his room, pages and then crumbles them up and burns them away The smoke lingers on into night
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Bewilderment
The trust is in this digest This minute bewilderment has slowly lobotomized the maddened Visitors. And now for the cold sip. I'm tired of drinking.
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
Ode to Andy Kaufman, Deceased?
Poor Andy dead and gone Left us here to sing-a-long Foreign little man with a neck brace on... Poor Andy dead and gone
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
The Old Horse Laughs
Comedy is at once fruit and a vegetable, like a rotten tomato thrown in the face. Parody is the answer. The old horse laughs
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
My Thoughts on Being a Racist?
As I sip my morning coffee... Stop falling for the Willie Bobo. There's a saying black people can't be racist. Unfortunately, I am a black person who makes racist comments, which has shown me I have been a Racist unknowingly. Since now we want to teach racist behavior in the workplace is this another fucken distraction.
By Catherine Warren "KittyRose"7 years ago in Poets
The Day Is Born
I painted the canvas black using burnt cork to show what I see inside my head when I close my eyes The Day is born
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets
On the Boardwalk
People Walk hand in hand Smiles Sunlight Shining Beaches Ocean Breeze Salt water Taffy a baby cries Mister Peanut
By Joe King7 years ago in Poets