There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Middle of the night, there goes an owl speak Things made sense, maybe not to people of this modern scene The world has lost it, my pen has seen it all
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
Is it you they stalk As a passerby you walk Is it at you they look As if you were an item To have been took Are you in the dark
By Mary McMichael8 years ago in Poets
Milk turns gray to golden A bag of tea ruins its color Yes, it adds a taste to it But cannot return its olden days.
By Prasun Parimal8 years ago in Poets
There are people we love, and people we hate. There are colleagues at work and your best mate There are people we’ve never met
By Matt Look8 years ago in Poets
A white fog steals possessively over the old horizon They call it Progression We call it Oppression. Leaving depression in the eyes of those whose nativity is destroyed in the name of luxury
By Elle Marrie8 years ago in Poets
Dear Racism, I wonder why you exist. Why you do harm too many people. Just because we are a certain color, race, or even ethnicity doesn't mean you should treat us poorly.
By Ricky S8 years ago in Poets
We, the people of the United States Denying people from war-torn states In a state of mind of panic and fear Don't know where to go in this unclear atmosphere
By BONESY8 years ago in Poets
Another day, another tragedy, but today, it's more than tragic, see, What happened today was someone who's "insane" just took out their rage, and they took out their hate on the innocent victims we honor today
By Alex B8 years ago in Poets
Feel yourself become one Breathe Breathe in the fresh air of the morning sun The trees that play music with the wind Animals that find home within its everlasting brush
By Tara Bush8 years ago in Poets
Students are shipped like cargo To a place they don’t want to go To learn things they don’t care about Yet adults wonder why when they talk they shout
By Bat Kid8 years ago in Poets
"Normal: The Generation of People Who Want To Die" By L. Stone Call me crazy, say I'm wrong, Because people are going judge like they have all along,
By L Stone8 years ago in Poets
We live in a virtual reality, The lines between our online indentity and our personality lack clarity We Swipe right, swipe left.
By Lucy Perrin8 years ago in Poets
