social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
I Am A Bullet.
I Am The Bullet! One bullet's story, one life sacrificed in the telling, millions more chapters to come, billions of case histories all gathering dust in the vast gaping maw of time. You be the judge on this one how does this bullet make you feel???
By Matthew F. Blowers III8 years ago in Poets
Back in the Day
Back in the Day Back in the day life was simple and straight (and not always great) but life had a path that most of us took, which often panned out like a well-known book. Our parents had money to pay for just living not mobiles and tablets and cars and ‘just giving’. We all went to school in one way or other and then got a job just to earn bread and butter. Of course, we had dreams and ambitions and plans but always in mind was one thing at a time. Work. Study. Qualify. Rise. Happy, no gadgets yet still have fun in our eyes. Relationships at school were innocent fun, more serious later and then wedding bells rung. A small home sufficed with make do and mend. No expectations of thousands to spend on furnishings, gadgets and cupboards of crap (full of additives, salt and all sorts of plap). Holidays? No. Or maybe just one in a year or a weekend of sun on the coast (not abroad but here). But then time went by and our incomes improved so we could get a car or eventually move to a house a bit bigger. At some point came children and playing outside, reading a comic or having a bike to ride. And so, on it went. Life wasn’t easy but it was well spent.
By Julie Murrow8 years ago in Poets
Does It Help to Hate?
The backlash of a formidable foe will only sore my back / As I listen to the words of one who once ruled / But does it matter if I hate or love / Or find some home in the middle? / Many have reigned and won / Just as many have reigned and lost / The broad relationship trickles down to my own acquaintance / And a judgment most foul will either form or deplete what kind words have already been uttered / Can someone love without agreement? / Or can someone agree with the one who they hate? / Enemies are formed faster than friends it seems / when the soul we have yet to know / Through a law of rushing conclusions / one must find the time to wait / and heed the words of one / Who on one cent imparts some sense once common: / "Defeat your enemies by making them your friends"
By Ashley Weaver8 years ago in Poets
