social commentary

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

The House Was Quiet
The house was quiet the world was calm Except for the wars being fought over seas And children screaming as cities are torn apart
By Skylar Cribb8 years ago in Poets
What Is Sick?
Was the world this sick when we were young? Did it contract something vile during one of its many turns, or has the illness of hate kept us company from the beginning?
By Autumn Rain8 years ago in Poets
Psychology
It is fascinating what you put in your mind So, please take my advice be kind It is all about your mental state and behavioral state
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
Perfection
Everyone wishes to be perfect. Working day and night to have some prospect. Prospect of life, on what matters, not looking in the mirror won’t change that it shatters.
By Someone 👑8 years ago in Poets
Day In, Day Out
I never wanted to be one of these robots, who lived for their weekend. An endless dose of day in, day out. Bank Holidays designed to prevent people from quitting their jobs-
By Tazmin Pye8 years ago in Poets
The Tool Which Poisons Society
Death of Society From atoms to stars The universe is social Where did we go wrong? Ares Bow down to death god Childrens' laughs snuffed from gunshots
By Katte Noel8 years ago in Poets
I Don’t Let Remarks like 'Gringa' or 'White-Washed' Put Me Down
I wake up in the morning. I smell the aroma of pancakes and freshly brewed black coffee. My mother and her own mother confer in fluent Spanish,
By Carolina Machado8 years ago in Poets
The Strong Survive Alone
Excuse me please, may I get some assistance? Standing in the public aid line with a baby on my hip and one running around me in circles. Yea I know it sounds crazy but what can I say when im a single mother. Struggling to survive and making sure I can provide for the mouths I gave birth to. Milk, eggs, cereal, medicine all comes at a price when you dont got no advice, no money, not even the baby daddy that helped you produce. It was all glitter and gold when yall was together but as soon as the test turned positive everything turned negative.
By Breonte Smith8 years ago in Poets
First You're a Slave to the Education System, Then to the Corporations
It’s often hard to say who I am. How could I? When I sometimes don’t even know myself. I am a woman, age of nineteen. That is for sure.
By Carolina Machado8 years ago in Poets
Blind
Reign in the mist of paradise Where lust, money and envy shower the throne The shadow of immorality dawns upon the streets
By Sandy Jackson8 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Being Poor
When i was a girl i lived in a house Eight people lived in that house That house was the only home i knew It was a burgundy colored home
By Gloria Rose8 years ago in Poets
Roommates
I've never shared space with a stranger before, But, like a sudden kiss laid upon my temples in a round shape, Your presence is as chilling as it is familiar.
By Hanorah H8 years ago in Poets