social commentary

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

Mental Vomit and Pessimistic Shit
if only we knew as children when our elders claimed truths only elder would be able to know threw living were true. if we only knew. if we did know would it be different. would things have drastically changed or would we be doomed to make the same decisions same mistakes. would it be better or would it be worse?
By Jenna Stonebarger8 years ago in Poets
Hair
I’ll do up my hair really nice With tear-stained cheeks But no one likes you when you’re sad You’ve gotta be a pretty girl
By Angelica Allen8 years ago in Poets
Question to Ask You
Let me ask you Do you know what it’s like and Do you like it? Being dead while you’re alive Sounds glamorous - Do you know what it’s like?
By E. Louise Sullivan8 years ago in Poets
23 June, 2016
I drink Italian coffee in bed via French Press, I daydream of an Irish Guinness later to unwind and de-stress. I sit on German engineering and I lie in Swedish sheets,
By Mofuth Yomu8 years ago in Poets
The Big If
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a friend. That's just the way it is, and always has been, from the very beginning and to the very end.
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Equality and Poverty
How can we say we live in a world of equality? When our basic needs and more are being attended to, but there are children around the world who are living in poverty?
By Who Am I?8 years ago in Poets
Hold On
It seems that times are changing, I'm told keep walking on, Life doesn't wait for us and the good old days are gone. Reminiscing happy memories, remembering where I've been,
By Kelly Louise8 years ago in Poets
The Lost Ones
The sound of their screams echoes across centuries The blood-soaked grounds bleed the blood of our relatives The voices of our ancestors vanquished in time, forgotten in history
By Tiffany Orton8 years ago in Poets
Resurgence
** Windows 95 starting...** Loaded, ready to go Firewall active, but the systems still slow?! Click, click...Delete, delete...
By Bryttany Mack8 years ago in Poets
Coward
If someone's already down,Bleeding out on the ground,You don't land the final blow.You leave them alone. Landing that final blow,When they can't even protect themselves?That's cowardly.You.You're cowardly.
By Aneta Zygmunt8 years ago in Poets
Reckoned With
You come at me strong; some force to be reckoned with, knocking me down flat in the blink of an eye — taken from one stance to none.
By D B8 years ago in Poets
Amerikkka
OPPRESSION . RECESSION. DEPRESSION. BLACK SKIN MAKES YOU LESS THAN LESS THAN. REPARATIONS. A GROTESQUE SITUATION. WHO BUILT THIS COUNTRY ON THEIR BACKS
By Brenée Carey8 years ago in Poets