social commentary

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

War's Lesson Never Learned
History taught as gospel in education, Altered by each and every nation, Facts manipulated for the masses, By the elite ruling classes,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Girl of Gold, Truth Be Told
As I sit here damp with tears I attempt to throw away my fears I set my sights on a girl of gold The girl I'd like to be before I'm old
By Mary Devlin8 years ago in Poets
What Is Important?
Yes, I am drowning in papers, pencils, and books. Just add to that stack. No, I did not do the assignment, because I had other homework to finish and I decided what was more important.
By Krista Barnish8 years ago in Poets
Disconnected
Disconnected There are no real connections anymore We communicate only through screens Never saying much to anyone in person
By D.C. Bugg8 years ago in Poets
Gentle Fall of the Patriarchy
The patriarchy, built on lies and the demise of the feminine power. I raise hands and give thanks for the hour we have reached
By Morgan Leigh Callison8 years ago in Poets
Hours Looking Down
birds fly away while we flock towards destruction. they’re afraid of disaster, we are made up of it. now the whole world is
By sofia libra8 years ago in Poets
The Generican Dream
The whole World's against you, but we'll make you make believe it's your friend. The system you've fell for 'Stockholm' chokes the very freedom we throw away.
By Christian Robles8 years ago in Poets
ABCs on a Budget
A tribe called Quest Ballin on a budget Calling grandma on her birthday Doing what I want when work allows it Eating too much pizza has not killed anyone I know
By Savannah McCain8 years ago in Poets
I Can’t Stop
I. Can’t. Stop. I can’t stop breathing I can’t stop needing Under the pressure reeling! This pressure my head kneading
By Kathryn Brown8 years ago in Poets
#The5thYearHealing: A Self-Relinquishing
I noticed a peculiar blue light shining through the little window of the bathroom in my new-old house. The color was too cool to be light from the rose gold glow of the neighborhood street lamps, so I stopped.
By @of_the_nile_renee8 years ago in Poets
Free
Free things come with a price tagAnd we are stricken with poverty.Some of us are so far in debtThat we cannot afford the time to waste.We cannot feed the minds of childrenBecause books and lockersCan't simply be borrowed.Freedom itself is a luxuryAnd many pay for it with their livesAs they've got nothing left to giveBut literal arms and legs,Pledges to a fiat cloth flagThat was more than likely made in China.We spend everything we canOn the cost of livingAt the cost of dying.
By Jessica Snow8 years ago in Poets
Call to the World
Let me be the first to attest to the sins of man, to say that not only are we not perfect but that we can hardly stand . Let me be the first to say that we are at fault , give me a moment to explain and you’ll understand.
By Mynx Kilimaro8 years ago in Poets