social commentary

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

The Drama of the Not-So-Gifted Child
I could seize at the production lines, As well as to produce these rhymes Structure and a living wage Instead of wasted rage and a wasted talent, too. But beware, beware That talent's not wasted Anymo...
Gabriela Coelhoa month ago
I Don’t Want to Be Human
I don't wanna be human like you I don't wanna be small like you I don't want to be that weak The problem is we're all born human We live we die We don't do much You can try to help others in your life...
Yvonne Knighta month ago
Shoot Then Think
Kids have nothing better to do, Then go shoot up schools, just because some kids were cruel to you. Is that what you think you will do? That they will be dead, So, what if they’re dead, They will just...
Tash Hawkinsa month ago
Don't Forget to Celebrate
Don't forget to celebrate The achievements of others We lose ourselves Too easily In jealousy and envy The guise of competition Paints our minds dark Positivity hidden in the shadows Don't forget to c...
John Oxleya month ago
Other Side of the Street
You pass us on the other side of the street. Do you really see us? From the other side of the street. What do you see from the other side of the street? The unwashed, the doped, the lazy. The drunk, t...
Josiah Willa month ago
I'm Sorry
Let's start with the most under used, over rated, long weak winded, real sentimental bullshit phrase that's came out of the special species that's used all too often and not enough. I'm sorry. I'm sor...
Gabriela Coelhoa month ago
You Don’t Know Anything
I'm sorry you think that you're always right But please tell me did you fact check your Allegations Why can't you just see I'm not the monster here You only listen to what they have to say About me I'...
Seneca Basoaltoa month ago
H.M.T.H.Y.D.T.W
How many times have you died this week? suddenly I saw it, midway down the street, seven shots of forget-me-nots bottled in his hands – I cannot convince you to delegate disaster, or divide us into tw...
Fiona Myersa month ago
Room for Lost Souls
We all sit there in silence. Not awkward silence; we all know each other, it's a silent understanding. We sit in this room because the noise outside is too loud. It hurts our heads; our souls to surro...
Seth Michaela month ago
Crystallized Brain
I found your name and number in a bathroom stall Took you down right there but you never called Nine Inches Of Dick little black boy you could have it all while listening to Nine Inch Nails on And on ...
Gabriela Coelhoa month ago
Thoughts
Sitting in a room looking out, seeing nothing but white Empty, alone, yet never alone with all these thoughts never alone with all these regrets and fears Listening to a soft song with sad lyrics Usin...
Shayla M.a month ago
One Race
We are all one race In the race of life that tries to berate us––that tries to break us And like the fragile wings of a baby bird, we try to take flight But something always tries to stop us And even ...
Chahat Sharmaa month ago
Brown Goddesses
When life becomes disappointing, When society turns on you and stops making sense, When you find new joys rising up your belly like butterflies and you are told to swallow them whole, because "log kya...
L. D.2 months ago
Border Crossing
Border crossings are terrifying Be they borders Geographical Physical Emotional Societal or Metaphysical The borders between two countries between two states between two cities between adolescence & a...
Christina Hall2 months ago
Mob Mentality
Drown out their sound The exploited ghettos Are taking the blame For everything We're made to win It's in our bloodshed When will the tipping point Return Again? When the street had the power It was o...
Maggie LaCosta2 months ago
Who Gave You the Right?
Dear Kind Sir, Who gave you the right to take a life? If you believe we are one Would you murder something yourself I mean who gave you the right To eat your neighbor Because your stronger, Think your...
J. Crosby2 months ago
"For Whoever Is Listening"
For whoever is listening, The boy with the dangly earring doesn't want to fight. A gentle soul, Collecting whispers through the wind. We are only feeding the lonely hearts And silencing those who list...
Megan Baranko2 months ago
B. Shelby
A country remains divided Will we ever stand united? Those who have been trained to protect and serve Are making excuses so their own lives are preserved A present fear of diversity, of color, and of ...