social commentary

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

The American Dream
Don't judge a person by their skin pigmentation.. this fucking nation is dividing us.. America we tried? Where's our pride? Just more lies. I'd rather hide then be bribed have I described the land of the free? Nah we're all banned from collecting rain water. Stop sir, that's someone's daughter..you just slaughtered. Stop being an arrogant American before you're left as an empty skeleton. I'd rather take a dump on Trump before I claim him as my president.. I know you're thinking isn't she a resident? I didn't choose to be born here .. I mourn the fact I was given white privilege .. how hard it must be to live in a third world village..we need to be more driven..
By Feeling Brand New8 years ago in Poets
My World
Sit alone at the top if my world, watching it burn to the ground; Bells ringing and the ambers cracking. The great buildings that once stood tall turn to ashes it's a long way down but when I get there I'll have nothing to show. I've seen my city burn. What more pain could you put me through? I could rebuild an empire to have it set ablaze and that still couldn't touch the pain that was put in my heart the day my city, nay my world, turn to ash around me. A legacy rebuild and remembered by everything we despise. Loathing, Hypocrisy, Fear. As the bells stopped so does Another mortal life giving birth to another truly immortal thought.
By Deadman Roselia Theodor Tompkins8 years ago in Poets
Tell Them
Tell pharmacists I’m banned. Tell the nightmares I’m not returning. Tell my therapist I’ll be back. Tell the preacher I’m still bisexual.
By Kristen Hall8 years ago in Poets
The Reality of War
It had been an intense yet entirely pointless battle, Many were slaughtered as if they were merely cattle. I’d thought I was doing something noble and pious,
By Z D A8 years ago in Poets
Un-Becoming
How do we un-become ourselves? Strength is woven into our skin From the first time Our mother said “beauty hurts.” And how do we forget what she created
By Arely Varela8 years ago in Poets
The Pain of Racism
This is a poem I wrote in honor of all the people who have racist and/or prejudiced family members. We love our family, but it hurts to hear them say mean and derogatory things towards other ethnic groups.
By Gloria Rose8 years ago in Poets
The Awakening (Part One)
Whatever happened to the world where we were supposed to be treated as equals. Instead the government lies, they pick and choose who to treat as people.
By Alex Rios8 years ago in Poets
Colors
Yellow When she first saw him, he was smiling at her. It wasn’t a normal, friendly-stranger smile; it made her feel safe and welcome. She couldn’t help the question that knitted into her eyebrows when she noticed him looking at her, but he either didn’t catch it or didn’t care. He kept on smiling at her—a smile that felt like the sun.
By Allison Jones8 years ago in Poets
Gun Control
It's time for the world to make a clean slate It's time for the world to wash the blood from its hands It's time for the world to get a grip on gun control
By Janelle Ouellet8 years ago in Poets
Beyond First Glance
Step and stagger fall to the ground. Wake to police, and a siren sound. Two black eyes and headaches remain. Those who loved you are still in pain.
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Poets
Another Mass Murder
2018, living in a world, it’s nothing but cold. Kid was nothing but 19-years-old. Cold blooded killer didn’t care about anyone else’s life.
By Alex Rios8 years ago in Poets
American Nightmare
American nightmare, I sit in stains. My address is the alley behind the convenience store, in the cardboard box without a view. I am anonymous, and ignored, looked on as the worst sort of person; A freeloader, a bum, a blight, a blemish on the fair face of your society's illusion of perfection.
By Jade Grayson8 years ago in Poets