social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
5am
The honk of a car horn, a word shouted from a passing lorry, or the old men outside the pub The slap of a hand on my thigh or arse or tits that somehow you get away with, get away with wholly, completely, as the establishment turns a blind eye as your friends laugh it off as "you being you"
By Katherine Illsley8 years ago in Poets
I Am The Mighty Dollar
I come in many forms, of course. Pardon my wide grin but my master tells me that I'm the cream of his crop when it comes to deals with dwellers at the top. I am the perfect tool that'll never rust or be shucked aside because I am trust, ever-changing, rearranging, yet to be defeated, thanks for the applause — you may be seated.
By Pamela Benjamin8 years ago in Poets
