Most Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

There was an old man with holes in his shoes,
Begging for his bottle of booze,
A woman and child cardboard for a home,
Roaming the streets with nowhere to go,
A cripple with a homemade sign,
"Can you spare a nickel? A dime?",
A big eyed young girl holding a cup,
"Mister do you have a buck?",
A veteran lost since Vietnam,
Holding a poster"Help or I'll starve",
Hopeless hungry with no job,
Wow, we have so many problems,
How in the world will we ever solve them...

Cautiously I walk night hours on mean street
Pitbull stretched on chains waiting to attack
Courthouse stands behind reinforced concrete
Reminders of life we want to take back

Sirens erupt and shatter peaceful night
Screeching tires lay down rubber's foolish grin
An old lady pulls down her shades in fright
Lonely souls wait for darkness to begin

Loud are idle youth that travel in packs
Pretend to be brave and laughing out loud
Carelessly roaming and crossing wrong tracks
A fight breaks out inside a huddled crowd

Ends to vulgarity is violence
When jobless youth are loosing innocence

They took our food, they took our land
They robbed us of our pride
When the bodies started piling up
They kicked them to the side

Forced labour and enslavement
While the tall men had their wine
Onlookers from a golden view
Those men once on our side

No potatos in the pot
No cattle in the fields
Our ancient forests exported
To a land of wealth and greed

No medicine for the sick
No fuel for the fire
No shoes for our feet
In a country run by liars

No religion and no schools
Our language banned from speech
Our ancient music outlawed
Nothing left was free

With no hope left they soon would flee
Away across the ocean
To a land of hope and promise
Now the plan was set in motion

Goodbye cruel Isle forever
Good riddens to your foreign rule
We'll take our chances elsewhere
Never more to play the fool

We'll take our chances elsewhere
Forget your foreign rule...

This silence all around me
So loud it deafens me
All this empty space
I feel crowded in

This bed so big and empty
On the edge I sleep
The dreams they crowd around me
And all they shout your name

Hot tears soak my pillow
A sob escapes my throat
Tomorrow is another day
I face all alone

A red light he ran
And drunk as well
Took away my love my life
With not a thought or care

Here I'm left with all this pain
While he walks head held high
Just a fine not even jail
The law just didn't care

Flowing like raw sewage in the gutter
Becomes the opulance of your success
The gated walls on your hilltops shutter
Out any sight the very souls you oppress

What is born from privilege will always rest
When more work needs to be done for others
So many struggle to survive their best
Downwind from your fire a smoke smothers

Somehow always the rich will gain in wealth
Carelessly grows the weeds of Olympus
Stench of poverty is not very stealth
In the air chawers some catawampous

Unguided ungracious acts of meanness
Make for many a poor life meaningless

Some out of tune teens
With really bad attitudes
Taking center stage

Where are you from?
I am from Platteville, Wisconsin
I live in an apartment there
I used to live in Dickeyville, Wisconsin in a house
With my parents till I was 27
I lived in a foster home in Madison before age 3 and a half
I lived in a home of my natural parents before that
My grandparents came over in 1907 from Austria Hungary
They were German
So where are you from?
Did your relatives arive recently?
Did you move around the country you live in?
I have always lived in Wisconsin
There are some places if money wasn't an object I would like to live
Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Alaska, Ireland
Some places I would not like to live
Liberia, Somalia, Mexico, Jamaica, Haiti, Bangladesh, North Korea
So where are you from?
And where are you going?

In the back of the class the boy sat
Trying to be as quiet as quiet can be
Too many times he’d been beaten up
For no reason that he could see

At lunch time he’d slink away
A safe refuge trying to find
Once again he’d be out of luck
The bullies would find him there

Such great sport to beat him up
While others watch and cheer
Even the teachers take their time
To stop what should not have started

Another day, more bruises added
Homeward shamefully slinking
One day, he swore, he’d stop it all
Or die in the attempt of trying

Through the corridors with gun in had
The body count is rising
Dead and dying scattered around
The wounded praying and crying

On he seeks, to exact revenge
No-one safe from vengeance
How sad it is that it came to this
Could have been easily prevented

I was told
Of the trial of Morgen from Singapore
A lovelorn soul
Who thought that his worth was
As valuable as fool's gold
I endeavor here and now
Before the tribunal
To make an earnest and heartfelt
Rebuttal.
A man that has a dry sense of humor
Yet a friend and a hero to the letter
Knowledgeable about the dark and the light
A man who's only error is not to know when he is actually right.
Why should he be called here thus
In so sharp a manner
When all he's guilty of
Is the need for love
To be sure 'tis a need we all have
Instilled in us by the one above...
Foul I cry on this tribunal to mock a man's
Pained heart
What!!! Contempt of court you say?
Ha! So what if the maidens flock to his side?
You only wish you'd thought of that before....!
Against such there is no law
And here and now I declare that Morgen of Singapore is free,
Free from the demons that did haunt his mind, Free because he's got Friends
Of every kind
And love that surrounds him on every side
Such as this tribunal would never decide
This man's destiny
For it is still being woven...
Just wait and see.

Just Like a bird in a guilded cage we are all
supposed to be free ? But are we really
free ? The answer is No !, in Australia we
are compelled to vote, we are fined if
we don't vote, as our governments make
laws that control our lifestyle, when life
was created by God he deemed all of us
were born equal, that being the case why
do we need a leader to govern as we are
all as good as each other, laws create
problems in society, and corrupts our
lifestyles. When society, tells us what we are
permitted to do and even what we say and
wear, is that freedom ?, the answer is No,
we live in a society were we are forced to
accept rules on our personal appearance,
it was alright for women to wear skirts and
men to wear long pants, and boys to wear
short pants all in the name of tradition
and this is dictating our lives, if we fail to
comply we are discriminated by society and
looked upon as anti socialists which in some
extremes can lead to civil unrest and world wars,
we are all prisoners of tradition and government
laws, we do things to please everyone except
ourselves and that is selfishness that needs to
change as people need to wear and look as they
wish. here are some examples these days women
can wear pants and men even wear skirts, they
are called kilts that Irish and Scottish soldiers
would wear into battles. Makeup only woman
wear allowed to wear, yet in very early times
men would wear make up, back in the Egyptian
dynasties. It was also the same in indian tribal
customs only men wore war paint, but it has
all changed. If a man wore lipstick in the street
today he would be laughed at as being gay or
a drag queen, yet circus clowns have done this
in there work amusing children, even actors
use it with no incriminations, so why can't
men and women have a say in what they
wear and how they dress and have nothing
said about it, if we were truly free we could
do all of this, but as long as discrimination
rules society we will always be forced to obey
tradition and follow the rules that suits a select
few and not the majority of the world we live in.
This explains my thesus that we are just like
that bird in a guilded cage, we seek freedom
but can never really be free. This is the order
of our society today.