Most Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

Oh ye so cruel who doth take life
And think of it as naught
Who take delight in mother's wail
And orphan's tears which flow

You dance with joy at bodies broke
And spirits crushed, defeated
As death toll rise and bodies mount
You claim for you the victory

But remember this, you need to know
The day you stand before me
I am God who judges all
And you will feel my vengeance

the talking heads are also comics
these economic geniuses after years
are spouting praises of Misernomics
quick study concluded we're in arrears

and need to decapitalize life today
don't spend anything you ain't got
to forestall our tomorrow going away
good advice founding fathers caught

and don't pay for what you don't need
so therefore we'll cut back education
sound advice in sane person might heed
to better manage our bankrupt nation

and health and vitality merely frills
no need to waste our coins on want
when trying to cover economic ills
monetary mismanagement returns to haunt

what we want is to address our need
to count ourselves and sum our greed
those roads, bridges, electrical grids
mattered back when the things we did

were more important than take home pay
we'll keep it all and count it up
what you knew then, has now gone astray
soon Spend-it-omics could again erupt

our future, our kids, our progeny all
"This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want"
matters minor, in our countless pall
our poorest desire, the possible, too daunt

in the mean time we say "thanks a bunch"
We'll save our lives for better times
food for thought on societies free lunch
We'll save our monied economic crimes

as Silas Marner tabled reclusive coins
no weighty matters outweigh the economy
these fearful economic times purloined
might priorities reflect our tragicomedy?

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-06

Your words ring of poison
An there's hatred in the air
Only you know your background
But i'm sure no one did care

Your opinion is tainted
An a different point of view
The intensity of your words
Reflects broken images of you

Broken from the past
A childhood so severe
That nothing ever lasts
An love was never near

Or is it that you run
With the futuristic pack
Where there is strength in numbers
But alone....you are slack

You sit in devils garden
With hate on your side
An use your mouth aggresively
An mistake it for pride

You are what you are
An i'll accept that fact
But disrespect an ignorance
Is not good tact

But that doesnt bother you
For your life is a haze
An everyone around you
Just puppets in the maze

I hope one day you will see
The good side of life
An treat it with tenderness
To keep you out of strife

Who are you? so proud and tall!
You speak of freedom, For one and all,
A wise man, It is said,
Learns by past mistake,
Are we less of a fool,
If the change we don't make?
We are not the same!
And never have been,
For all over the world,
And more we have seen!
Drawn to this land, In search of a home,
Wrapped up in it's beauty,
With our seeds now well sown,
Who is it to choose, For you or for me?
For in my own eyes, We are already free!

so many faces
people from all races
show harmless love
just like the dove
united we stand
divided we fall to the ground
stick together
love one another
it makes the world go round
we need a healing to the world
a tender touch to the heart
of one in need
heal the world

Hey old man sitting there
So lost in thoughts of years gone by
Tell me now of things you've seen
And deeds that you have done

Smiling gently the old man nods
And scratches whiskery chin
A heavy sigh, where to begin
The tale of things that he has seen

When I was your age son, he said
The world was so much different
Every day the things you use
Back in my day not existed

I was born in my father's house
My mother died while birthing
By light of candle I first surveyed
This world that I arrived in

This place called home so far away
From town or nearest neighbour
A dusty track wound past our place
This road so barely travelled

One winter's night so wet and drear
The doctor could not travel
My sister's life was lost that night
Her death could've been prevented

How I missed her sweet smiling face
And her arms that gave me comfort
Fifteen was by far too young
To go and meet her maker

My father cold at best of times
Became so much more distant
He'd sit at night by candle light
And read naught but the Bible

When time came for school to go
I'd walk for many hours
One room that housed us all
One teacher for all the classes

A brutal man that beat us quick
Should we stray the slightest
Lessons learned the hard way
The beatings were quite frequent

After school when home I'd get
So weary from all the walking
So many chores awaited me
Would be dark before I finished

I was barely twelve when father died
In his sleep he passed away
Rest his soul dear God I prayed
With mum and sis is he

I left my home, was nothing here
No ties to bind me down
No memory of love and warmth
Not since my sister died

On my back a bag I carried
Was all I owned within
Not much to show for my short life
Two shirts and a cardigan

I aimed my sights for Sydney Town
It would take me many weeks
Blisters on my weary feet
And holes in soles worn thin

Here and there for a day or two
Some work I would find
Those were times when I would eat
My hunger then appeased

Most nights I'd sleep under stars
Came rain or clear night sky
Sometimes when my luck was in
I'd find a warm dry barn

The closer I came to Sydney Town
The sights that met my eyes
Buildings tall and stately stood
And people everywhere

Never before had I seen such sights
These buildings reached for sky
And a thing they called electricity
To make the lights burn bright

The flick of a switch would turn a room
From night time into day
And streets were lit by lights so bright
They almost hurt the eyes

Hard I looked for work to find
And many days I starved
Often there on lonely nights
No comfort to be found

Finally my luck it changed
Employment I did find
Washing floors and toilets too
In a pub at Ultimo

Saturdays they were the worst
With vomit on the walls
The smell so bad you'd want to puke
But still you'd do the job

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

Your nose is not right, it screamed at me
Too big, too fat, too long
I have to get this fixed right now
Go under the surgeon's knife
My nose is fixed, it is just right
The doctors they assured me

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

Cheeks too high, too prominent
My face they did not match
We can fix and alter that
To make your face appealing
Without a thought it's back I go
To let them do the procedure

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

My lips too thin, I look quite mean
They say these make bad lovers
Easy to fix, the doctors say
We'll just squirt in some collagen
Luscious lips you soon will have
The answer to a girl's prayers

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

My chin too wide, too masculine
It makes me look ridiculous
A chin I need that's feminine
So elegant, dainty and so petite
Easy done, the doctors say
We'll chisel out a bit

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

Skin not right, there's wrinkles there
It makes me look much older
Lift my face and smooth it out
I begged all the doctors
I need my face perfect to be
For a man to be attracting

Looked in the mirror and did not like
What reflected back at me

A spoiled b*tch, a selfish b*tch
One that's mean and nasty
It did not matter how much I changed
My semblance using surgery
Was not my face that drove them off
But what lay underneath it

The future My future
Your future Who knows
what wars will be waged
within our own souls

Hope lost from lives taken
no room left for salvation
The terror The termoil
The hate of a nation

Opinions of one spread
wide like a cancer
leaving us empty in
the search for an answer

But if we stay true to
what makes us great
no longer will they have
the power to dictate

We traverse our own realities
Thinking what we like.
We curse the empty heavens
For ignoring all our plight.

Blame springs eternal
It's not you, it's me.
Internal or external;
What we think, we see.

Thankful for the sunrise
Though it burns our eyes,
Grateful for the night
Black across the skies.

A smile from o'er a distance,
Sharing how we feel,
Fractures our existence
With the malice it conceals.

Our lives are just delusion;
Belief built up on fact,
Embracing our confusion,
Supplanting blue for black.

In a world made of opinions:
"For peace we need to fight",
Everything's subjective,
So from darkness . . we make light.

Come lie down.
Beside me
there’s no other.
Push my firm words
inside your head,
my hard love,
‘cause tough love
crack tough skull.
You’re revolving on the rim
Come,
come down to me,
a stream of knowledge.

A woman was here.
Inside my head
I hold books.
She went with bungalow
and children.
Children are children;
like monkeys they mimic
Her every step painted in vivid green.
Come,
come lie down.
Beside me my story is.
The truth
is never a tale
spilled from sweetened lips.

Come,
come down here,
come lie down.
Beside me
there is none
that can whisper this chronicle,
my chocolate story -
bitter-brown -
composed with blood and feather pen.
Sculpted in her head is
her post-colonial self.
Come taste of the wine I’m poured.
Come, come,
come lie with me.