Political / Social Poems (810)

I hear your cries,I hear your plees I'm trying to help ,but no one seems to care. The help is it to late? Did I wait to long?
Is everyone so scared that they have no voice? What can I do to help you see that this is not the way? That if we keep quiet we will perish ,because we said nothing, did nothing. What will it take to convince all that we are the ants? Thats we out number them ,not they out number us. We are the ones if we stand united we can and will prevail. they cannot kill us all ,nor can they kill our rights. If we are alive we are obligated to be heard , to fight until we are gone, until we have drawn our last breathe. Don't be scared I will not stop till i'm gone from this world neither should you. I know we are scared but ,our numbers should bring you comfort. For if thirty million stand together noone can stop that. Stand with me and fight , for I'll fight for you.

What my eye's do not want to see,
Anguishes me, to this harsh society.

As I look to the majestic sky, I see
Darkness & destruction, in it's light.

How can one be truly happy?
As we embark on this "so called"
Journey.....

Selfishly!!!

Those prostitutes who lurk, on the corner.
Don't ignore them. They are someone's son
Or daughter.

Look beyond that young lady's eyes.
A rambunctious little girl.....waits inside.
For a glimmer of care..........in a faceless strangers lies.
As a mothers silent prayers.......cradles her daughters life.
And someone's loving husband.......creeps around tonight.

I close my eyes, I don't want to see.
These villains that surround me.
They smile politely in your face,
As the back is turned, a frown takes shape.

A brutal dishonesty of the worse kind.
Manipulation, so intriguing to the weak & blind.

As the congregation prays, the preacher is delayed.
On his private jet, to save there day.
Confession of each sin, bought to him.
A collection plate, constantly circulates.
In such abundance, to make his life great.

While another awaits..........she couldn't attend church today. her sons disease fatal, if a transplant doesn't take place.
Another struggles with the mortgage.......to bring the, family forward.
While a homeless man, on these streets.......rummages to find food, to eat.

It is such disgrace, the lack of love, for the human race.
Regardless of personal riches, I can never envy!!!

They mirror selfish needs, to compensate constant greed.
Laying dormant in my dreams.

What my eyes do not want to see!!!

Quick someone duck this man is about to strike with another style,
A verse or rap depending on however you feel to try to profile.
I might need help to digest that we send our kids to public schools,
Only to have them given a textbook as they take away their tools.
Come on now why is it everything we do require a contract,
Especially when most of the time nothing is being added just subtract.
I'm also not going to blame the president when its at fault.
So the next time you hear something from someone with a bias don't give it a grain of salt

Tragedy a fact of life
many suffer for the spoils from yet another war
deception corruption they know not of poverty
Minority in power living pretty
They care not for the majority
zoned out on tel lie vision
another fukin fantasy
living hell suffering globally
enslaved without chains
used abused like a donkey
in a false sense of security
better off dead helps their economy
Check out their strategy
its been in place for centuries
Yet won't tell you in lessons of history
Don't believe the hype
living large is the way to be
another lie and deadly sin
they may fool some all of the time
I just want love peace of mind and harmony
Pen my thoughts through poetry

here comes the tax man with his bedroom room tax
he will hit everone with his bedroom tax
rich or poor and on low income
he does not care
for he is the grime ripper not heart or sole

he does not care, life a b*tch, lifes a struggle
for everyone tax rises bills soaring high
getting ripped off by energy supplies
the tax man does not give a dam
money they must collect from every one to fill there swollen nest egg pot
cameron the chief whip and his lap dog puppy in his kennal tied to the coalition he no clout for he is camerons b*tch and has no say and no clout for the lap dog he, he now fight

tax man you have gone to far,the burdan on the people of the uk with your dreaded bedroom tax, more money they will find more misery and decay uk in turmoil it now is going back to middle ages ,poor and destute families this they garantee there policies not working time they got the boot sell them off to the nearest car boot sale unwanted conmen thats what they are for they dont give a dam

Take our money
Take our gold
Fool us again
Its getting old
Tell us a lie
Increase your wealth
Cant afford much here
In bad health
Fuel prices too high
Cigarettes not cheap
Taxes and bills
I just cant sleep
Something has to give
Someones got to go
We have poor living
And nothing to show
You eat your caviar
While we eat our broth
We sleep in the gutters
While you watch us rot
A time will come
When your empire will fall
And we will be there
To reclaim it all

We have to draw a line somewhere
And stand for our convictions
But many fail to do so
lest they risk some soft position
But thank God for rare exceptions
with the guts to stand their ground
and oppose some great injustice
that is being handed down
Risking job and reputation
Standing up for what is right.
Lord please comfort, bless and keep them
Make them strong and help them fight

No matter you're path you won't it to be stationary,
Surrounded by war without a place to call a sanctuary.
Gunfire and blood surround me on these once peaceful streets,
Where we hung out as we played beats with our feets.
They call me insane because I'm hoping for a peace,
Yet we have issues and wars seeping through the crease.
Our voices get mulled by the screams from all around,
Even as we have to bury the souls of the innocent into the ground

Even in 2013 we play games to annihilate and incarcerate,
With no change to the order of society's ability to discriminate.
All of us have differences with not two of being the same,
Yet rather than learn from one another we continue to walk with shame.
For over centuries and decades we continue to destroy each other,
As opposed to us taking a seat next to someone to learn from another.
When do we wake up and realize that we aren't doing something right,
Why do we blindly pass on even as we approach the holy light.
We are all brothers and sisters no matter our religion or color,
Created in the image of a spirit to support ones who feel smaller.
Decide for yourself and ask why things are the way they are,
Be the voice of light and be the change with unity as the star.

#20faith13

I am a child of God
no shoes upon my feet.

I have no house or home
I live upon the street.

I struggle every day
I just want to survive.

I ask myself most every day
Why am I still alive?

One night when I was crying
I heard a voice so near

I jumped with fear and worry
She said, I will dry your tears.

I've come for you, I need
your help
Your Father's waiting there

A world of dreams unlimited
A life without a care.

I said, where have you been
She said , I've been here all along

When you were weak or tired
It was I that made you strong.

I opened up my eyes and saw
a bright and shining light.

My heart was warm, there was
no pain
despite the cold dark night.

She said, my child once you
were lost
your shepherd you have found.

I said, you're sure it's me
you want
She reached without a sound.

And then i knew without a doubt
that my life was all done.

She said, Oh don't be silly child
Your life has just begun.