Society Poems
The Son of the sky
by Mohammad Taaha Soufi
Could you ever see a world full of truth
Could you ever see a heart beating without rules
The man standing in the dark in the hidden world
No one believes what is playing in the arms of cold
He hasn't turned back hasn't heard that
All the people calling him you the shit falling out
He wasn't nerd wasn't fool but nobody saw
He disappeared from the mind of the people who were little raw
But what has been just for all in a second end
The man was seen in the sky with the opened wings
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Mad Waters
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mad waters come our way.
Seasons are gleaned from lean stems
beneath bloodless rocks;
thresholds, scorched, reprint footsteps
of dark ages replete with foul breath.
Alas, mad days are here.
And with clouds mourning near
disconsolate skies,
the heavens themselves lay siege on
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In One City
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
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Assault Weapons are for War
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Why this inhumane suffering
A constant tale of slaughtering
Innocents who die
Forever in the earth to lie.
Do we need to see far more
All that suffering and gore
Lives of children cut so short
Simple targets used for sport.
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hand basket
by Sam Joyce
dusk's got popcorn lung
and dawn's nicked a disposable,
the trees have boarded up their branches,
the treehouse cleaners got sent south,
the coast's out in a month,
the crabs hold kelp and keyboards all the way home,
lightning doesn't strike like it used to,
thunder takes a day for delivery,
dolphins are gone,
pop culture has fled the petri on a slow boat,
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The uniform
by Gus Moom
How are you then?
"Oh yes I'm fine,
The rain it came round just in time!
My flowers they sure need a drink.
We needed this though, don't you think?
Sure hope the sun comes out again
I bought a new dress, right on trend
Anyway I've got to go!
Let's just hope it doesn't snow!"
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The Son of the sky
by Mohammad Taaha Soufi
Could you ever see a world full of truth
Could you ever see a heart beating without rules
The man standing in the dark in the hidden world
No one believes what is playing in the arms of cold
He hasn't turned back hasn't heard that
All the people calling him you the shit falling out
He wasn't nerd wasn't fool but nobody saw
He disappeared from the mind of the people who were little raw
But what has been just for all in a second end
The man was seen in the sky with the opened wings
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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Prisoners of their own Ignorance
by Kimani Hare
Burn your degrees and certifications.
Disregard human innovation.
Let the philosophers be burned with their works.
Schools to be demolished and learning forbidden.
For these constructs hold no purpose now,
With intellectuals imprisoned by the Court of Public Opinion.
To say Cannabis Sativa is destroying generations,
To ignore the science and call it “contraband”,
While huffing your artificial cherry-flavored exhaust.
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Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
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