Society Poems
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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Rome Was Great Once Too
by Kyle McAfee
The future looks bleak
As the present continues to crumble
Under the remains the of the past.
The truth is harder to research
When celebrities become educators,
Utilizing media as their textbooks.
Teaching us to be open-minded,
To think freely
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“Good Morning!”
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
“Good morning!”
As I welcome a stranger into my daily world...
One we share together with each other...
A gesture we share openly, totally unfurled...
“Good morning!”
To the father, walking hand in hand with his son...
They both offer a nod and pleasant smile...
As their new day has just begun...
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Ready To Strike...
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Hello there, young lady...
I’m the voice of reason...
Now listen to me closely...
You’re entering an exciting new season...
What your fickle parents taught you...
Wasn’t all together real...
So I’m going to tell you something...
That will change the way you feel...
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Utopia or Dystopia
by Nikhil Makwana
Drudgery of existence extinguishes the expectation of meaning
While the Frailty in liberty ceases the pursuit for happyness
Propagandas of Louis Armstrong and Chester Bennington soothe the depression
As the Rage of Marshall resonates in the perception of reality
I Confess to a Certain Winter Night
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The ceremony does not begin until
We hear the silent splattering of the
Snowflakes upon the shuttered mildewed
Windows lined under the haggard trees—
And by then,
The Mary Tyler Moore Show must have
Ended as fast as it had begun —
Behind the faces of muted clocks that
Tick and drop frozen nuts on the carapaces of
Slow-protesting tortoises on broad-day-light
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Lunatics
by Lokenath Roy
albeit- you have deceived me
while- the candles at the end of the hall burn on black fumes; rising
notwithstanding- the graveyard which no one shall weep for
howbeit- a leg steps forward; an empire turns the screw
inside- a mind brimming with colours
closets- filled with crockeries wrapped in black glitter
jacket collars- washed off blood stains; it begins.
timed- the bedside receiver rings
gongs- like a distant radio rambling in an empty house
signed- with the guarantee of lying lips
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I Am Disorder
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
My mother had a stroke,
I came late for my exam.
They said I can’t sit.
Why?
Rules.
A hundred children burned alive,
Bodies shattered under a falling jet.
The whole nation is crying,
Silent in shock, kneeling in prayer.
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Anti-Social
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
Some people talk less.
That doesn’t mean
They hate people.
They just have
A low tolerance
For drama,
For shouting over tea,
For people who think
Loudness equals truth.
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Stand Like A Tree
by Md. Kausar Uddin Ahmed
If you stand for a reason,
Be ready to stand alone.
Like a tree,
Rooted deep,
Even when the wind mocks,
Even when the birds leave,
Even when shadows grow longer
And the soil beneath you turns cold.
Because truth
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