Social Issue Poems
Social Acceptance
Marching, marching.
End of the day,
Made to pay.
Marching.
Leading, leading.
Up to the cross,
Spanning the hill across.
Leading.
Suffering, suffering.
Suspended in the air,
Tortured and unfair.
Suffering.
Dying, dying.
Perishing for you,
Freeing and true.
Dying.
Rising, rising.
Coming back to life,
Causing excitement, yet also strife.
Rising.
Animal Cruelty
Crouched in a wire cage,
Struggling to breathe,
Starved, lonely, covered in mange.
Breeds of others lie about,
Loss of an eye,
Crooked snout.
Litters of many cry and squeal,
Hoping for scraps,
Forgetting to feel.
Fear, with its rotten core,
Shakes yet another body,
Into labor once more.
Too many to count one-by-one,
Eyes closing fast,
Believing she’s done.
Beloved friend of man,
Four-legged one,
Where do you stand?
When cruelty, carelessness and hate,
Write a story,
And decide a fate.
Abandonment
House on the hill,
Oh, why so still?
Children used to play,
But have been gone for many a day.
And where are their parents?
The serious folk,
Who wore ragged clothes,
That smelled of smoke.
House on the hill,
Oh, why so still?
Hovel on the hill,
Oh, why so still?
Occupants long gone,
For something they’d done wrong.
Rumor was that the children,
Were removed from their parents again.
What really happened though,
No one does know.
Hovel on the hill,
Oh, why so still?
War
In the heat of the sun,
A man bears a gun.
Dangerous, hateful and careless.
He marches into the near-deserted village,
Searching for a sign, a source.
Pondering, wondering and thoughtful.
No evidence of life was there,
Except the scent of corpses on the breeze.
Abandoned, massacred and decaying.
The death, destruction and prisoners,
Are the work of his country’s pride.
Greedy, deceitful and cruel.
Suddenly, bullets ring through the air,
From behind the ruins of a church.
Crumbling, dilapidated and mournful.
One hits its mark, as the others miss,
Right through the man’s abdomen.
Crushing pain, deep regret and… eternal silence.
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