Society Poems

A Draconian State

Orders descend like sharpened hail
each shard cutting language to ribbons.
We learn to swallow pain quietly,
to bow our eyes before the flag of silence.

Walls do not need ears...
fear builds its own cathedral,
where every heartbeat kneels
to the god of obedience.

Children are taught to trace straight lines,
never to bend them back into loops.
Curves are forbidden
too dangerous a hint
that

Inferior

People say I’m shy
But really I just feel inferior
To the brilliant minds that tick like clocks in the mirrors

Seashell Fists

Seashell fists, salt-bitten and flipping stones 
watching waves contort 
as they crashed into one another

I remember liking how sun rays shone on my teeth
when my face would tilt up as I laughed 
but did my teeth yellow 
from all the days I spent smiling up at the sky?

I, a fluid body plucked 
from the sea

Emotional Buffet 4

The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.

His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.

Truth is  no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.

I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and

complacency brought us here

for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.

every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam

You Get What You Pay For

It’s a truism that you get what you pay for
Or vote for or ultimately what you deserve…
But when we pay illegal immigrants
To stay in five star hotels with pre-paid debit cards
And the homeless to just hang out with food stamps,
Cash handouts and Obama phones
What do we expect will happen
But for the problem to grow! 
And

Silent Times

In dead silence, there’s a sound,
noiseless and yet profound.
Deeds provoking, not quite just,
from tainted minds that think, “we must.”

What a precious gem if caught,
the divinity of thought.
To control the human heart,
that takes something very smart.

Some may think the silence means
no one hears, or so it seems.
But there is the speechless word
in the spirit that is

Alien Invasion

Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign 
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten 
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach, 
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The

The Masses

We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.

We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.

We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.

We

Mental Illness

(“Perception and Reality Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)

Mental Illness

Everyone with a mind is mentally ill
At least at times
And certainly to someone else.

A concerned doctor
The kind who could bestow such a label
Could say, why are you so sad
When Life is so good
You must be mentally unwell.
Why are you so happy, you must be unwell
When all around

A Soldier's Prayer

I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.

When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.

Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.

And I whispered—
“God, even

The Lonely Angel : Part Two

Scatters through strangers' scraps,
spoilt teens point and laugh,
she'll feast on left over snacks,
fills her belly & crashes on grass.

Her warmth at night, snugly blanket,
given thoughtfully by homeless stranger,
She's used to buses causing rackets,
sleeps in secret places, avoid the dangers.

She's like a needle in a fast society,
 a sweetheart buried in debris
How does a mother abandon

I've Got the Best

See them…
in the street light,
done up…
for a hot night,
made up….
like a French whore,
skin tight…
on a dance floor.

Their men keep coming,
the richest in town,
end up laying all
their money down.
Got no pity
for all of these clowns,
’cause I know…

I have got the best, girl,
they have got the rest,
I’ve got the brass ring,
they, the hot mess,
I’ve god the good

Orchids If You Please

True highbrows can't hear commoner's pleas
Stuck sitting on their swanky settees
Status fades as affluence recedes
I'd prefer pink orchids if you please

Elitists applaud wealthy reprise
Fake posers deceive masses with ease
Think that they deserve all that they seize
So send purple orchids if you please

Fools imagine themselves on marquees
Those who would toss it all to the breeze
Who can't

The Far Right

The core tenant of the far right
Is simply
That everyone is treated equally
Simply because
Everyone is just another individual.

(9/5/25)

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