Poem 3
Illusion of Practical Thinking
Some fake intellectuals are mocking books by saying that books won't help practical life,
But on the other hand they're decreasing their brain's capacity by social media,
Practical Thinking is not bad but it's an illusion that social media and video games create practical Thinking,
On the reverse they blunt the sharpness of brain,
And make our lives worst,
Those who don't believe can compare their brain's efficiency after reading books and after scrolling social media themselves.
Poem 3
Illusion of Practical Thinking
Some fake intellectuals are mocking books by saying that books won't help practical life,
But on the other hand they're decreasing their brain's capacity by social media,
Practical Thinking is not bad but it's an illusion that social media and video games create practical Thinking,
On the reverse they blunt the sharpness of brain,
And make our lives worst,
Those who don't believe can compare their brain's efficiency after reading books and after scrolling social media themselves.
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I have foot immersion civil rights?
forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
Diabolic overpowering darkness
A matchstick rubbed
Ego and reality of masses
Like a song we all like to improvise as we all go along.
Like a stageplay we like to have reasons to pretend and play.
Like a semblance we like to be with whom bring us balance.
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
Generous
Observant
Outgoing
Decent
Mature
Accommodating
Nurturing
Collops of fat line the tables of the few,
while the many stretch hands toward empty plates.
Skyscrapers rise in the capital,
yet in the villages, children bend under jerrycans,
walking miles for a sip of muddy water.
The economy grows, they say—
percentages polished and paraded—
but the growth is stored in vaults,
not in classrooms with broken desks,
not in hospitals without medicine,
not in the pockets of the farmer who tills red soil for nothing.
Every election season,
collops of fat are dangled like bait—
T-shirts, soap, envelopes,
promises swollen with grease,
but never nourishment for tomorrow.
The youth, restless, crowd into boda stages,
degrees folded in pockets,
dreams reduced to dust by unemployment.
Markets overflow with speeches,
but not with buyers.
Streets fill with posters,
but not with jobs.
Uganda’s wealth pools in corners,
thick, congealed, unreachable.
The nation limps,
while a few grow heavier, rounder,
their laughter echoing across gated compounds.
Collops of fat—
the evidence of excess,
the proof of imbalance,
the weight carried not by those who eat,
but by those who starve.
I am only a voice
not the loudest in the crowd
not the softest either
but steady enough to be heard.
Shape me into fire
a rising sun on darkened streets
so I can burn through hatred
so I can light the cracks of racism.
I am just a sound
the trembling roar of a cub
but let me grow into a lion
so I can tear the chains of corruption.
Make me more than an echo
make me thunder on the horizon
make me the horn that will not quiet
until justice learns my name.
BEES
social
arthropods
each with its own task
most of them are workers
drones mate the queen to lay eggs
"a union discord can't discard"
People say the oddest things
not realizing their faux pas
Given the chance to self correct
they usually fail miserably
Is it malice or stupidity
~ unlikely we'll ever know
AP: 3rd place 2025
Wreckage of moments thoughts
born in the space of actions
Reactions to the stimulation
Expressions, expectations
Ruined little things, broken
Alone, a cry sold in old
Scattered around after a war's toil
Hear the rage far and away drone
I walk in the ruins of soul
I feel forgotten in foreign soil
The drifting of imagery
Pressing the fragments
Shards hard into skin
Forsaken forbearing fringes
A soul not tethered to this realm or reality
Walking the footfall of a second soul
Wreckage of my deity..
A beggar grabbed my hand and cried for some spare change.
At first, I offered him a sweet memory of food or a tasteless sip of divine water, but he asked for money.
I had a heavy coin and gave it to him.
I wondered why he took only the money, and when he saw it, he immediately placed it in a different spot.
I asked why.
I offered you food and water—you rejected both, and now you hide the coin.
He said it was the most different one, and if he didn’t hide it, other people would start accusing him that the coin was wrong, that it shouldn’t be used—because its print was different, because its color didn’t match theirs.
Specific Types of Social Poems
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Poems Related to Social
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