Social Patriotic Poems

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Details | Verse |
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Verse 1

I’ve had this dream now for a while,
But the real world’s where I choose to stay,
The time is now for standing up,
To reach out for that brighter day.


Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the world,
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.

Verse 2

Walking past two souls holding hands,
I see that it’s true love conquers all,
A dreamland where we all sing and dance,
And hands to catch us should we fall.



United, it’s in our hands,
United, it’s how we stand,
United, across all lands.
Empathy, we understand,
Together, it’s how we stand,
Unite with one voice, One Hand.

Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |
patriotic bliss--
when all Americans know 
national anthem

Copyright © Cathy Ncube | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.

Copyright © Whitney Foley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Our first image of a gorgeous black Aphrodite
To inhabit the halls of power with charm,
Mrs. Obama moves over the sacred fields deftly
Reclaiming the realm with femininine form.
Sensuously challenging those who dare deny
Her right to bare her bronze sun-kissed skin
As the queen in a staid pallid white world,
She assumes her role with no hint of giving in.

A worthy image of beauty to accompany a giant of a man,
Mrs. Obama came riding eastward her sword at her side.
She planned for an agenda about change most would scorn,
As a product of northern honing oil and heartland pride.
And she feared not the hard and awful destiny ahead
For a beautiful black woman in a loveless town;
As she brought her fashion for elegance and flair,
Allowing a gawking world to see her face was brown.

As a Capricorn, Mrs. O keeps her keen focus on success,
Never surrendering to impatience, doubt or hesitation.
Her aim is narrow and exact, skillfully chosen
And moored on a carefully thought out foundation.
So doing she has inspired black women to reach higher
And see themselves as lovely creatures of great worth,
Endowed by God to motivate, teach, feed and entertain,  
With her nurturing, an emerging color diverse earth.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |
long live India,long live you

soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you

world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars

long live India,long live you

terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike

long live India,long live you

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Liberty is free
For those who take it from me.
Democracy is fair
For those who take my share.
Honesty exists
If the lies are to persist.
As long as they believe,
The truth will not conceive
The vote that you cast.
The wind will break the mast,
System set in stone,
Broken by human tone.
They’ll hand you a crutch,
Instead of Golden touch.
Old guards take the stage,
The notion of bondage
Clearly handed down
To those who have not found
A peace of mind to hold,
A piece to call their own.
Take from me - it’s free,
This thing you call Liberty.

Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic |
Good steward elevated by the people’s mandate
On assurances of selfless and patriotic services
Verifiable through implementation of rendered promises
Even when a term’s arrival meets nationwide turmoil
Re-strategizing can lift a country to the front seat again
And then all challenges and burdens becoming lighter and beatable
No nonsense accepted to distraught the nation’s stability
Combining all structures and powers at disposal to
Eliminate any conspiracy posing a threat to the citizenry

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |
I am not made a full blown beauty..
Nor I live a life of purity; charity & piety..
All I like to do is to live with identity..
Not of being a witty but a life of humility..

I tried to be a more social person..
Cracking out the shell I have put up..
Breaking from my own weakness..
Doing best in my found strengths..

I have craved to reach out to people..
Widening my horizon, increasing my knowledge and awareness..
Learning to acknowledge fellow human beings..
Regardless of who they are and where they from..

They said: "I must not do this as it is dangerous.."
but I stand to what I know: "Inside all human beings is the reflection of God.."
I give due and equal chance..
As my God have freely given me opportunities too..

We people are living in same earth..
Different are we because of status, faith or race..
Let not this be the reason for us to be divided..
Rather we must come in unison conquering divisions..

By: olive_eloi

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
All the lights in the city are dark
and the trees of the forest are bare,
we are left with as empty a chair

As could be leading.  Here, an ark,

In a country of seekers, of green.
so now morning is coming to light
And we spoke to the blackness of night.

We hope to stay asleep and dream.

Copyright © Jake A. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
Dawn again in this gaol
The jailbirds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more of my countrymen.

The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never see vessels that 
Could be emptier.
Empty headed riggers; we never elected

The two other estates of the realm 
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To share of the loot.
They call it national cake.

The ignoble governors are known
For stealing huge funds
And they show no shame;
You can't show what you don't have.

And so nothing works anymore.

Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira
Worth of of public fund.
He was taken to court and he confessed.

The the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira
Worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly from his back pocket
And walked away free.

Never has there been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.

Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Once, I was buried by those strangers in a wilderness of nothingness.
I was humiliated in his hands and robbed my freedom in my own land.
I was being captured by his men and imprisoned by his words of lies!

Yes...I was broke into the silence of his power!

Through the years, it has faded away.
Now, I am free, I am safe, I am happy and being refreshed away from him!

Now, that I am being released into the dungeon of insanity;
I will always be empowered by dignity and humility to my people and to my homeland as long as I can be!

Copyright © Rowena Velasco | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Hoisted high above the ground
Floating in the gentle breeze
Colors and symbols depict a message
That some reject, but others please

Be it local or in a foreign land
Violence or peace it can incite
Some may regard it nonchalent
But others defend, with all their might

It's the mouthpiece and sounding board
Of what is in the human heart
Of those who raise it to it's perch
As their position they seek to impart

Yes, - the flag can easily define
How we view, life, liberty and death
Many seek to extol it's virtue
Guarding it, until their final breath  

Isaiah spoke of lifting a banner
It draped over Solomon with love
Should it not be the guiding force
Symbolizing, as a peaceful dove

So, let the Christian hoist it high
In action, word and deed
Always portraying Christ as King
May God grant this to be our creed

         Colan L Hiatt  =  08-03-15
         ©  All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Colan Hiatt | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |
His daughter was getting married
So the Hon. Minister’s gate was thrown open
For just that day.
And like flies to a carcass,
The people thronged in
To see, to hail, to help with cooking, 
And to gossip.

His gangster paradise
Of beautiful daughters and
Buxom young wives, a harem of them,
The assorted automobiles
Could give one orgasm.
The horticulturist 
Must have seen the Garden of Eden.
The architect who designed his mansion
Must have had 
A national monument in mind.

My country’s ministers could be 
Very creative with tax payers money.
They could conjure a paradise 
Right here on earth.

One glaring feature in his paradise
Was the dogs.
The big fat dogs.
Over a score of them.
Easy to count as they were neither
Caged nor leashed. They have been trained.
Moving freely in groups of fours and fives.
Amazingly calm but should not
Be mistaken for our local dogs.
It would be suicidal to do that.
They were wild dogs.
They minded their business as long as
Visitors did not cross their path.

They say at night, 
Those dogs don’t bark foolishly 
At a trespasser.
They will eat him and lick up every trace
That even Hon. Minister will not know 
Anyone trespassed.

Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one 
every street is dark save for the dim 
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck

like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers 
and Carnegie have built the city in layers:   
clinics, factories, the rounded arch hotels  
what is not there than fortune?  Further Downtown 

has changed with neon lights flashing from 
4th Street Bar and Grill on The Corner Alley where
they serve stylish late dinner at night so before you  leave 
Downtown have a day at West Side Market, howl at the

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, visit houses turned galleries 
and other places that make Cleveland a great City
of course, the great Lake and Tri-C welcomes 
you to adventure and a brighter future beyond pine trees

yet, drifting along silent paths alone is a soul walking
to a desolate corner of the city where alone with the family
their souls swirl like clouds of birds vanishing into the sky
and soon will fade like a smoke into thin air

pacing down the road rolling silently through the frost
in the dark after the nightshift is this soul with his head in his palms
the neon lights of Downtown ended where his air smells of salt
and his lover’s body was once found in the cold snow
it’s his third job of the day but you can’t find eggs on his dinner table

in Cleveland there are many young beech-trees on the edge
trembling to stand still beneath their pale skies and they shudder
like leaves in the light air afraid of the star beyond their reach
and my heart fills slowly with tears that will never dry

Copyright © PADMORE AGBEMABIESE | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The sky starts where is the end of the city
Indeed, the villages are growing into cities
Riding the colourful balloons, 
country is now really flying ! 
The picture of a surprising world, 
is also really looking nice
Law and protection in one hand
and on the other, the values
will be stabbed in one night
Is there any hero who can fight  ! 
There is the devil and 
deep blue sea is also there, right
Looter, splendor, alliance, votes and notes
You can see all of them but you are acting
as if sleeping and do not wake up again
You are not a 'Z' category that before you fall
you will know when it stumbles and where
Always change the colour like a lizard 
and you will learn how to mimic and
what is called an adaptation craft
Communication speed will be faster 
but parents will be disconnected for ever
Only a few days are left ... 
The villages will grow into cities ! 

Copyright © Somdev Chattopadhyay | Year Posted 2017