Best Politicalchange Poems
I saw society drain away to the gutter on the street
How I wished I could help the disheartened ones we meet
Everyone effected by the thoughtless acts of disregard.
Passion within to change this soulless way, how avant-garde
Needing to pursue my passion for the greater good
Never fearing the negativity upheld, loved ones would
Joining an organisation that gave me a grant to make the change
The power to be compassionate to humanity in a grand range.
Polished boots, razor sharp creases, keen from the first moment
Wanting to change the lives of everyone, even if it’s atonement
Years on, finding out its money for the same old rope
Hungry for fulfilment, I need to stop this fear, and give all hope
Communities fearing the violence from demoralised youths
“Nothing to do” is the reply, none of these words are home truths
Street culture, such a powerful way of life, this is all they know
Searched by authority, a much needed but negative show
My Kind-heartedness was passion, I’m now in a moral debate
Supporting victims of crime, but wanting to put suspects straight
Humanity is a single word, so we must help one another to stand tall
This is now my agenda, dedication to build a safer future for all
Endless hours writing to governing bodies to see my radical approach
Youth engagement with sports, that’s where I became a dodge ball coach.
Promotion in the field of sports to brake down barriers with kids
Work will never end with constant battles with funding all those bids
My life is dedicated now to change the world, as we all know it
This pure heart is with the victims of crime, and the ones who commit
We must guide the misguided as they only see what we show them
Wholeheartedness, lets do this together, or we are the ones to condemn
For Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen contest "Kindheartedness"
Wood for glass the shop fronts hide in poster covered shame
And paper blows like tumbleweed in streets bereft of blame
The constant dustbowl winds of change howl ‘business now decamped’
As recession pounds familiar grounds, and poverty dims the lamps.
Dirty streets, and closed down stores, a death toll marks their time
While apathy and bankruptcy, like blood clots, choke the chimes.
And rubbish stands like castles, on the corners of our towns,
as politicians preen and pose, deluded circus clowns.
Now mongrel dogs have made their homes in what was once a town,
And cardboard box housed winos vie, to establish building ground.
The junkies and their dealers, have made this place their own,
where Councillors and lawmen, dare not look or roam
Our bankers sit in glass front vaults to count their plundered wealth
and turn blind eyes on ransomed gold, acquired by clever stealth
Captains of Trade and Industry, what’s leave you in your wake
Remember France, Remember bread, for we will not eat cake
So have a care and listen, to the wind of change that blows
For each man in his own field, reaps the fruit of what he sows
Look long and hard at what you’ve done, on all that you have grown
So you can’t say, upon that day, if only I had known
To my redneck father,
who art in Heaven.
I dedicate this day to you.
Growing up with your "Archie Bunker" ways,
you would never believe this day!
A black man, really is President.
I can see you rolling in your grave,
telling me, I best behave!
"A black President", no you can't!
I say, "Dear Dad, we have",
and on this day, he will be sworn in.
For us all to stand together, America again shall win.
Dad, I know you had your reasons,
but you brought me into a world that's changed.
Now we have united ways, and brand new seasons.
I will stand proud to share this day.
America can't win the other way.
Dad, you taught me" United we stand, divided we fall."
Well together, change has come down the Washington hall.
The "White House" has a black President.
Barrack H. Obama, with strong mind and good will was God sent.
Dear Dad, I love you so,
But the "old ways", have got to go!
United we stand, you said it right!
Daddy, you had to know,
as you fought for our Nation in war.
Good change would come to our shore.
Maybe now, we can let go of that ugly beast.
Daddy dear, may you rest in peace.
Maybe someday, hate and war, too will decease.
I've got something wrapped
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger
I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts
I wish I could fly
off to Dublin
And free myself from the lie
That spells change P-A-L-I-N
Sly like a Fox
their culture of fear
prevents ones from thinking outside the box
instead we pick the candidate more likely to enjoy a beer
The public eye is blind
that misses the truths
and removes what is just from the mind
and kills common sense in voting booths
Did Germany ask
the Nazis to change post bellum country?
Did the colonials take the British to task
only to support their continuing policy?
The publics' third eye
is shrouded in the fickle
People would rather know which couple said good-bye
than know how to resolve this pickle
America's on life support
The truth is covered
justice is the only abort
legal in our culture of fear and different ideas undiscovered
We were all suppose to be born into freedom
but centuries ago,
humans decided to change the rules
also decided who qualified
to be completely free or who did not;
even today,
with the brilliant minds roaming earth
people are still being held captive
by perceptions, by history
and by our own minds,
cheating ourselves into thinking
that being different
is not a measure for being free,
thinking that to follow the norm
will always make us acceptable,
low and behold
try to slant the scales
try to be different
and you are branded
as an outsider;
lots have been done
to eradicate the stigma
and the infringement on people’s rights
on freedom of choice, but in the end
we will never be free until,
we stop blaming our past
for the decisions we take presently
and for the direction our future is heading into,
we need to change our mind sets,
it has to start with us as individuals...