Disenfranchised Poems | Examples

Allow them hope'

Allow them respect, those who battle on.' In tents and cars
Australia you are being guided so wrong.' I presume there's
No voting facility 'for our disenfranchised?' I question the
Morality? Where is the councel of the wise? I advise intervention..We saw it before.' Camps of internment when
A health scare hit the doors.' Now such a reaction is needed in a more positive way.' Reach out..Show humanity'
Let them vote..Have their say.' Fix things at the bottom and
It'll come good..We know what our forebears beleived and
How they stood.' The spirit of Australia was forged in hard
Times..It will rise to the challenge.' All we need we will find.'
Turn to each other.' And allow some dignity..Release all fear
That Australia may become again 'the land of oppertunity'

Catfished

The polling centers and their quillz,
that dating app and it’s whisker bait;
Built for ease and practicality;
Those disenfranchised left envious
seek being heard, seek being seen;
A plethora of marginalized prey;
Bait and switch with empty promises,
the meek never had a chance;
Yet another nasty Catfish left 
without a coneflower of absolution.

The Blooming Block

Sitting on the block of the day
Looking into amethyst abyss 
No longer seen as hunter or prey
Disenfranchised like blue cold kiss

Watching the animals fight their wars
Knowing some win some lose
Feeling the wrath of attention whores
Singing their hill street blues

On the block of irrelevant images 
Whatever the dress of the time
Homeless roaming toward suttle scrimmages 
For resources of food courses limited line

Lemon love served in a soul bowl 
From churches so big from no taxes
The church like homeless grow
Seem to me there’s no homeless factoring

We can pay for sports arenas sure
And ship athletes around the world
Leaving disenfranchised potential pure
Of the unhoused blue boys green girls

Sitting on my writer’s block
Not pretending to know wisdoms hacks
Really disenchanted with it all
Maybe my pen can bring me back to black

The Garden of Europa

A flower so unique
there was only one
Phoenicia a land of mystic
her beauty in bloom
a deception
her strength was the stem
not pretty soft petals
her love for humanity
touched the disenfranchised
her heart belonged to the poor
she was to be a gift
to a land that of sadness
failed to see 
crusades never win
her true beauty a diamond hidden
within

People Feel

Life can be challenging but if we work together and do our best to spread love and light and compassion, we can make it better for everyone.

People feel... 
By Michelle Morris 
17/10/2020 

People feel invisible -
They feel like no one cares;
Especially when society, 
Reinforces all their fears. 

People feel disenfranchised - 
That rights are not fairly shared;
It all depends on circumstance, 
The luck of genetic bearing. 

People feel frightened - 
That life's a constant halloween;
Depending on where you live, 
You have to face so many demons. 

People feel angry - 
That politicians are out of touch;
Maybe when they vote again, 
They'll choose someone they can trust. 

© Michelle Morris, 2020

Justice

Amos 5:24 NKJV - But let justice roll down like water ...

Every mortal was made by God for justice;
Whose status is never to be altered by any device;
Nor ever to be enslaved or disenfranchised
By any political system that mankind could ever devise.
Everyone wants justice under the law,
Not justice cast by luck, lots, or partiality.
All people deserve justice rendered by the majority
In a democracy with rights also for the minority.
All people want justice handed out, not barely, but fairly;
Not justice based on favoritism and loyalty. People also
Desire justice flavored with mercy as well as justice
Seasoned with equality. Justice that is provided for just
A chosen few is merely inhumane justice with a misguided view.
In a humane system embraced with justice, everyone matters. 
With God's help, 'we can let justice roll down like water'.

In Memoriam

Music will never be loud enough again...
Just to cease the silence of this sadness
Of losing you to something of society's sickness;
I sometimes have to wail, aloud in pain.

Some songs will never feel the same...
But I always listen to them every now and then,
So that your last breath will never be forgotten.
I shall overcome the demons you could never tame.

-

Rest in peace, K.K.T.

I am sorry I never tried harder for you (or other family members younger than me, but still live on in this same state of disenfranchised grief).

Widowed Compassion

Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:

"I don't want your money.
We're not savages, yet."

Other words
that might have come to
desecrating mind:
not for sale, yet
not that victimized
not that wounded
not that uncivilized
not that poor
not that disenfranchised
not that disempowered
not that unenlightened
not that devastated
not that resourceless
not that dispassionate
not that judgmental

Nativity Window - Holiday Blues

I’m passing by a festive window. 
Had to stop and scratch my chin. 
Feelin’ lost and disenfranchised. 
Wish I knew some next of kin. 
I’m staring back at my reflection. 
Won’t nobody let me in. No, no, no. 

I’m peeking through that frosted window: 
Tinsel draped on Norway spruce, 
Crystal goblets, wine and eggnog, 
Candied yams and Christmas goose, 
Bright candlelight and fancy pudding. 
Ain’t invited. What’s the use? So, so, so. 

I’m watching TV through the window. 
All of Whoville knows the deal. 
Mr. Grinch done filled his stocking.
That's exactly how I feel.
I’d like to break that stinking window 
Just to get a jailhouse meal. Ho-ho-ho.

Dark Days

The sun warms and lights,
paths of both black and white. 
As the free throw dinner parties,
the enslaved run for freedom,
in the backdrop of night.

The sun’s blaze gave warmth to picnics, 
fishing ponds, and river dips, her brilliance 
illuminating blood soaked cotton fields,
echoing screams caused by cracked whips.

Beneath lunar brilliance, fire and ash is
Highlighted, spawned from voices still unheard.
El sol reveals the nights damages, while disenfranchised
protest injustice, clinging to hope’s word.

The moon cried as they were hunted and lynched. 
The sun’s tears flowed as she watched the 
lives fight for every inch. That night, 
they had a meeting of the light.

On this day, they made a decision,
not to shine on man's indecision.  

It’s been dark ever since.

To Ken Kesey and Neal Cassady

If lost in yourself,
there’s no need to be found

As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around

They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief

To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs

“You really don’t get it, man,”
they sing from their bus

They say “You’re unhip”
and “You need to be us”

The chanting of laughter,
they march to inane

Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Elephants and Blue Whales

I do not envy the young;
deceived by a silver tongue.
Inflated egos swollen,
their innocence got stolen.

Like an unsolved mystery,
truth fades into history.
Today's kids face climate change
on a planet acting strange.

Wild elephants and blue whales
will fade into fairy tales.
And it will not help to cry;
millions of species will die.

They'll soon witness oceans rise
as any hope for change dies.
With their futures placed on hold;
many may never grow old.

Thanks to greed's stupidity,
trust lost its validity.
We've disenfranchised our youth;
there's no greater sin or truth.

Love Swangler

bum: bum: bum: bum!
plinky, plinky, pumb!
bum: bum :plinky ,plinky, plumb!
 BORERUST DEAL GO
PEACE TO THE LOVERS
MIGHT THOSE DISENFRANCHISED
FIND WAY TO ADAPT
LOVE BEYOND YOUR LOVEBOUDERS
LOVE IN ALL DEMITIONS
TURN YOUR UNEAGERNESS INTO THAT
WHAT'S, THAT YOU MUST ASK
THAT IS LOVE
I STAND PROUD TO SAY
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!

The Poor and Lonely

Today someone praised a poem I wrote
It is about considering the disenfranchised
at this supposedly jolly time of year
Why, she said, just think about all in need,
why not spend Christmas with them, she asked

Amazingly enough, that is just what I do, 
For you see I am one of the poor and disabled
whose SSD checks just do not stretch to month's end
All who live in my building experience much the same,
depending on food boxes and the generosity of others

We come in all types and sorts, full of warts and woes
Mental illness has felled a number of us terribly
They closed the hospitals and mental facilities
Just can't afford them, government says, so out
they were tossed roam the streets, incapable and lost

Poor choices plagued many tender, women who loved,
or thought they did, men who beat and burned them,
took their money and left them ill and unable to fight
Years of abuse, wisdom awakened, years more to heal
to even a bare minimum of capability to survive

So, dear tender lady, with heart of gold, trust when I say
I live with the broken and poor and lonely each day

Would If It Would Be and Is

Would If It Would Be...And Is...

From time immemorial, 
those who would deceive
viewed morality
from under the bridge
and concluded 
that integrity was a choice
rather than a component
of human character—
thus laying the foundation
for acceptable chaos
and autocratic rule of law
to be spat into the faces
of the disenfranchised have-nots
who now wallow in the phlegm
echoing from the buccal cavities
of the evil deceiving have-gots:
but cluttered is history
with the trump card debris
of wishful would-be tyrants.

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