Inequality Poems - Poems about Inequality

"In the USA, vacant homes by thousands thrive, while countless homeless struggle to survive. In a land of plenty, such homes stand bare, as lost souls grow, wandering in despair."...

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I returned home, weary from the day, The beggar girl was at the gate again. Her father works the land, yet poverty remains, She asks for five rupees, quiet in her pain. My son, just her age, once asked with care, "Why does she beg when her parents work there?" "Farmers stay poor, though they toil and sow, Those who buy and...

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In dark corners, the shadows of pain crawl, As hungry voices whisper - faint and small Too parched to help themselves No one to share their smiles, if any at all. A gentle drizzle cloaks the streets in a haze, Shadows drift by, wrapped in a sombre gaze The rain weeps softly; skies of ash remain Passing figures blur in a ghostly...

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Dinner scraps, primal deathtraps. Life’s meal is the class struggle, and some of us are left starving. We are the movement of the masses, a sleeping colossus running on corporate time. Dinner scraps, merciless steel traps. We are measured only as commodities. We give our lives as wage chattel. We make our homes or lose them on the edges of a time clock. Dinner scraps,...

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Attending school was never an option when the empty drum echoes the song of yearning grains, trekking the lanes with bathroom slippers that awaits a welcoming party in the municipal waste truck while idanuwa na zubar da kwalla. Bafflement grips me when some sit in their Sunday best with glossy heels kicking a storm for not...

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A poor man's kacha house, a shelter simple and alone amid the concrete houses of the rich neighbours. He dreams of a distant place, the backcountry calls with its equal embrace where the status levels, and pride gives grace. ...

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Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words, The truth has been consumed, its head submerged, To depths far from light. Recall, just a few market days past, It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last. For most of the living you see, have perfected the art, Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart. Disguising traps...

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("A Question of Balance", 2019, original encaustic) An Unbalanced Equation My wife is in the middle of her cataract procedure, One eye done and another to go. Generally, it’s a remarkable thing Which we take for granted - Both our sight and the technology to repair it. I think of the doctor doing her surgery How he helps hundreds a year And tens of...

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Did you know there are more than 20,000 known species of bees, but only 5 percent are social bees? Only 5 percent allow you to get to know them. They’re minding their business, building their nests, and you interrupt their day to tell them, “You’re not like other bees,” because to you that’s such a...

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I have never been arrested, abused, discarded, neglected. All because someone protested, it’s my color they detested. I have always been protected, accepted, respected, vested. Civil rights never molested, my freedom never contested. No one has ever suggested, because I’m black I’m now suspected. To be so badly infected, that it cannot be corrected. Let this message be digested, if we want this life perfected. We must all...

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A wall divides me from that peace of mind. A peace I hope one day I'll find. But unti then, I stare at the wall and wonder how its fair to break down when it was I who did the hurting. I stare at the wall and I know it was never fair. That's what he called it, what he always said. Like a broken record reminding me it would...

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Oh, so macho, breathtaking,he! Unlike an innocent orange on a tree. He looked perfect in his mugshot and orange suit. “And chose plagiarized poems to post, to boot?* The crusader rabbits here are still licking the felon's boot. Then howl, when into a mall he deadly shoots? No, no ,absolutely jail fo him though. Liberal DA’s will surely, let him go. For...

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Boundless poverty, inseparable symptoms of capitalism - Illusions of ascension deceive the miserable. 28/03/2023 Written for the Writing Challenge - 'P' Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France ...

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The breast of Justice sleep - dry of pity & fear The fire of darkness & moderation grow Man of corruption take throne - God's chain of command is broken. The truthful believers keep boxes of truth as secret / for lies & wadding notes will make us live & exasperate. The pain of age sting & oppress -...

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She’s an old lady and she lives alone. She loves her job, and we know she will not leave. So, we cut her wages in half, told her on the phone. She tries to act okay, but we think she’s peeved. He’s a man who has fathered children all over town. It is a wonder he has not been caught...

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