Social Justice Poems

I AM JUST A VOICE

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

Have Robin and the Sheriff Patched Things up?

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
riding through the glen!
Robin Hood , Robin Hood and his merry men
give to the rich
what they' taken from the poor.
The world in which I'm living
ain't the one I knew before.

Fantasy is Reality in the World Today

Just make believe
And your dreams will set you free…
Actually, it’s your sleep
And blissful dreaming that sets you free
In a la-la land of make believe.

The real world doesn’t require belief
It requires action
Eat or be eaten, fight or flight.
But dreaming is much more fun
Especially when someone else does your hunting.

This is the world of childish wonder
Of dreams

The madness of this world

What madness
We are killing the healers and paying their killers
Bound to the pound and signed our own fate
Consuming its rot confiding in demons
looting the land and soiling the seas
The mother is burning the father is frail
Its shadow is creeping its whispers are vile
The machine it runs rampant its controls are all broken
Our storytellers are paid

Useful Idiots

In a world gone mad
where rape and murder
in the name of love and peace
get the unquestioning support 
of the freedom loving press
and college campus crowd
social justice jihad
attains the level 
of a church indulgence
get out of jail free card
for the willful ignorance
of good intentions
we all know 
only lead to hell

(10/18/23)

Mouldy Bread

Once I threw a mouldy bread
into the dumpster
and when I went for groceries 
I saw a Gypsy boy taking the bread
and being content about it.

A tear dropped down my cheek.

I was always surrounded by
immoral people;
drug addicts, alcoholics,
small thieves, the poor.

Perhaps they see me as one of them
or they like the fact I don’t see them

Below the Ground

Thin pale grass
Competing with the
Strong tree roots
Pushed to the surface.

Below the ground
There are reasons.

Heavy clay,
Compacted soil,
Competing
For moisture,
And air.

Below the ground
There are reasons.

Can we cut the roots, 
Remove the grass,
And plant a new garden.

Below the ground
There are reasons.

There Is No Social Justice, Part Ii

...And in that lies the irony
of this whole ‘social justice’ phrase,
it exists to excuse racism,
to put a nice name on mere hate.

You want to hate pale people or
attack any one that succeeds,
just claim that it’s ‘social justice,’
then you can go and make them bleed.

You want to say bigoted things
and not have to take flak for

There Is No Social Justice, Part I

You hear the term bandied about,
used to justify everything,
this catch-all phrase, ‘social justice,’
its praises some constantly sing.

It has become their shibboleth,
to oppose it is heresy,
should someone not buy into it
you will hear the chorus of “Reeeee!”

They claim it is the moral path,
agree with it or be cancelled,
but even quick examinations
reveals it as a load of

Love In America

Husband, brother, son, 
lover, friend - 
Will we see you again?
Will you be a headline on the news?
Unarmed and unashamed.
We stand fearful and furious
in tear soaked silent pleas.
Something must change.
His skin won't warrant death,
and our hearts won't continue to pay 
the inexcusable cost
of love in America.

Social Justice

What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies

Black lives matter
So we shout
But who hears the cries
When the establishment do nought

After the cotton fields
Up comes  the continuity 
In the justice system
When we are gunned down by agents
Who prey on our community

The leaders

Dissident Outcry

Dissenters dominate the streets,
	The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
             Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
                   The best path

Stolen Candy

Dogs Included Push
Raven Vegetable Fear
Pleading Gum Arrest

Empty Pockets, Empty Stomachs

“We have no milk,”
you speak quietly
in a tone reminiscent 
of another’s observation
that wine had run out
at a wedding feast.
Miraculous transformation
of wine or milk
from pitchers of water
seemingly absent from
the church job description
of educator and
director of parish music,
a deficit, in proportion
to the yearly salary of
nine thousand dollars 
for seven days work
each week with two 
weeks off for

Mlk Remembrance

leader of social justice 
change society   
gift for rhetoric and oratory
strived for freedom and compassion for all
a name displayed on buildings nationwide
remembered by his famous speech  
a life and true potential shortened  
about hope for a world 
we might live in one day

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