Social Justice Poetry

Steal | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

The voices won’t
Leave him alone,
Abiding insecurity
Gnaws at his being.

It’s entirely possible
In his mind that someone
Will burst through the door
At any moment.

They’ll steal his things,
Desecrate his domain,
Leave him penniless,
Vulnerable, destitute.

It’s always that way
With freeloaders,
They take what they want
And hurt good people.

He vows to do everything
Possible so that those
Leeches don’t get anything
That’s rightfully his.

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