Social Justice Poetry

Gunk | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

The black gunk
Oozes into every recess,
Especially the halls of power,
Where it buys votes in spite of
The great harm it inflicts,
People gasping for air,
Wilderness besmirched,
Climate changed,
Alternatives strangled,
A few enriching themselves
At the expense of
Everything else.

~ This site keeps going through the kind support of people like you.