Social Justice Poetry

Promises to Hold Firm To | A Social Justice Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra

Year after year of rains
as victims they fell
crying for shelter and succour
as they thought their woes
won’t unaddressed go
when they have already
made the hands of the party
they favoured while giving
it the throne for years
over which they thought
they had heard the words
well enough not to be confused
that their woes would go
with a rain of days that
would be flooded with
good all round that for
centuries they had not seen
under colonial rule and the rule
that has been there as
transfer of chair and chance and
words continue term to term
when elections come
and words rain and hope rains
and a future at hand calls them
to drench in the promises now
to be washed away to new destinies
with powerful floods of actions
of all sorts they stand confused
to brand those good or bad
or just shadows that whirl
and vanish over deserts
when the sun is strong
and the birds flying low
searching for perches
that are never at hand
in gloom gather strong
and in whispers call others
to rally fast and make
worlds deliver the promised
land of milk and honey.

Fear and Compliance | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

With a rage unmatched
in our lives
Until now
We sit back and watch
Too afraid to speak out
They tell us
There is beauty there for us all
In the television
In the magazine
And we believe it
Too afraid to speak out
Lost in the crowd
After all there is safety
In numbers
We take our daily run
On the wheel
Too afraid to speak out

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Hearts of Our Times | A Social Justice Poem by Krushna Chandra Mishra

They said in their grandfathers’ days
there were no restrictions on anything
if they wanted to go anywhere
they could go alone and in great
and friendly company of men who were not
crooked or cheats
and thus the trips turned out to be
for enjoyment and health
and happiness that could grow
without bounds with the promise
of increasing health and happiness
on all trips that were set to follow
and they had then the scope for more trips
and still more till the company grew stronger
and life in simple ways drew longer
till they now realise and say
if there would be a way to return
to their grandfathers’ days of a simple life
of health and heart and happiness
when today ways to maximise the same
are more and sure that somehow
we could shun bitter and bad ways of
rotting and foul-smelling hearts
that in crookedness breeds hatred
and jealousy and meanness
making civilisation a thing to
question and discard with ease.