Social Justice Poetry

humanitarian crisis poems

The Raze – Being a Lament for the Rohingya | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

A pale ghost from
A stateless, segregated hell
Tear your skirt in half and tie your dying child on your back
With feet unshod you walk and walk
As the operations of clearance continue
If you can survive the rape, the fires
The bullets…the waves
The lady with the medal exclaims you are all just fine
As you lose your name and the graves multiply

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Tara’s second chapbook of poems, Rhetorical Wanderlust, publishes in late January 2018. Her first, The Dead, is available on Smashwords.

Monument Circle, 2004 | A Social Justice Poem by Brian Burmeister

12:03, in front of great stone
soldiers and sailors,
cars go round and round.

A group of ten people stand
together, at the steps of the gray,
limestone tower, over a hundred years old.

Most of them hold white signs,
with simple block text:

A few cars honk or wave,
most passersby on foot pick up
their pace, drop heads.

At 12:04, one couple walks up,
in their sixties,
still holding hands,

asks a sunglassed college girl,
holding a sign,
“Who is Darfur?”

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