Social Justice Poetry

hypocrisy poems

Legislators v. Her | A Social Justice Poem by Alexandre Bartolo

Nightcrawlers fill your tonsils, beaconing
false beetles towards eerie lepers. Fit

weary scarfs around legislators, disheartened
from feminists’ marches.

“Those fetal coincidental miscalculations!
Where was our pharmaceutical latex?”

“We didn’t laboriously get paid to endure
unshaven armpits!”

Parasites, elephants whose genes changed
by Linkage near to reincarnation engorge

laundry rooms, wombs and Her call to
living will.

Look across lucky neighborhoods where
daughters can afford crossing borders, eager

to adjure a Mount Venus’ climber,
executing their fathers’ shame.

The Center of Town | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

The hard-working
Son of a sharecropper,
He leaves the sweltering
Heat of his small shack
And walks down a
Dirt road toward the
Center of town,
Where all the
Tidy buildings beckon
And well-appointed citizens
Stroll through clean,
Tree-lined streets,
Nodding to each other,
And where he’s never
Felt quite welcome.
He remembers the stories
His parents told him
When he was a child.

Ode to Roy Moore and Governor Kay Ivey | A Social Justice Poem by Eliza Mimski

Thank you, Alabama
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you for Roy Moore
We couldn’t ask for more.

Thank you, Alabama
Thank you thank you thank you
Thank you for Kay Ivey
She really helps our psyche.

Thank you to Roy Moore
his mores on the floor
Thank you to Kay Ivey
She makes us feel so grimy
We wish we’d had a father
We wish we’d had a mother
We wish we’d had a father
We wish we’d had a mother
We wish we’d had a father and a mother
Just like you.

Thank you to Roy Moore for all you’ve done for girls and women
Thank you to Kay Ivy for all you’ve done for girls and women

Darn that Alabama
You are our top banana
We love your politicians
Gosh darn it they are Christians

Hubba hubba hubba hubba
We gotta gotta gotta love ya!

Visit Eliza at https://elizamimski.wordpress.com/.

What They Are | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

They want all the benefits
But don’t want to share them,
Especially with the brown
People they sneer at when
In the safety of their own
Enclaves, surrounded by members
Of their exclusionary clans.
None of this is new,
People like this have always
Reveled in power and dominance,
Accustomed to reaping all
The rewards while depriving
Others of basic necessities,
And pretending to be victims
When outed for what they are.