Social Justice Poetry

indifferent politicians poems

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

She
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

Visit Tara at https://www.taralynnhawk.com/.

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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.

Politics as Usual | A Social Justice Poem by J.K. Durick

Politics, too often, exists, survives in the valley of
its making, full of sound and fury signifying nothing
or little, which is fine if all the world needed was to
keep dangerous people busy with their own business,
they pose and party, form groups and apply pressure,
make speeches for the cameras in their mostly empty
chambers, vote and gloat, form committees, adjust
their thinking to keep their power, their place assured,

but, there’s always a but, when it comes to who runs
the show, there are problems all around us, ones that
get mentioned, but play out quietly in the background
in all the clamor and cluster of politics, think of all
the diseases that need to be cured, or poverty, or cities
falling apart on the evening news, the environment
and unemployment – when politics become about itself,
politicians on talk shows, politicians on junkets, on and
on, the art of the possible becomes impossible to take.

Closing the Door | A Social Justice Poem by J.K. Durick

A door when it closes makes a noise –
slammed, of course, it’s loud enough
to rattle windows, if shut more slowly
more subtly it’s an almost silent click.

If it’s a literal door and you see it close
from the outside, you would be tempted
to knock or ring the bell, but the more
figurative kind are harder to deal with.

When these doors close, through opinion,
through executive order, or a vote along
party lines, the closing is harder on those
on the outside, you would be tempted too,

tempted to talk, but out here you are alone
even in a crowd you are alone, closed doors
do that, they fill up space in your thinking,
a blank wall, a blank face, an answering silence.