Social Justice Poetry

Julia Hones

The Price of Life | A Social Justice Poem by Julia Hones

What price do they assign to the songbird who cheers our spirit every morning?

If everything has a number attached to it
then soon the oxygen will have a tag as well,
the grass, the clouds, the colors of the rainbow;
The body is a commodity to the greedy eyes.

One day they’ll find that bills and bonds
do not amount to food and water.
Each living being that vanished from the earth
will make their dogma wobble
and they will learn to grieve.

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Inquisitive Mind | A Social Justice Poem by Julia Hones

Why do we talk about women’s rights?
When shall we consider them human rights?

Why do we put up with a man
who calls a woman “disgusting”
when she wants to extract from her body
the precious fluid that helps her baby think and thrive?

Albert Einstein said we should never stop asking questions,
but if he had been a woman,
her statement might have been trashed.

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