Social Justice Poetry

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A Limp Others Can’t See | A Social Justice Poem by Donal Mahoney

The old man
crossing the street
has a bad limp

we try to ignore.
No one wants to look
at a limp like that.

We like to think
no one else can see
the limp we have

the limp we earned
by ignoring little people
who get in our way

who strike us as
the litter of life we
want swept away.

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It Can Happen in a Second | A Social Justice Poem by Donal Mahoney

Solid middle class he is
always has been
always will be

until tomorrow
on the highway
in the rain this bus

topples over
on his Dodge Durango.
He will never walk

or work again.
In six months or a year
his savings will be gone.

He will be for life
a ward of the state
and people will

forever feed
and bathe him for
the minimum wage

a sum he always said
folks like these
were worth.

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