Social Justice Poetry

Martine V. Clarke

Like Dreams I Shouldn’t Live With | A Social Justice Poem by Martine V. Clarke

I’m contemplating the effects of these memories
the effects of these sounds and situations forever surrounding me.

I’m considering the boundaries and borders encircling my brain,
burdens as bombs exploding in the midst of my mind,
systems stifling my sanity
stealing every semblance of my common senses.

I’m sitting in the middle of my own silence
contemplating emancipation,
searching for a freedom that no society could present
longing for real liberty and a perpetually distant paradise.

I’m drowning again in useless memories
and a barrage of the irrelevant and unnecessary,
still searching for a freedom that I may never find,
devoured by a dream that I shouldn’t live with,
dwelling in an existence that I shouldn’t try to define…

Visit Martine at

Unnamed | A Social Justice Poem by Martine V. Clarke

An air of bother persists
An atmosphere stifling
Conjuring thoughts of suicide
As the authoritarians break into the mind
Stealing all originality
Scaring all individuality
Praying on the sickening sameness
Claiming victory over the trampled souls

This bother now expounded
As the leviathan continuously feeds off the weakened souls
Hapless victims now overcome
Crowds maddened
Souls enraged
Anger unnamed
Longed-for deviation
Battles lost.

Visit Martine at

Epitaph | A Social Justice Poem by Martine V. Clarke

We died tonight
Died when darkness covered the blue sky
Died when the moon put on her bright white gown and sat upon her
Died when the stars claimed their nightly territories
As the sun slept after her twelve hour labor
We died tonight

We died when we hid from the revelries of the world
Died when we became victims of forced spiritualities
Died when we bent our knees and babbled strange words to stranger
Died when we deemed ourselves superior to our fellowmen
Based on our beliefs in thousand year old doctrines
We died tonight

We died when we removed our coats of bravery
Died when we allowed some member of mankind’s fraternity
To rob us of our happiness, freedom and liberty
Died when we choose to sit down and complain about elements of
Shunning the right to take a stand and conjure some solution
Remaining servants of cursed complexities
We died tonight

We died when we choose to remain hushed to evils around us
Died when we became bearers of hopeless hearts and darkened minds
Died when night consumed our knowledge
When darkness stole our reason
When shadows devoured our bodies
Died when we feared that the approaching daylight would reveal our
true characters
And remained tormented by our own hypocrisies
We died tonight

We died when we became slaves to midnight forever fearing the
Yet never shining our own lights to guide our own souls
Died when we closed our eyes and ceased our vigilance
When we ended our labors
Allowing our minds and bodies to be engulfed by the night’s dark
Forever awaiting promised forgiveness and resurrection
We died tonight

We died when we lay in hell’s coffins
Succumbing to perpetual darkness and death
We died tonight

Visit Martine at

Confined Freedom | A Social Justice Poem by Martine V. Clarke

They say we are free
Our minds opened
Thoughts liberated
Ideas released
We are free

Free slaves and victims of selfish righteousness
Free servants in institutional bondage
Free bondsmen under a capitalist-like serfdom
Free puppets controlled by the strings of their commandments
Free, once we remain chained in the dungeons of their morals and
They say we are free
And will always be free

For liberty is of the mind
And captivity is the basis of reality
We are free
Once we remain in their mental confines
We are free
Once we bow to their constitutional idols

They say we are free
And we will always be free