Social Justice Poetry

Tara Lynn Hawk

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

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

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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.

You Don’t Get That | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

Your own street number, front door, gate, garden
View of something other than piled trash, dark alley
A sanctuary, a nest, a home
You don’t get that
Room to stretch out, companionship of a cat
Freedom from fear at 2 a.m.
You don’t get that
You are here to cook our burgers, clean our floors
Shelve our groceries
We need you in a constant state of want and desire
It’s good for you, gives you something to aspire to
Work harder, be thrifty, do not drink
You should’ve stayed in school
Should’ve never fallen in love, had that baby
Dared to dream
Should’ve listened, done what you were told
Maintained your subservience
It’s your own damn fault, because now
You don’t get that

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Embellished Fate | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

These things
They insist on referring to as
Germinated and formed in your
own mind and with
your hands
They seek to take a piece of and
tax in some medieval manner
Leaving you in turn with nothing
Leaving you to your fate
Presented to you on some gold-
colored platter
An unwanted gift from the court
of Agamemnon
Send it back

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Insatiable | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

We spend and hoard
Ourselves into blind oblivion
Take a pill for any minor discomfort
Seek the product that will make us new
Beautiful, acceptable
Disregard our mortality
Aspiring permanence
Take more than we need
Realizing too late
Our legacy in
The young

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Tara’s poetry chapbook, “The Dead”, available on Smashwords,

A Legacy Too Late | A Social Justice Poem by Tara Lynn Hawk

The good disappear
And no one speaks of it
A type of sanctioned poison covers it
Waiting to be released but for the key of a syllable
Hearts burn quickly and minds stay numb
They shuffle back and forth each day
With buried acknowledgement
There is no comfortable silence
It screams and moans with sweat and abuse
Then leaves them to die in loneliness
With no solemn bagpipe accompaniment
Elusive relaxation evades the tourniquet
The new normal

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