Poems about Inequality
#inequality
Poems about inequality, unfairness in society where some people have more opportunities and social status than others. Poems about inequality due to wealth, sex, race or birthplace.
rickthepoetwarrior
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 00:25am
11th Dec 2024 00:25am
You Can't Insure Death
So what! Big deal! A CEO dies
Too bad killer didn't biggie the fries
Insurance to boot
There's no surprise
Executive privilege
Often relies
In shareholder's name
Your claims denies
So policy holder
Delivered surprise
Good example to follow?
Perhaps time to rise?
Your aim is a message
To heads of big I.s
Too bad killer didn't biggie the fries
Insurance to boot
There's no surprise
Executive privilege
Often relies
In shareholder's name
Your claims denies
So policy holder
Delivered surprise
Good example to follow?
Perhaps time to rise?
Your aim is a message
To heads of big I.s
#inequality
#poverty
#power
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 9:59pm
9th Dec 2024 9:59pm
Executive Fever
Marked safe from tears when shitty bosses die
I think of the long stingy road to this,
where estimation will not even try
to have no obligation go amiss
in a republic of the free and brave;
free, that is, to accumulate more debt,
as less and less we can keep from the grave,
unless lotteries are a winning bet.
Yet in this mess they say the boss is right
and that the private jet and private yacht
are not somehow an ecologic blight
where at least the Orcas have not been bought
and know damn well that they can't trust a boat ...
I think of the long stingy road to this,
where estimation will not even try
to have no obligation go amiss
in a republic of the free and brave;
free, that is, to accumulate more debt,
as less and less we can keep from the grave,
unless lotteries are a winning bet.
Yet in this mess they say the boss is right
and that the private jet and private yacht
are not somehow an ecologic blight
where at least the Orcas have not been bought
and know damn well that they can't trust a boat ...
#corruption
#deception
#inequality #politics
#inequality #politics
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11 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 7:57am
9th Dec 2024 7:57am
Acquitting Sin
Screams are amplified inside the chamber
Insults are hurled before any intent is shown
They speak of harming their leftist neighbor
While calloused hearts become hard as stone
Hate-speak echoes off cold desperate walls
Envious egos grow bitter before turning sour
Hanging judges fill these holes in judicial halls
Acquitting sin for the wealthy to hold the power
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
Insults are hurled before any intent is shown
They speak of harming their leftist neighbor
While calloused hearts become hard as stone
Hate-speak echoes off cold desperate walls
Envious egos grow bitter before turning sour
Hanging judges fill these holes in judicial halls
Acquitting sin for the wealthy to hold the power
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality
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21 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 5:19pm
28th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Life Expectancy
In doorway forty three
she clings to cardboard skirts
though homeless is no crime
forgotten is what hurts
But who should rescue
her shortened years
and from their warm beds rise
when barefoot holy
winter's empire
descends unseen
to claim ill fated lives
she clings to cardboard skirts
though homeless is no crime
forgotten is what hurts
But who should rescue
her shortened years
and from their warm beds rise
when barefoot holy
winter's empire
descends unseen
to claim ill fated lives
#homelessness
#inequality
#poverty
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1 Comment
Wordsmith
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 7:05am
28th Nov 2024 7:05am
The Cry of The Hungry
In the land where the sun kisses the soil
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast
The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust
A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow
Once we...
Where abundance once sprang from honest toil
Now hunger prowls... like a restless beast
And famine mocks every hoped-for feast
The yam barns are empty... the granaries bare
The fields once golden... now stripped of care
Scarcity spreads... like harmattan dust
A bitter curse... on a broken trust
A goat tied too long... will chew the rope
But here even ropes... can’t kindle hope
The people cry... their stomachs hollow
Yet promises are all they’re forced to swallow
Once we...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
#poverty
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:37pm
13th Nov 2024 3:37pm
Masochist Heaven
A popular vote of low self-esteem
was all it took for billionaires to win
the war they waged on freedom's ringing dream
to escape from Europe's wages and sin
and next you know they'll elect the shooters
who made the kindergartens an abattoir,
or industry rife with more polluters
so egos can reach as high as a star
for profits to blast to the moon and back
and pay for the overclass rocketeer
even as workers have a heart attack
and afterwards only cry in their beer
cuz everywhere the cancelled Medicare
makes MAGA laugh at the...
was all it took for billionaires to win
the war they waged on freedom's ringing dream
to escape from Europe's wages and sin
and next you know they'll elect the shooters
who made the kindergartens an abattoir,
or industry rife with more polluters
so egos can reach as high as a star
for profits to blast to the moon and back
and pay for the overclass rocketeer
even as workers have a heart attack
and afterwards only cry in their beer
cuz everywhere the cancelled Medicare
makes MAGA laugh at the...
#corruption
#deception
#ignorance #inequality
#ignorance #inequality
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4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 4:29pm
11th Nov 2024 4:29pm
Property Rights
Behavior marks us all as good or bad
with dissension evermore in the ranks
of any milieu that we've ever had
from the front lines to the national banks
with most of us opting for something nice
to showcase our variety of thought
and by considerations twice and thrice
we see common ground as a tiny plot
which serves the public as a litmus test
to show who is greedy and who is not
in the melee to see just what is best
in the public policies that we've got
and thereby we know that to privatize ...
with dissension evermore in the ranks
of any milieu that we've ever had
from the front lines to the national banks
with most of us opting for something nice
to showcase our variety of thought
and by considerations twice and thrice
we see common ground as a tiny plot
which serves the public as a litmus test
to show who is greedy and who is not
in the melee to see just what is best
in the public policies that we've got
and thereby we know that to privatize ...
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics #pollution
#politics #pollution
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8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Free Market Freedom
In the free land and home of bravery
they voted against both at every chance
as they demonstrated knavery
at each legislative circumstance
to block all working class opportunity
since they only want commoners to work;
as evident by importunity
and their condescension truly berserk.
If only proles read between the lines
to tease all the gas out of their gaslights
and by that see where intention consigns
only to the gentry...OUR civil rights...
In the...
they voted against both at every chance
as they demonstrated knavery
at each legislative circumstance
to block all working class opportunity
since they only want commoners to work;
as evident by importunity
and their condescension truly berserk.
If only proles read between the lines
to tease all the gas out of their gaslights
and by that see where intention consigns
only to the gentry...OUR civil rights...
In the...
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
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5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 00:15am
9th Nov 2024 00:15am
Starlink Serfage
We can constellate the founding fathers
much like the Greeks did with their dying gods
and pulverize their Mount Rushmore facades
into some rubble that no more bothers
the vespering spirits of yesteryear...
now replaced by apocalypse horsemen
grinding axes like a million Norsemen
extoling a scornful billionaire's sneer.
Sing no more of those noble intentions
that now are just as Polybius...dead...
and as badly drained as Cicero's head,
or Edison's corpse of new inventions
when monopolies know and...
much like the Greeks did with their dying gods
and pulverize their Mount Rushmore facades
into some rubble that no more bothers
the vespering spirits of yesteryear...
now replaced by apocalypse horsemen
grinding axes like a million Norsemen
extoling a scornful billionaire's sneer.
Sing no more of those noble intentions
that now are just as Polybius...dead...
and as badly drained as Cicero's head,
or Edison's corpse of new inventions
when monopolies know and...
#HumanRights
#inequality
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6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 7:52pm
7th Nov 2024 7:52pm
2024 November Poems >> before the jury of the Sage/this age
No. 02
before the jury of
the Sage/this age
“It is not the man who has too little, but the man
who craves more, that is poor.”—Seneca
i write/right life’s wrongs to make this world a better place to live.
i sing/swing sweet songs that metronome dull spirits from dismay.
i live/leave death far behind poor kinfolk destinied to grieve.
i hear/heir suave silence as a gift, to souls in disarray.
i see/seize the blindness of a white-cane man lost in the street.
i taste/test the bitterness of bitter salt that...
before the jury of
the Sage/this age
“It is not the man who has too little, but the man
who craves more, that is poor.”—Seneca
i write/right life’s wrongs to make this world a better place to live.
i sing/swing sweet songs that metronome dull spirits from dismay.
i live/leave death far behind poor kinfolk destinied to grieve.
i hear/heir suave silence as a gift, to souls in disarray.
i see/seize the blindness of a white-cane man lost in the street.
i taste/test the bitterness of bitter salt that...
#CallToAction
#inequality
#kindness
#morality
#UnrequitedLove
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
5th Nov 2024 9:17pm
Remember, Remember
Bonfire Night is an ironic thing
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
at 400 years after the event
where a Gunpowder Plot had killed no king
and sabotage became Guido's lament
as the people had made it very clear
that a disruption to the status quo
based on violence and subsequent fear
wasn't the most discerning way to go
to carry heretofore the common law;
be the ancient regimes hip, hip, hooray,
or establishments of indolent blah
countermanding even a sunny day...
since rare indeed is the revolution
that fairly treats the wealth distribution!
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
#rebellion
#war
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8 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 6:58pm
1st Nov 2024 6:58pm
Unholy Seed
They're doing tricks on the blind
And busy bee got control
The other brick in the wall
Another day on the job
And that's the way things work
Digging, shoving, to fuel the machinery
Watch the pistons pump
That's the drive that keeps the heart alive
And all that you desire
Making you the perfect liar
And someone's casting pearls before the swine
On the road to hell
Illuminati
N.W.O. in control
While fingers worked to the bone
Illuminati, unholy seed
In 1776 the birth of greed
...
And busy bee got control
The other brick in the wall
Another day on the job
And that's the way things work
Digging, shoving, to fuel the machinery
Watch the pistons pump
That's the drive that keeps the heart alive
And all that you desire
Making you the perfect liar
And someone's casting pearls before the swine
On the road to hell
Illuminati
N.W.O. in control
While fingers worked to the bone
Illuminati, unholy seed
In 1776 the birth of greed
...
#corruption
#greed
#HumanRights
#inequality
#politics
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