Long Poems About Inequality
#inequality
Long poems about inequality. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 4:15pm
2nd Nov 2019 4:15pm
Har dtimes
HardTimes ass bustin
supreme / thankgodd
it ain't some
(Black) Plague or something
or something
or something that something (that something) or
other can ill afford.
HardTimes ass bustin
supreme / thankgodd
it ain't some
(Black) Plague or something
or something
...
supreme / thankgodd
it ain't some
(Black) Plague or something
or something
or something that something (that something) or
other can ill afford.
HardTimes ass bustin
supreme / thankgodd
it ain't some
(Black) Plague or something
or something
...
#corruption
#greed
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
611 reads
4 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 5:30pm
18th Oct 2019 5:30pm
Me2 Or Not Me2 - - - - "TRIGGER WARNING!"
#abuse
#oppression
#MeToo #inequality
#MeToo #inequality
554 reads
2 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 10:29pm
14th Oct 2019 10:29pm
War Path - Sunny Daze
They once had Auction and Negro Sale signs, just up ahead
Niggers were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey ...
Niggers were sold dirt cheap and were going home bled
Branded them slaves, even made ‘em dig their own grave
Southern folk, had bragging’ rights, but not all brave
Did a whole lot more, than work the plantation cotton fields
History dare not repeat, that of which, the past conceals
They were once leanin’ towards a war path
They were paid, if they worked on da railway
They were laid, if they worked on da good day
They were beat, if they were to ever disobey ...
#music
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#inequality
368 reads
3 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:07am
10th Oct 2019 3:07am
This Is My Blues
Workin’ as a young one, during da cotton pickin’ days.
Tuning my ears into, my older siblings, gospel ways.
Smokin’ a whole lotta dope, got me to here.
Drinking from early mornings on, got me to there.
Playing some slow guitar chords, gave me the blues.
Sleeping at night, always awakening, to more bad news.
This is my blues.
Purely undiluted.
Then distilled on down.
To its true purity.
I got a kind hearted women, no imitation...
Tuning my ears into, my older siblings, gospel ways.
Smokin’ a whole lotta dope, got me to here.
Drinking from early mornings on, got me to there.
Playing some slow guitar chords, gave me the blues.
Sleeping at night, always awakening, to more bad news.
This is my blues.
Purely undiluted.
Then distilled on down.
To its true purity.
I got a kind hearted women, no imitation...
#music
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#inequality
434 reads
1 Comment
Urbanwordsmith
Poem Published
21st May 2019 6:02pm
21st May 2019 6:02pm
C.A.R.T.E.L’S
Demonstrated skills of trickery and deceit
Makes these many enemy's hard to defeat, police stations, board rooms to the heart of the street, this is cartel behaviour it's what lies beneath. Cartels of the streets they ain't unique, they are just more publicised than the corporate tax cheats, criminal fraternities uninformed and walking beats, high level murder and money laundering, no guns just balance sheets.
Street criminality, mindless brutality, from the plantations to the streets, this shit is eating up families. Poppy fields to crack Dens, around the world and back...
Makes these many enemy's hard to defeat, police stations, board rooms to the heart of the street, this is cartel behaviour it's what lies beneath. Cartels of the streets they ain't unique, they are just more publicised than the corporate tax cheats, criminal fraternities uninformed and walking beats, high level murder and money laundering, no guns just balance sheets.
Street criminality, mindless brutality, from the plantations to the streets, this shit is eating up families. Poppy fields to crack Dens, around the world and back...
#corruption
#violence
#oppression
#greed
#inequality
354 reads
0 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2019 5:34am
2nd Apr 2019 5:34am
From Cradle To Grave
Nations standards of civilisation
Are based on its treatment of unfortunates.
Its sense of community responsibility is based
On its willingness to share and resolve community issues.
Health care should not be reliant on how much money you have.
With the best of treatments only available to the wealthy.
As a double through the knee amputee, I cannot afford to get prosthetics
That are only available to the wealthy therefore I am forever unable to walk,
Despite not being a criminal this is my punishment, my curse and
The guilt of this nation...
Are based on its treatment of unfortunates.
Its sense of community responsibility is based
On its willingness to share and resolve community issues.
Health care should not be reliant on how much money you have.
With the best of treatments only available to the wealthy.
As a double through the knee amputee, I cannot afford to get prosthetics
That are only available to the wealthy therefore I am forever unable to walk,
Despite not being a criminal this is my punishment, my curse and
The guilt of this nation...
#corruption
#politics
#HumanRights
#inequality
#healing
536 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
Modes of Being ( after Denise Levertov )
March wipes
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
#war
#suffering
#inequality
#poverty
#DeniseLevertov
1076 reads
8 Comments
TheQ
Poem Published
25th Feb 2019 11:27pm
25th Feb 2019 11:27pm
Stripped clean
#corruption
#oppression
#scary
#greed
#inequality
502 reads
0 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 5:04am
13th Feb 2019 5:04am
Do you know my name?
Do you know my name?
You know my name the stripper in the club that's
working on a master's for that promotion at my day job
so I can get that big raise, so I can quit this and live normally.
You know my name the cabbie that picks you up and who you refuse to tip
that is working three jobs to put my kids through college and pay for my wife's
cancer treatments because she's too sick to work.
You know my name the waitress at the greasy spoon you oogle and grab
trying to save up enough money to move out and be the...
You know my name the stripper in the club that's
working on a master's for that promotion at my day job
so I can get that big raise, so I can quit this and live normally.
You know my name the cabbie that picks you up and who you refuse to tip
that is working three jobs to put my kids through college and pay for my wife's
cancer treatments because she's too sick to work.
You know my name the waitress at the greasy spoon you oogle and grab
trying to save up enough money to move out and be the...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#misunderstood
#inequality
#culture
226 reads
0 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
7th Jan 2019 8:09pm
Consumerism 2
(Listening to Sampha - Treasure (Beautiful Boy Soundtrack) aww shit now
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
Long gone are the days
of 1 report signing off
on your citizen’s worthiness
or just paying your bills on time; alone
to bolster that credit score
now you have to buy your way in
they want to see
revolving credit accounts,
open credit cards,
“Do you want to open account with us?”
I just looked at her…
I guess she was like
Let me leave this ignorant bitch alone ...
#politics
#LifeCycle
#consumerism
#HumanRights
#inequality
537 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2018 9:27am
22nd Oct 2018 9:27am
~ Blessed be that [which] Will Obliterate Every Trace [of Me ]~
the man of monster, old gentle soul too grievous
to forget the grieving. Finding empty the
Houses of Lords, Fathers, and
dead Daughters, wit
all spirits in a
colloquy of yester'year's glee
that happens to be not happening
anymore, nor anywhere
(where the blind eye looks to see),
O, aye'll be'damed as the blessing...
to forget the grieving. Finding empty the
Houses of Lords, Fathers, and
dead Daughters, wit
all spirits in a
colloquy of yester'year's glee
that happens to be not happening
anymore, nor anywhere
(where the blind eye looks to see),
O, aye'll be'damed as the blessing...
#homelessness
#humankind
#HumanRights
#inequality
#poverty
669 reads
3 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
1st Oct 2018 8:12pm
1st Oct 2018 8:12pm
Most Earth Shaking News Gets Short Shrift
Tree mend us sappy weird
human interest stories rarely appeared
back in the day online, whereas
at present (the toasted,
digitally papered, and lacquered
drab heron nah owl pablum),
not spared, but repeated,
a bajillion times showcased
finds me clicking past beard
did and bared naked ladies
(and/or men), paired
with nauseatingly, predictably,
and repeatedly, those
bland posts, veered
as popular cult
chore, which someone
deemed apropos as
pulp yule har audience -...
human interest stories rarely appeared
back in the day online, whereas
at present (the toasted,
digitally papered, and lacquered
drab heron nah owl pablum),
not spared, but repeated,
a bajillion times showcased
finds me clicking past beard
did and bared naked ladies
(and/or men), paired
with nauseatingly, predictably,
and repeatedly, those
bland posts, veered
as popular cult
chore, which someone
deemed apropos as
pulp yule har audience -...
#pollution
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#inequality
#poverty
390 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Inequality
