Poetry about Politics
#politics
A view of politics, from all corners of the world, expressed through poetry. Here you'll find poems about politics, power and government. This includes poems about support or criticism for particular political parties or leaders. Also, poetry about issues like poverty, law and discrimination and shining a light on how state corruption affects societies.
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:27pm
Yesterday 11:27pm
Remote Control
To the man who starts a war
From the comfort of his vacation home
Killing has never been so convenient
As playing with your little drones
Never having to see the looks upon their faces
Or see the pain behind their eyes
As you bomb them in their birthplaces
Deaf to their desperate cries
Blind to the atrocities of war
Of the millions dying on the floor
Their children crying at our door
Such unimaginable gore
The smell of burning flesh
Is something you'll never have to smell
Sending soldiers to clean up the mess ...
From the comfort of his vacation home
Killing has never been so convenient
As playing with your little drones
Never having to see the looks upon their faces
Or see the pain behind their eyes
As you bomb them in their birthplaces
Deaf to their desperate cries
Blind to the atrocities of war
Of the millions dying on the floor
Their children crying at our door
Such unimaginable gore
The smell of burning flesh
Is something you'll never have to smell
Sending soldiers to clean up the mess ...
#soldiers
#lies
#politics
#war
#death
62 reads
12 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:32am
Yesterday 1:32am
Look the Other Way
#hate
#politics
#racism #poverty
#racism #poverty
22 reads
1 Comment
nomoth
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 9:38pm
17th Jan 2020 9:38pm
lost child found
a supply to a will
or I will to supply
special rations for flying.
the artificial lights that pollute the heights
until the sun plots its course overhead.
laboratory rats frequently ask their knowledge out of here
creatures sense cracks in the tracks left in the atmosphere.
whatever did happen to those ethical courses that were promised us in the prospectus?
the observation of concentration
emigration consultation
Ronald Reagan assassination.
men in station-wagons taking photographs of me, why? ...
or I will to supply
special rations for flying.
the artificial lights that pollute the heights
until the sun plots its course overhead.
laboratory rats frequently ask their knowledge out of here
creatures sense cracks in the tracks left in the atmosphere.
whatever did happen to those ethical courses that were promised us in the prospectus?
the observation of concentration
emigration consultation
Ronald Reagan assassination.
men in station-wagons taking photographs of me, why? ...
#corruption
#politics
28 reads
6 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 9:58am
17th Jan 2020 9:58am
Horror Story
#identity
#politics
#FreeVerse
39 reads
7 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
15th Jan 2020 2:08pm
Crossed Wires
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes
...
Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go
As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals
But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see
So I should get in, yes I should get in
But my skin’s too black despite white blood
And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball
The music’s good, the dance-floor wide
But Federal Laws don’t reach this State
So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.
#LangstonHughes
...
#politics
#dialogue
#respect #LangstonHughes
#respect #LangstonHughes
66 reads
17 Comments
Valeriya
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 8:00pm
12th Jan 2020 8:00pm
Hypnoid Mortals Beyond Reproach
#lies
#betrayal
#politics
38 reads
9 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
12th Jan 2020 7:14pm
Gloat
What's the price of privilege?
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
Turning blind eye on the left
behind
and the left behind
supping from the right
side of the bowl.
I wouldn't mind if it didn't ensure we were speaking in opposites,
more and more we are, lines aren't blurred, people don't play the midfield.
Tribes are out in force
and I
am on a losing team.
We've been losing a long time, my entire voting career I've proudly screamed, red
in the face, from a pew with a pencil in hand.
Your blue
eyes catch mine and I know
we didn't choose the...
#anger
#politics
#apathy
42 reads
6 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 6:42am
12th Jan 2020 6:42am
Through Their Eyes
Out the mouths of babes comes strength & praise
Through the eyes of babes awareness gets raised
Try seeing things from vantage points of the youth
It sounds strange but the brave don't fear the truth
We must rally the troops; taking a stand arm in arm
Battling the hate that's causing heartache & harm
Avoiding being charmed by deceitful, political lies
Consuming Lucky Charms in hopes that we may rise
Through the eyes of babes awareness gets raised
Try seeing things from vantage points of the youth
It sounds strange but the brave don't fear the truth
We must rally the troops; taking a stand arm in arm
Battling the hate that's causing heartache & harm
Avoiding being charmed by deceitful, political lies
Consuming Lucky Charms in hopes that we may rise
#strength
#children
#politics
#war
#wisdom
36 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 5:43pm
11th Jan 2020 5:43pm
Divided, We Fall
Year by year, it stays this way,
Driving us apart.
Day by day, it eats away
At our country, and our hearts.
Divided by our differences,
We fail to see the other's side,
And are quick to get defensive,
As our hearts are filled with pride.
It seems we've blown off course, my friends,
From the goodness in our hearts;
For we focus on our differences,
And the wars which we will start.
If only we could compromise,
Just to find some common ground;
Perhaps we'd find a better way
To turn this...
Driving us apart.
Day by day, it eats away
At our country, and our hearts.
Divided by our differences,
We fail to see the other's side,
And are quick to get defensive,
As our hearts are filled with pride.
It seems we've blown off course, my friends,
From the goodness in our hearts;
For we focus on our differences,
And the wars which we will start.
If only we could compromise,
Just to find some common ground;
Perhaps we'd find a better way
To turn this...
#politics
#war
#America
#ignorance
#morality
114 reads
27 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
10th Jan 2020 6:59am
10th Jan 2020 6:59am
STAYING IN BED FOR PEACE
i'll "stay in bed for peace":
my tensions I'll relase
in acts of making love
to my beautiful Dove.
I'm not going to war
for White House warrior
who didn't get to 'Nam
when called by Uncle Sam.
They who have most treasures
no doubt keep their pleasures:
I"m richer than I need
in arms of my bed steed.
We're trying to 'get caught',
knowing that life's too short -
and will be shorter still
if I'm sent to the kill.
We want to get it on, ...
my tensions I'll relase
in acts of making love
to my beautiful Dove.
I'm not going to war
for White House warrior
who didn't get to 'Nam
when called by Uncle Sam.
They who have most treasures
no doubt keep their pleasures:
I"m richer than I need
in arms of my bed steed.
We're trying to 'get caught',
knowing that life's too short -
and will be shorter still
if I'm sent to the kill.
We want to get it on, ...
#marriage
#sex
#politics
#peace
#rhyming
85 reads
7 Comments
Soxy
SoxThePoet
SoxThePoet
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 9:56am
9th Jan 2020 9:56am
Bipolar Personalities
Before the beginning of the end
Was a time where war was the best diplomacy
Thwart your enemies before they can crash you
33 strategies of war
Everyone is your enemy until proven otherwise
Other wise men learnt the strategic value of the night
Knighted warriors and taught them to fight
Invisible like spirits under the clock of the night
When the clock strikes 12, Cinderella,
Take off your shoe and be the lady of the night
Be whatever they want you to be, stroke their different sized egos if need be
And honey when they are weak sting like...
Was a time where war was the best diplomacy
Thwart your enemies before they can crash you
33 strategies of war
Everyone is your enemy until proven otherwise
Other wise men learnt the strategic value of the night
Knighted warriors and taught them to fight
Invisible like spirits under the clock of the night
When the clock strikes 12, Cinderella,
Take off your shoe and be the lady of the night
Be whatever they want you to be, stroke their different sized egos if need be
And honey when they are weak sting like...
#secrets
#politics
#religion
#historical
#hypocrisy
24 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 5:51am
9th Jan 2020 5:51am
New Age Guerrilla
When the powers that be rule the land,
And their armies sweep countries by force,
The few,
The proud,
The strong-willed fight back,
Insurgents
Will battle to the ends of the earth,
And go to their deaths for the cause.
It’s been around for thousands of years,
As those who resist,
Vow to oppose and defend their beliefs,
They use tactics uncommon of war,
Bringing chaos and bedlam
To armies of far greater numbers,
But more importantly
They have a fundamental motif.
Guerrilla warfare, ...
And their armies sweep countries by force,
The few,
The proud,
The strong-willed fight back,
Insurgents
Will battle to the ends of the earth,
And go to their deaths for the cause.
It’s been around for thousands of years,
As those who resist,
Vow to oppose and defend their beliefs,
They use tactics uncommon of war,
Bringing chaos and bedlam
To armies of far greater numbers,
But more importantly
They have a fundamental motif.
Guerrilla warfare, ...
#corruption
#politics
#rebellion
63 reads
7 Comments
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