Best Social Justice Poems

What a clamour
What a noise
To bring social justice
To answer the cries
That's gone on for centuries
That they keep maintaining
With promises and lies

Black lives matter
So we shout
But who hears the cries
When the establishment do nought

After the cotton fields
Up comes  the continuity 
In the justice system
When we...

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Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
     we were happy . . . 
then the white came to our shores
they thought our land was theirs to take
they...

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Social Justice

Social justice is the fair and just relation between the individual and society. 
I am an American
I just want fair and just treatment
wanting my fellow man and government
to represent, me
fairly
A measured explicit and tacit terms 
for the distribution of wealth, opportunities 
for personal activity...

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...And in that lies the irony
of this whole ‘social justice’ phrase,
it exists to excuse racism,
to put a nice name on mere hate.

You want to hate pale people or
attack any one that succeeds,
just claim that it’s ‘social justice,’
then you can go and make them bleed.

You want...

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"The soul of a person can be hurt 
 along with pain inside their heart.
  Life is so unpredictable and very
 crazy where there's so much hate
  and less love which we all need.
  Wars need to stop with all the 
fighting...

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Once Sariputra has paid a visit to the UN meeting.

- Social justice remains an elusive dream for poor people around the world, - the first speaker said.

- Besides economic efficiency, side effects, funding mechanisms and political feasibility that can be taken into account, - the...

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An evening of social justice
paid for by the “alleged” perpetrators
of the grand injustice.
What cads, these bastards
of the billions, usurpers of
our “common” wealth,
cream skimming purveyors
of the entrepreneurial spirit.

“They did not build it alone!”
No, they did not.  They built it –
first in their minds imagination,
fashioned into...

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The Salon of Forbidden Ideas
is a place where the free-thinkers go
to express their unsanctioned opinions
and explore what they aren't meant to know...

At twilight, they slip through the shadows
of the alley 'twixt Far-Left and Right,
wearing black masks and cloaks of red satin,
bearing lanterns of unfiltered light.

The...

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Dissenters dominate the streets,
	The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
             Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
           ...

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Scare-City

by

Rick Folker

Here on these mean streets...
The palpable lack of love
Threads through the alleyways
of brutal loss and unanswered prayers;
The anguished cries of despair rise
with the unforgiving heat.

Here among the forlorn refugees,
the frightened and the poor,
Can be found the ones who
forgage for a phantom friend 
and beg...

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“We have no milk,”
you speak quietly
in a tone reminiscent 
of another’s observation
that wine had run out
at a wedding feast.
Miraculous transformation
of wine or milk
from pitchers of water
seemingly absent from
the church job description
of educator and
director of parish music,
a deficit, in proportion
to the yearly salary of
nine thousand dollars...

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Dogs Included Push
Raven Vegetable Fear
Pleading Gum Arrest...

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Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win 
(part 1)
 					By: J.R. Wren

A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what...

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Once I threw a mouldy bread
into the dumpster
and when I went for groceries 
I saw a Gypsy boy taking the bread
and being content about it.

A tear dropped down my cheek.

I was always surrounded by
immoral people;
drug addicts, alcoholics,
small thieves, the poor.

Perhaps they see me as one...

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The chill of night crept in from the Rhizophora mangle - 
A tropical tree that gave me a shade from the perils of crime
I know nothing about,
Then I moved on to a barren area of landscape,
Where little precipitation occurs.
On top of a dune, I stood,
Letting...

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