poems about justice

The Group

Letting people starve
Because they weren’t
At the right place
At the right time,
Or didn’t have the
Same opportunities,
A helping hand when
It was really needed
(But that is too often
Downplayed under the
Guise of self-reliance)
Or someone to offer them
A job or pave the way
For success in some form,
Or because they didn’t
Look or sound a certain way,
Or weren’t accepted as
Part of the group.

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Carefully Cultivated

A mob of privileged
Brutes gleefully singing
About never letting
Some (expletive) into
Their clique.

Not an isolated incident,
Yet another typical
Example of the seething
Contempt one group has
For another.

These things don’t appear
Out of nowhere,
Carefully cultivated,
Encouraged by
Role models.

Upstanding citizens in
Places of power
Perpetuating hatred
And division without
The slightest remorse.

Atrophy

Force the public schools
To atrophy so that few
Can accurately discern
The real issues that
Affect their lives.

Create a propaganda
Echo chamber where
Bigoted beliefs are pounded
Into receptive brains,
Willing followers.

Pander to base impulses,
Throbbing amygdalas
Screaming with fear,
Ready to act on
Intentional misinformation.

Blur the line between
Reality and fiction,
Fashion an alternate universe
Where incarceration is freedom,
Dictatorship safety.

Forgive or Forget

Somewhere in the
Recesses of his mind,
He still holds onto
Sour memories of being
Betrayed by a parent
Who he had formerly
Held in high esteem.
Thus started the vortex
That consumed his innocence
And drowned his optimism,
Coloring all his
Unhinged decisions,
Ruthlessly damaging untold
Numbers of helpless people
Just because he can’t
Forgive or forget.

No Other Reason

They send each other
Frequent e-mails
Mocking his race
Without the least bit
Of remorse or awareness
As to how they are
Hurting a fellow
Human being.
Truth be told,
They don’t really
Consider him to fully
Be a person like them.
It’s all a game
When you’ve never been
The target of
Despicable insults,
Of demeaning epithets
Uttered by people who
Hold you in the
Deepest contempt for
No other reason
Than how you look
And how powerless
They feel inside.

Day after Day

They just
Don’t get it,
What it’s like
To be demeaned
And belittled
For nothing else
Than the color of
Your skin,
The feeling of
Hateful eyes
Sizing you up
When you go
Where you’re not
Supposed to,
The contempt you’re
Confronted with
When you speak up
In any way,
The stinging pain
Of being
Looked down upon
Day after day.

Bills

A smattering of people
Gather someplace
To raise funds for
Someone’s illness.

No health insurance,
He’s always been a huge
Opponent of any type of
Public medical care.

Keep the government
Out of my business,
Don’t waste
My tax money.

Six hundred and
thirty-nine dollars
Are raised to pay
The bills.

Certain

They screech about
Government overreach
When it exposes their
Brazen malfeasance.

Everything’s fine
As long as you leave them
Alone to revel in their
Degenerate practices.

Targeting and subjecting
Certain people to
Routine abuse and
Disenfranchisement.

Bullies working out
Their inner turmoil
On the defenseless,
Just another day.

Care Less

A jabbering group of
Immaculately appointed
Tourists steps off
The luxury coach that’s
Carted them through
The objectionable parts
Of the city to the
Retail village built
For just this purpose,
Where unsmiling locals
Wearing fake costumes
Peddle inauthentic wares
To the delight of visitors
Who couldn’t care less
About their plight,
How phony this all is,
As they steal another
Soul through their cameras.