poems about justice

Once a Week

She comes to
His home
Once a week.

She cleans the
Toilets, washes
His clothes.

She vacuums and
Dusts everywhere,
Mops the floors.

Her ever-present
Smile is a
Welcome sight.

He interacts with
Her in a
Polite way.

Below the surface,
He disdains
Her kind.


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All These Problems

It’s so easy to fix
All these problems,
All you need to do
Is transform the ethos
Of people who would
Rather hoard everything
For themselves and
Introduce the idea that
It’s okay not to have
All the money or power
Or have to dominate
Everyone and everything,
That one can live a
Life of deep beauty and
Dignity with just the
Company of one’s own
Healthy conscience.

Them

I don’t mind
Giving to others,
I’m a charitable person,
Taught well by my parents.
I know the difference between
Right and wrong,
I was brought up to
Help others
Less fortunate.
I’m always there for
My friends, family, colleagues,
But not them.

Peddlers

Mendacious malefactors
Gleefully ditching integrity
For fistfuls of cash
Diverted to secret accounts.
Terrifying the rubes,
Making them look the other way
While separating them
From what little they
Still clutch.
Venal peddlers of untruth
Wrapped in mantles of righteousness
Threatening to blow up
The whole thing if they
Don’t get their way.
Predictably oppressive regime
Bent on absolute power and control,
Simpletons demolishing honor
In the name of personal gain.
Malevolent farce masking
Complete incompetence,
Merciless extortion.

Growth

Obsessively feeding
Stockholders
At the expense of
Consumers, people,
Decency, everything.
Promise ever-increasing returns,
Keep earnings artificially high,
Nothing else matters.
Metastasizing abnormal growth,
Never content with enough.
A world gutted by a
Pathological need for
Wealth and status,
Nourishing the few
Who can buy shares and
Their pushers.
Illusions vanish,
Leeches abscond.

New Reality

In a ramshackle trailer park,
A family of five inhabits
An ancient Airstream
On a cold, rainy day,
Wearing winter coats indoors
To keep barely warm, a tiny
Space heater rattles hopelessly.

Rent is due in a couple
Of days and Mark is out
Looking for any kind of
Employment, Susan has to
Stay home with the kids,
Child care costing more than
Any minimum wage job affords.

The holidays are near and
There’s no money for gifts,
Or anything to eat,
A trip to the local food pantry
An embarrassing new reality,
They reminisce about their vacation
Last year before the layoffs.

Flourish

It doesn’t have to
Be this way,
Predators tearing
Apart the less fortunate.

There are many other
Options that don’t require
Winners and the
Inevitable losers.

The naysayers have proven
What kind of world we
Create when we base it on
Hurt and avarice.

Inner wholeness and
Love for each other
Yields far better results,
If we allow them to flourish.

In the Shadow

They come from
All over the
Countryside,
From small,
Forgotten villages
Bereft of opportunity,
To living under
A bridge,
Covered by a
Sheet of tin,
In the shadow of
Gleaming skyscrapers.

Dismantle

Under the guise of
Revering personal freedom,
A huckster carny
Palavers to dismantle
Vital institutions that
Build civilized societies

A pernicious warrior declaring
That government should be
Severely curbed, for no other
Reason than an appalling
Absence of caring, compassion,
Sense of community.