Society & Injustice
Verses that speak truth to power — tackling inequality, politics, and the systems that fail us. These are poems of protest, satire, and the will to make things right.
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What You Don’t See (But Refuse to Notice)
A sequence Author’s Note: This sequence is drawn from lived experience of navigating public space, healthcare, and transport as a disabled couple. It is not written to invite sympathy, but to demand attention — particularly to the moments where voices are ignored, time is rushed, and need is mistaken for inconvenience. The poems speak in more than one voice because life does. I. What You Don’t See (But Refuse to Notice) On the outsideI’m fine.Standing.Breathing.Passing. Inside, everything hurtsfrom being held togetherfor your comfort. One wintry evening at Chester StationI had to shout.Not because I wanted to.Because no one moved. A crowd pressed in,eyes forward,bags wide,space guarded like property. I raised…
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Wyt ti’n gwrando?
Rwyf eisoes wedi sôn am leisiau —pa mor anodd yw torri drwy’r môr o sŵn.Ond mae’n rhaid imi ofyn eto:Wyt ti’n gwrando? Wyt ti’n gwrando ar dy wraig, dy ŵr,dy bartner, dy blant? Wnest ti wrando ar dy rieni?Dy neiniau, dy deidiau?Dy ewythrod, dy fodrybedd? Wyt ti’n gwrando ar dy gydweithwyr,dy ffrindiau, dy fyfyrwyr? Rwy’n gwrando. Dyna fy ngwaith —gwrando.Rhywun i ddibynnu arno,i rannu chwerthin,i glywed dy stori. Ond gad inni droi’r drol am ennyd. Wyt ti’n gwrando arna i? Rwyt ti’n gwrando nawr,yn darllen hyn,yn dilyn y geiriau. Ond wyt ti wir yn talu sylw? Nid yw’r byd yn mynnu gwrandawyr.Rydyn ni oll yn gaeth yn ein swigod bach.A’r…
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Robin Hood in Reverse?
A councillor spoke, bold and brash, “Rob Peter for Paul, take more in cash!” But take from the poor to give to the rich? Seems like he’s lost the plot—a real bait-and-switch. Our roads are crumbling, streets unsafe, Toilets shut or vandal’s waif. Schools left begging for staff and supplies, While doctors and dentists wave their goodbyes. A glasshouse rises, all shiny and grand, Yet shops sit empty across the land.Colwyn Bay’s lost its heart and soul, Taxed out of business—an empty shell whole. So here’s my plea, if you truly care, Give back your allowance—show us you’re fair.Meet your people, hear their cries, See the world through struggling eyes. But don’t raise tax—we’re stretched too thin, Austerity’s…
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A Bone to Pick
I’ve got a bone to pick with this world today, Where kindness fades and ego plays. Selfish minds, sharp tongues, quick hands, Spinning drama, making demands. It’s not your business, not your fight, Not your pot to stir at night. Yet here you stand, nose stuck in, Feeding the flames, thick as sin. Once, respect was something real, Hard work, strong hands on the wheel. No clicks, no likes, no viral fame, No need to make life one big game. But now the kind are dying out, And even the elders scream and shout. What happened to grace? To dignity’s place? Now all we see is a ruthless race. I’m tired of labels, of broken rules, Of people pretending…
