Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #social-commentary Clear filter
I wore a cap upon my head, They stopped me at the door. Well, you know, it never caused a stir, When I came here before. "Remove your hat right now," they said, "Can't you read the signs.
I stand in a street surrounded by people in black and grey. Black satchels, black coats, black gloves, black shoes. Grey trousers. Their faces are grey from stress.
People say to me, 'I remember when the binman had to carry a metal bin from your back door to the lorry to empty it and then put it back' And I say that's fair enough, but the times you remember...
Is "Sharia Law" Invading our shores. I must admit its not a topic That I profess to knowing well Instead of heaven and hell We have a glorification of Well..... What can I say. A higher plane.
I think I just had an epiphany. You know how bullying gets to me. Well to me it's a mystery. That certain people feed on grief implicitly. How about a travelling drama group.
B ehind your back they'll talk, I s anyone safe anymore. T o me it grates like chalk, C hatting shit, its just a bore. H ow would it feel, I wonder.
A naked man bows his head, and Walks on into driving rain, teeth Together, arms hugging chest, Resolute against the pain Upon his back their lies a cross, 8ft high and 5ft across, bound With rope...
Certified stranger, Concusions drawn and done. Street side messenger, couldn't care for one. Judgement based on looks, societys true tale. Smirking as they win, laughing as we fail.
A young tongue tied in my mind there's a clouded vision Every image dreamt is meant as my own decision To use words as my own form of mental arithmetician Deliver this bliss as my minds set on...
Dusty old man with his trousers, torn, Sits on the steps of the church , forlorn, The pain on his face matches the cut on his wrist, Where it looks like a watch, once may have exist, His shirt...
Based on @sarahgamal's 'I Am Freedom' I am oppression, I will not stop. And you will not grow. I am oppression, You will just drop. Lose all your glow.
#pundaymonday It was a cold day in January, When a man named Phil Lew, Got up out of bed, Wiped his nose and Put a hat on his head, And decided to wreck havoc.
Should one want glory more than honour. Should one want victory over pride. Shouldn't self worth be more important. Than the acclaim that many thrive. I find my fellow man to be.
Oh what bitter irony that some will fail to see, When I became a trollish parody of what I want to be.
Saw this online and am copying it as this don't know the author so would be Unknown. A little girl asked her father, "Daddy. Do all Fairy Tales begin with Once Upon A Time.
Today I walked past another homeless man. Or perhaps it was the same homeless man as I see everywhere. I don't think I would know, I don't pay attention. This man asked for money from me, change.
Let's face it, all the awesomest people are British.
#superherodisgrace He steps into the bar Like he's a star The women are staring But he's done caring "Hey, Sugar, what can I get you?" "You look a mess, what did you do?" He ignores the questions...
The country is on fire And you are comfortable on the chair The young are beginning to tire And you don't seem to really care Death is but a number in your sick head You just twitted your...
16+ for language and content It's not that I know much I'm only sixteen But when I boil it down Sex is so mean I don't mean making love I don't mean "to fuck" I'm talking about genders And...
My soul, unchained Cast off in a wind of change, Minutia particles of memory, Yesterdays whims, Tomorrows dreams, todays troubles; processed, mixed up, Turned inside out outside in, Can we start...
Does it do to leave the light on For your shenanigans at night Does it do to leave your socks on It's not a pretty sight Does it do to leave the seat up Guessing who'll be next Does it do to get...
There once were things called 'secrets', And everyone had their own, That little bit of them was dark, And in its right: alone.
A lot of people were raised listening to their elders tell them, "if you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all".