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Monday Poetry Prompt: Freedom, Justice, Protest

This week let’s write a poem with the words freedom, justice and protest in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. However, this time the words were chosen quite deliberately. Post your poems in the comments below.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.


20 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Freedom, Justice, Protest

  1. I missed Freedom. Does mentioning an abolitionist count?

    A little early for Black history month

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | January 20, 2023, 11:15 AM
  2. Cosplay

    Her pouted lips
    show protest
    to the restrain

    She wants freedom
    from the rope
    tied around her limbs

    “Say it!”
    He commands

    “Justice is being served
    Your Honour!”

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 16, 2023, 7:34 PM
  3. Migration Protestation

    Don’t put your suitcase on the bed
    in a hotel room, they say,
    the bathtub is a better bet,
    as a disinfectant sluice-way.

    Bugs deplore shiny inanimate ceramic
    no traction or sanguine treat at all,
    on that smooth, cool, slick surface,
    bereft of blood to siren its call.

    You could help a bedbug refugee from Istanbul or Teneriffe
    to freedom in the idle, succulent, west
    yet to leave him/her hungry and oppressed,
    is in your own manifest self-interest.

    Perhaps travel is a right for all
    who share the blood, and yet,
    those who are once bitten and twice warned,
    ignore justice and harbor no regret.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ts19page | January 16, 2023, 10:21 AM
  4. This is semi-cheating, I know, but still … a version, extracted from a (just now) published poem of mine, shortened, changed for this rendition, but still the facts, true, as they happened.

    I remember the evening Dr. King died …
    Me, a full-time 3rd shift police clerk by night,
    a full-time college student by day …

    At shift change, the desk Sgt.
    stood on a rung of the booking desk stool
    and shouted, ‘King’s Dead, Shot Dead in Memphis’

    Silence, stone silence ensued.
    Then cheers. Yes, cheers.
    Our lone black officer
    fired his riot gun into the air
    and stormed out.

    Peace? Justice?
    No more.
    Now only fires. Rage.

    No one died in St. Louis that night.
    But freedom, so long hoped for,
    now buried in the ashes of
    what could have been.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Dennis or Donncha Corcoran | January 16, 2023, 9:23 AM

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