Social Injustice
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Let me speak to you the words that reside between the lines of what defines poverty. Poverty....
Tripping over wires of
The mental lies
Society tells us to hide
Behind a disguise
When I got on my knees for church
And asked who am I doing this for?
When I watched a man die on the street
And wondered why anyone need be poor?
When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
Until we can live without fear of persecution
From the color of our skin
Or the accent with which we speak
Or what other country we’ve lived in
Until Social Justice is universal
And accepted by all
White walls
Question my worth because you can
then drain my essence through your fingers
I am sand
I am sand.
White walls
They don't understand
Black marker ink dries
While moist dark brown skin shimmers
Sweating the unjust
A father killed in the streets from a bullet fired from a gun in the hand of a man that was hired to protect and serve.
Waiting for time to pass
Staring at a half empty glass
Who is right
Who is wrong
No one has the answer
What are we doing?....What have we become?
We’re just gang banging…
Lampin’: Hanging out under a street-light, on gangsta turf
waitin’ for a Ghetto Star: A top street drug dealer
"The horror, the horror!"
They cry; yet what does it matter?
They hide their faces even as the world
Did THEN.
