Upon this poem I convey
All my displeasure of inequality
I am a racist, you say
But let me share my equitability
The murderers among you
The rapists beside you
The crook within you
The hatred inside you
Many are to blame
For the shifting lane
Of inequality and prejudice
And I say this
The devil bids you wrong
Don’t do as he sends
You will sing the final song
Before this all ends
You see the growing
But ignore the strife
Walking home at night
Get stabbed with a knife
Mothers wail at night for their lost child
Not killed, but taken to a gang
Where atrocities are committed
And the child changes with disdain
A voice with no sound, a sound with no voice
The government chosen is apparently by choice
And the best we get is a delinquent
And an increase in AIDS as a consequent
Education is suffering, I know first hand
For I am still in school and see the lack
Whereas officials go to money-land
Go away, and don’t come back!
The truth behind the blood drawn trail
That reeks of lies through a mother’s wail