Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Quotes
Short Stories
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Resources
Syllable Counter
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 18.220.13.70
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Times are hard Yet it seems to have always been that way We all seem to have the weight of the world on are shoulders Forgotten how to share the lode with are brothers and sisters Forgotten how to lend a helping hand While others flourish Others suffers The ghettos have grown Fare from the plantations slaves were kept on Is it fear that allows us to let are brothers suffer Segregated by what they never accomplished Left with anger asking why they will never be good enough So they take what they can never have Stealing slices from the pies left cooling in window seals For their crimes they get punished Jailed behind not only bars But the backs of those that have succeeded They still feel the chances that bound their grandfathers I’m not making excess or justifying what some brothers do We all chose what we will do So why is it that we let sing mothers struggle When the hardest thing they do is have to tell their kids why daddy doesn’t love them But they thanks God for their kids, even when no one else loves them Working the only two jobs they can When it takes four just to make ends meet They try so hard to make a life they never had Keep their kids from behind bars But you can’t keep your eyes on your kids all the time And when things go south They blame the mothers When they should blame them selves for not helping out So moms go home and scream and cry Because their babies are falling and they don’t know how to help them Times are hard But they have always seemed to be that way So we hold on to childhood dreams Hoping that we will someday have that house with a white picket fens Yet fairy tales seem to only be for moves And that it seems will be the way things will stay Like having money for war But not enough to feed the poor What has this world crumbled to? A death land Satin would love to have Unless we can look deep with in are selves Grab the hands of are lost families And pull them from this poverty
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required