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Yes These Times Are Hard

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

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  1. Date: 5/2/2012 3:42:00 PM
    Wish you all the best Erica, very well written poem.Life can be a happy and lovely journey. - oxox love Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 5/2/2012 1:49:00 AM
    Erica, it sems we have forgotten how to laugh at times..David