Their Fare In Life Wasn'T Fair
Their fare in life wasn't fair
poor children play and sing
on pocket bread
they take to swings
others decry with dread
sniffling at their looks
in playground scene
poor children mistook
in being good human beings
still they feel the vibes
the stares of their eyes
they hear of "go away"- the jibes
the status quo sighs
on playground swings
poor children eat their crust
as jays in their heart sing
while looking around life unjust
at night they sleep in slums
scrape garbage for crumbs
move to and fro like bums
and hear sad fate's beat drums
still they wake up at dawn
pause, look at her peeking face
and cry at life withdrawn
the first break of light an euphemism
connie pachecho
3/12/17
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