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fro like bums and hear sad fate's beat drums still they wake up at dawn pause, look at her peeking face and cry at life withdrawn the first break of light an euphemism connie pachecho 3/12/17