To Your Dismay
I saw a family starving, striving to survive
The father couldn’t get a job
Purses being snatched
The old man was too noble to rob
Passed two white children with dirty faces
Their smiles we’re worth a thousand daisies
Their hopes been misused, and abused
And it’s far from racial
Because poverty doesn’t equal places
My stomach worries
But my appetites been driven tasteless
I’ve been viewing your post
Reading your comments
And at times it’s torment
I write to comfort my conscience
But there are times
Life can knock us unconscious
I guess in this inhumane world
We can only be monsters
You either move along or you are moved on
A response to value
To those who seem to want to sooth my songs
The poetry runs deep and touches home
Our most tempered moments unknown
Someone to carry you on, to and from
My worries going nowhere
Thieves running with liquor
Lost on welfare
Trading stamps for clothes and worse
In case she wants to make a deal
She carries her wic with her
And it seems no one notices anything
Until it’s too late
Gunned down, hit twelve times in the back
No mercy, I guess it was a due fate
It’s a constant battle of ignorance versus change
Telling me not to hold so much hate
But it’s the resentment I feel
That’s why I’ll never change
And to whom shall I pray
When it’s the same god
Whom shelters my enemies
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