By separating the "weak" from the "strong,"
The committed choose the path that is straight,
Solving problems before it gets too late,
Ready to sing a victorious song.
What is right is right! What is wrong is wrong!
The responsible create their own fate,
Which is the ultimate character trait,
Since opportunity will not wait long.
The responsible choose to play their role,
And want to step up to get the job done.
These are the committed who search their soul;
Their hearts are considered second to none.
United to pursue a common goal,
They will never stop until they have won.
A division, that is not hard to tell,
Is the division of the "status quo."
Or, those who go where no others can go,
While living secretly behind their veil.
The status quo crown is meant to be hailed.
A self-proclaimed title given to show
Status, to those who are driven to know
How the other half lives, when they do well.
This social symbol of separation,
Which they have carried with them for so long,
Is used to propel their elevation.
They, believing that there is nothing wrong,
Show social symbols of segregation,
By separating the "weak" from the "strong."
A situation, that affects the heart,
Marks some education as undefined,
While others' education is designed
To be considered as state of the art.
And, it is not just about being smart,
But about the powerful who "resign."
Those who are unwilling to press rewind,
Thus giving education a fresh start.
Those who receive the very best learning,
Have an opportunity to do well,
While those students who do not, keep turning
Into adults, who continue to fail.
This, too, is a division of earnings.
A division that is not hard to tell.
Serving the greater good of the wealthy,
Appears to be the purpose of the poor.
Stress, that questions "what are we living for,"
Divides the healthy and the unhealthy.
The undefined actions, of the stealthy,
Separate the "have less" from the "have more."
And, the "have less" stand behind the "closed door,"
So, in a hole, they may very well be.
About the poor, the words that get juggled
Look like statistics, posted on a chart.
So, out of their minds, their pride gets smuggled,
Since poverty is a poisonous dart,
Creating problems for those who struggle.
A situation that affects the heart.
Those responsible for using the law,
Only use words like rhetorical troops.
Two small groups, who separate one big group,
Struggling for power, using their jaws.
Their way to the top is where they all claw,
Putting holes into rhetorical loops,
While jumping through their rhetorical hoops,
Using their tools to divide, like a saw.
Upon this division is what they dine,
Because their compensation is healthy.
They pretend that everything is fine,
Ignoring those who cry "help me!"
Two groups concerned about the bottom line,
Serving the greater good of the wealthy.
When making a difference is a must,
We all offer different points of view,
As it relates to what we choose to do,
While making the statement "IN GOD WE TRUST."
The righteous are supposed to be the just,
Although they all sit in separate pews,
Giving honor to their creator who
Turns ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Some "leaders" form individual pacts,
Preaching the morals upon which they draw.
Morals meant to govern the way we act,
Taught to them by those who leave them in awe.
Those responsible for teaching the facts.
Those responsible for using the law.
Different colors. Different places,
Finding different ways to stay alive,
With different ways in which we all strive.
Different outlooks. Different faces.
Different footsteps. Different paces.
Different ways in which we all arrived.
Busy bees busily building a hive.
Different living. Different spaces.
People. All with different parts to play.
All trying to get a piece of the crust.
We all pursue life in different ways,
With different ways to separate us.
Different ways to shape different days,
When making a difference is a must.
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