Black Or White Poem by James McLain

Where I live in the Geto I see small children
that play in the streets.
For some strange reason unlike the whites they don't think
some rapist hides to steal their children away unlike the whites
this is where I live there are no bright street lights
pipes that supply the water we drink are eighty years old
give or take.

Some thing is wrong generation's have come here in Florida
and gone the pipe line that leads straight to prison.
I am partial to pork chops and bacon but don't really care for ham.
Elected politicians no matter what race won't address
this injustice the white haired white men are afraid they will lose
what they gained through corruption.

Half go to prison and become convicted felons like me.
In Florida some few millions can't vote.
After being out for close to two decades we still can't.
What can we tell a Judge that's currupt but the truth then they get mad.
Yes here where I live with out probable cause comes arrest.
If it wasn't for one Walmart there would be not one place to shop.
They are those in control rule like in the past with iron fists.

All the court rooms over the heads of each Judge reads in God we trust
I'm not afraid that when I die that I'll burn in hell.
In Florida there are faith based prison's.