Garrett Bradley

(09/06/1993 / Moreno Valley)

I Think it's Sad


I think it's sad when people think poetry
Is their favorite rapper's new song
When gay can't mean happy
When childhood friends fight
Because they don't like each others favorite color
When homeless people are put on display
For the enjoyment of others
When our wise elders are disrespected
By our foolish youth
When ignorance thinks it's better than intelligence
When wealth determines ones status
When cash rules everything
When race determines whether or not
Someone' s child's killer is found
But what I think is most sad
Is that no one is trying to change this

Submitted: Sunday, July 12, 2009
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