Is It Poetry
All are a part of this system
all of U.S. and you have lived.
That part of U.S. that live on as children.
The nail on the head
you have as a people surronded it.
If the lower fifty within without a part.
In this game together as one all must live.
The game of life like monopoly.
Speaking from prose.
Children living in fear where they live.
Hearing naught from the bible belt forgave.
All are entitled with those same rights.
Transparency is for good or ill.
Data tracked our children being tagged.
And after all the old white geezers claim.
Penmanship is the gateway to our children's
claim to fame.
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