Why Not? Poem by Derrick Andrews

If I spoke kind words of society,
It'd sound like fibs and lies to me,
I often wonder, an aside, you see,
Why can't more money fly to me,
And make me what I aspire to be,
Truthfully, I'm tired of being,
In a country that despises me,
And now, I'm just so tired you see,
'Well, make your choice kid, hired or free? '
Hell, you might as well decide for me,
Man, Land of the free? Who lied to me?
Uncle Sam seems like a spy to me,
From in that pyramid's eye, I see,
But yet, something's awry to me,
If God truly gave me eyes to see,
A mouth to speak, and lungs to breathe,
Why can't peace be supplied to me?