You Never Heard Me Crying In The Field Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

You never heard me crying in the field
As you gaze star wards
Otherwise engaged
In the American Dream
You never hear me crying in the field
As you clod along in your blood stained boots
Chasing the American dream
You never heard me crying in the field
For my child that will never make it through your school
As you walk on the moon
You never heard me crying in the field
For my husband that will never find a job
As you pave your streets with gold
You never heard me crying in the field
Not for what you did to my ancestors
Not for how you stole our land
Not for the ghettos you have us caged in
Because you still
Never really heard me crying in the field