Randy McClave

Gold Star - 11,663 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Little Jackson - Poem by Randy McClave

Little Jackson, he hates the poor
As that is how he was raised,
If he ever sees them suffering or even begging
He sings hallelujah and then to GOD he gives praise.
When he has an extra dime, he never gives it to the needy
Instead he bounces it off the head of the poor, and gives it to the greedy.

Little Jackson, he hates welfare
He thinks that if people don't work, they should just starve,
He has turned a deaf ear to their needs and wants
Especially at Christmas time when a turkey is carved.
He believes that in his life there is only one plead
For him to be happy, and others not to worry about or feed.

Little Jackson, he hates the low income
But, of course they are not his problems at all,
His parents preached that if they don't work they should die
So, the beliefs of his parents he will always remember and recall.
The friends that he has, they are of all one social standing
They mock the poor! and the needy they are always branding.

Little Jackson, he hates the impoverished
And to help? he doesn’t, his parents have done the research,
They all are lazy and shiftless and drug induced beggars
So, he never gives donations to them when he goes to church.
I wonder about little Jackson, does he pray when he goes to bed
Because of his parents’ belief, another Jackson somewhere is dead.

Randy L. McClave

Topic(s) of this poem: children


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015



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