On One Merry-Go-Round Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If more time given,
With found resources spent...
Were concentrated,
On the well being of humanity.
There would be fewer conflicts,
To realize them limited.
And racial tensions intended,
Started to pretend...
As isolated events,
Between those disgruntled...
Would be nonexistent.
But this to vision,
Is another fantasy.

As witness from a more cynical
Point of view...
Humanity is left sitting down,
On one merry-go-round.
To be told a grabbing hold,
Of a brass ring is the thing...
Needed that will appease,
With entitlements to receive...
By whomever can quote first,
The most Biblical scriptures.
Followed by depicting,
Each of The Ten Commandments.
And to then know who signed,
The Declaration of Independence
With this done to denounce,
Any kept beliefs dared to admit
They had been,
Discriminated against.
By those elite.
And selfishly wealthy.

'You won.
How long have you been,
On this ride? '

-Most of my life.
I represent a 3rd generation.-

'Fantastic!
Now...
Tell us,
What are your beliefs...
That have kept you,
'Hanging' in there for so long?
Could it be...
The singing of that,
We Shall Overcome song? -

'Oh no.
I just thought it was something
Meant for me to do.
I'm into rap and hip hop.'

-What about 'discrimination? '
Or being 'oppressed'? -

'Are they new tunes?
I haven't heard of them yet.'