Is It Poetry
The American Dream - Poem by Is It Poetry
Your poverty is their weapon of choice
black on white
state road yellow or brown
turned on each other their divide and
Conquer a militarism plan.
The lack of education for you what it means
an inability to articulate
a shortened life and love without hope
just what it means there here once
a good life
now being used to end all your dreams.
Injustice the key
the bedrock I see a house built on sand
washed out to the sea.
Social media your last bastion of hope
get out move and speak
always thus softly
the old grey Elephant the piñata a Donkey
both are the same.
A news channel made one that covers only politics
Politician is heard
and there is made equal
where those with out millions
can go to converse
with you making a better choice
to select them.
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