The Cry... Poem by Eric Cockrell
The Cry...
i know what...
poverty smells like,
oppression feels like,
having my freedom taken
tastes like...
if what i write offends you,
open your eyes...
and walk down the street.
the sound you hear
is the cry...
of your brothers and sisters in need!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: brothers,freedom,poverty
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8/28/2026 6:41:52 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Very meaningfully powerful and contemporary useful.