Too Many Weak On The Streets Seek Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those unaccustomed,
To self-respect...
Feel they have a purpose,
To show much disrespect.

Those unaccustomed,
To a giving of their best...
Believe that some who might do this,
Wish to rise up above the rest.

And they are right,
To want and wish for them success.
And they are right,
To express respect and that to get.
And they are right,
To want and wish for them success.
And they are right,
To express respect and that to get.

Too many weak seek for themselves,
A defeat.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Self defeating.
And they need...
To see others bleed.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Self defeating.
And they need...
To see others bleed.

Those unaccustomed,
To a giving of their best...
Believe that some who might do this,
Wish to rise up above the rest.

Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Self defeating.
And they need...
To see others bleed.

Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
A self defeating.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Others bleed.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
A self defeating.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Others bleed.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less hope.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less faith.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less opportunity.

Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
A self defeating.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Others bleed.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
A self defeating.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Others bleed.
Too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less hope.
And too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less faith.
And too many weak on the streets...
Seek,
Less opportunity.