Weldon Davis

Silver Star - 3,969 Points (8-16-80 / Fayetteville NC USA)

We Were Called - Poem by Weldon Davis

We are the scum of the earth
The sleaze of the pleased
The cough the hag the nag the diseased
Mentally blind our kind
To the facts
We are the oppressed
The less the slack

What we lack truly is direction
Never been given none
Here's the exception
Since our birth so bold
We've been cast into a mold
Of the have nots

Have not these people no shame?
To cast us down as clowns
To shoulder the blame
Of a more-or-less moral less society

Tell me to achieve
Yet refuse to un-tie me?
Why me, and not you?
Born with nothing better to do
Than to snicker at my shoes amused
By the most petty of things

The poverty that stings
Take'n life from the blessed
Knowledge from kings
No rest for the wicked
Wicked we are called
So be it...

Believe it
That's what we're called
If, and when we show the least bit of pride
True greatness can't hide
So we reside alive
Above the entitled ones

Sticking out like sore thumbs
We never were
Just a clever curse
To halt our progress to power
Put us in reverse

Something for the cowards
To chew on like chowder
Through momentum comes power
The greatest hour we'll ever see
Is when we show the true
Scum of the earth
The sleaze of the pleased
The hags the nags the wretched oppressors
The truly diseased

Mentally blind to the fact
So clearly seen
We were never pawns
All along we were kings
Of knowledge, love, and understanding

Dedicated to all the people in the struggle you know who you are........

Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration, knowledge, lifestyle, poverty, social injustice

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

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