I hear whispers of a revolution,
From those who want it,
And those who fear it.
The revolution won't be in my lifetime,
For People resist and fear change,
But I'll continue to place blame.
I'll blame the rich,
I'll blame the old,
And I'll blame politics.
I'll write a heart felt speech,
About civil rights and freedom,
But go back to my easy life.
I'll pretend to be socially conscience,
To reassure my egotism,
So I can maintain white privilege.
by Cassie Kinney
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being born white, can bring shame. Only to the living not knowing to those unborn kids. Unfortunately the corrupted politicians no longer care, they never did there are those you they kill. The very old whites in their new rocking chair's think Latinos and blacks should all disappear, or have them all locked up because of their fear.. iip