My experiment with freestyle, social commentary poetry. Wrote this about 4/5 years ago, i think. Anyways, just read. *confiding tone*- it has a “message”.
The little kid in the park
Ignored because he’s black
The dirty girl on their porch
Thrown away, she’s Indian anyway
They’re dangerous, aren’t they?
It’s all connected but no one seems to know that
The rest of the world is fighting
Everyone thinks they have the short end
Of the stick of contentment
That they all wish for
No one knows what happened in the holocaust
The survivors are all dead
Broken down by years of remembered pain
No one really cares about the displaced Palestinians
They were the ones who caused 9/11, weren’t they?
The Albanian and Italian mafias
They keep fighting, they won’t stop
How can you expect them to?
Their life’s mission was decided before they were born
It’s a good thing I’m neither
The Africans are starving
That’s to be expected
They keep fighting
When will they stop to eat?
How is all of this my problem?
The reason it goes on
Is because no one cares
This whole matter tires me out
I wish I could wave a magic wand
And make it go away
Semi- secure poet