The System

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    The System

    Caught in the system
    no where to run
    no where to hide
    The law more our
    foe then friend

    Our young mothers
    caught in the welfare system
    Not able to get out
    Before getting sucked in to
    the governments game
    Trying to beat the system
    Not aware that the
    System is beating them

    Our sons getting caught up
    In the street system
    Being stereotyped and classified
    To fit their own believes
    Being harassed by our
    Police who are supposed to
    Protect and serve
    But instead think they
    Are above the law
    The judge, jury, and executioner

    This world that we live in
    Is full of chaos and destruction
    Not only chased by our district cops
    But by jealous gangster’s
    That think they own the streets
    Growing up in a world
    Of drugs, crime and greed
    Money the ruler of all evil


    Our sons getting shipped of
    to fight a war that they don’t believe in
    Fighting for a man that doesn’t have
    our best interest at heart

    Our daughters living in a world of
    material things and money
    Taking the saying sex sells literally
    The times have change
    girls are the aggressive ones
    Seeing what we want and going for it
    Anything goes at any and all cost

    In the midst of it all
    losing face, self respect and common sense
    Shaking what our mothers took 9 months to make
    Showing our self-loath with the clothes we wear
    putting it down to not being ashamed of our bodies and being free

    In actual reality we have imprisoned ourselves in our minds
    Diluting this life we call freedom repeating our past
    not knowing that our failures today are our failures tomorrow
    the system is designed to entrap and snare
    detaining and restoring to be
    lost and forgotten and never
    thought of again

    QNA

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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