The Price of Being RightA Poem by Greg the BardNew type of discloser for me
The Price of Being Right
Pro Log: Enticed to write the following I have felt more wrong than right having been pushed to hard by the ones I love most in life. In the late 50's and early 60's an organization came into power and all of it's own. At first no one took a part in this group fearing reprisals from the majority of citizens that believed differently. I am one of a group from the majority that feels what came before. is now history and should be use as a tool to not fall into the same trap of destructive feelings that the majority is likely to do. Confronted now with the same problems as the majority the minority is lead by this group called the NAACP and is very close to creating the same illusion that was made into law sometime ago. The modern day “KKK” is not riding around with mom's best white sheets on. Not anymore!
In living we are wrong to hate In hate we wait Waiting hate festers In living we die
The colors are mingled The eyes recessive with doubt A view of ownership The welled oiled machine from without
As long as a human being breaths Choses must be made Reasons must be given Blame must be placed
Forsaken men can rule Only to become the for saker Righteous in self No mater the hurt
From day one of the United States great experiment in government an under lying wrong to humankind has stained the venture. Those in power saw no harm in the cancer that eats away at the very reason for a new country. Until the cancer was pointed out, did the cause of a new world, where all men and women were equal, was a cure looked for. Now in time some 350 years later the cure is still lacking. The cancer grows. It is swift in ignorance.
The name is hate Black against White, White against Black White against White, Black against Black A cancer called Hate
Now many different names Red against Black, White against Yellow But still the same The cancer of hate still lives within this country
When will we the parents stop teaching the hate When junior dies or sister is raped How can we relate or justify When it is within us to kill or die
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4 Reviews Added on June 5, 2008 Last Updated on June 16, 2008 AuthorGreg the BardCharlotte, NCAboutRetired USAF now working in security. I have been around the world 2 times due to the military. I've lived in England, Turkey, Holland. My wife is English and the best part of me. We have been togethe.. more..Writing
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