The Real WorldA Poem by James Reader
The Real World
They think they know us. In reality they know not. There was pain and many hardships not easily forgot. They see the injustice and the misery it brought. They lost sight of our goals it was us that they forgot. We fought battles in in places where God was not. We fought for liberty and freedom and look what we got. We completed the mission and home we were brought. Only to find homelessness just look at the jobs that we got. So we take menial tasks that don't pay a lot. Our pride always suffers from this more often than not. Yet we continue to struggle and scrape to make ends. Look at me now and tell us about friends. They made promises and promises that were empty and thin. You elect politicians who pretend to be without sin. They taken they take from those who gave and gave. From the ones who would make the ultimate sacrifice and joined our brothers in the grave. So you claim this is the real world when you've never left this land. The place that birthed your fathers. tell me is there freedoms blood on your hands. You've never seen true property. You've never made a stand. Tell me when was the last time you cried when you saw the promise land. I seen the starving children and the trafficking of life. I prayed for our democracy to grace these lands of plight. © 2015 James Reader |
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Added on September 25, 2015 Last Updated on September 25, 2015 Author
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