Scraps and Pieces
Is there anything of quality,
Left that is significant?
Has the praising of mediocrity,
All that remains...
In a going insane society.
Scraps and pieces of happiness.
Are priceless when this is possessed.
Social status seems less a crave...
With those of simple needs today.
Many have never gone through this...
Having hunger, no home and in joblessness.
And they're Black.
In joblessness.
And they're White.
In joblessness...
And they're Brown,
And they're Yellow...
Hungry, and no home to sit!
And they're Black.
In joblessness.
And they're White.
In joblessness...
And they're Brown,
And they're Yellow...
Hungry, and no home to sit!
Scraps and pieces of happiness.
Are priceless when this is possessed.
Social status seems less a crave...
With those of simple needs today.
Many have never gone through this...
Having hunger, no home and in joblessness.
Is there anything of quality?
Is there anything of quality?
Is there anything of quality?
Is there anything
Anything
Anything...?
And they're Black.
In joblessness.
And they're White.
In joblessness...
And they're Brown,
And they're Yellow...
Hungry, with no home to sit!
Scraps and pieces with nothing to eat,
And they're Black.
In joblessness.
And they're White.
In joblessness...
And they're Brown,
And they're Yellow...
Hungry, without a home to sit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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