Paroled
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Made to perceive themselves as beggars.
And perfecting this image,
Day long and through sleepless nights.
Fathers of the homeless with despair to teach.
Ex-cons motivated,
By a preaching learned to do outreach.
Trying to save themselves,
From unconscious misdeeds to prove...
A stupidity they have bought,
Has made them all look like fools.
And they do.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Believing that the obtaining of 'bling' makes men.
These sad creatures couldn't make sense of two sentences.
And yet they believe their release from prisons,
Rehabilitates them back into a society...
To again associate with the same demons,
That hooked and trapped them...
To the ease of quick addictions.
Gamed and played by racial hype,
Victims of a weeding done...
Have become wasted dudes with no insight.
Hoping that a life spent in ignorance,
Will get their minds paroled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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