🔵 By Steven L. Neugent. Photo by lauragrafie.
I’m White, I’m Black, I’m Brown, I’m Yellow.
But who am I really?
If not just another fellow.
I’m a mother, or a father,
I’m a son, or a daughter.
I’m an employer, or a producer,
I’m a worker, or a consumer.
Am I a builder, or am I a destroyer?
Do I divide people, or do I join them?
I am poor, but wish t be rich yet,
I wish to be free, but am yet still in debt.
I drive a car, or I ride a bus,
I drive an EV, or whatever I must.
I’m a grandmother, or a grandfather,
I’m a uncle or an aunt,
I work all week long
To buy food but I can’t.
I have a family, or I’m single,
I am divorced, or I mingle.
I am a man, or I am a woman,
I am gay, or I’m straight,
It doesn’t seem to matter much
EVERYONE SEEMS TO HATE.
Am I a hater, or a lover?
Am I a sister, or a brother?
I am homeless, and I am indigent,
I am a citizen or an immigrant.
Regardless of all these divisions
We are still all Amerigrants.
I’m fat, or I’m slim,
I’m short, or I’m tall,
keep up your political games
That cause the people to fall.
I’m power hungry, I’m greedy,
I don’t care about the needy.
A million’s too little, a billion’s not enough.
Tell the homeless beggar to get a job, ain’t life tough!
The elite use these LABELS
To divide up the poor.
Tell them to get ready,
for the revolution, the purge, and more…