Saturday, February 17, 2024

A White Boy on Terra (a #poem)

Take your pride and hide it.
Laugh at misfortune, don't fight it.
You know you were lucky and didn't work hard.
Your job pays per week, not per yard.
Because papa's rich, so are you .
Your friends are just lucky and you are too.


So don't tell me others are lazy
or simply crazy.
It just means you can't think
and the ideas you have stink.

What did you actually do
to be where you are?
What if your cradle stood in a place that's far?

Did you bribe someone to be born in the right era?
Or was it sheer luck you were born
as a white boy on Terra?


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