The It Person
Never practiced in front of
the mirror how to lie or bribe, talk dirty or ascribe to deception,
Or what I’d say when I died
to make everything fine about what I did
Or did not do to make it all right.
If the oppressed only want to be the oppressor then nothing’s changed.
If the haves won't share/give to the have nots, then nothing’s changed.
There's only so much to go around and too few have too much, many have what they
don't need, and too many want what can't be bought and can only be stolen.
When will it stop?
This merry go round of desperation and greed.
My only hope is that somewhere in the world/now
a child has been born
/
who will never bend to
old/
never forever be disgraced
upon the public stage/
never regret the folly
of youth nor the wisdom of old age/
will recant the superiority
of race and division of gender/
but will always rise
up to face/
lead us into the
future/
the reciprocity of
equal/
the sharing of
freedom/
the it person.
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