Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Friday, November 25, 2011
No Time For Rest
Thought that I was sleeping?
NOT NOW.. NOT EVER..
I need money
I need food
I need insurance
I need education
I need a doctor
I need a car
I need my mother
I need my lover
and the city gave me a parking ticket
and the IRS takes my money
for what?
another war, to churches that hate
to the senators who don't relate
to republicans who likes to debate
and don't do anything to create
jobs, and health and education
for those who truly wish to live the American dream
before they get exhausted and die..
I need
and I work
I bleed
and wondered what is the worth
You have been deceived,
America is not all that its cracked up to be.
Your Uncle is dying and no one can afford to pay.
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