The State of THINGS

Racial division.
Class based excision.
Dull blade incisions.
Written law revisions.

Sex for sale.
White house bread never stale
He wasn't raped, he's male.
Poison. Cheaper than kale.

Overwritten drug scripts.
Underfunded school trips.
Million dollar plastic hips.
Commercials. Soft core porn clips.

Paid consent.
Color prevents ascent.
Elitist rules get bent.
Homelessness is a scent.

Foul mouths get shamed.
Dirty deeds go unnamed.
Victim gets blamed.
Do anything for fame.

Empowerment is selfish.
Humility an uneaten dessert dish.
Play sick for Make-a-Wish.
Common practice to call girls bisshh.

Integrity customizable.
Greed supersizable.
Teens inadvisable.
Psych meds amenable.

Churchgoers become jury.
Shutup with that sinful fury.
Searching for sin like Marie Curie.
Judgement comes down in flurries.

Gender dictates position.
3rd millennium slavery abolition?
Therapists more like morticians.
Get a real job...musician.

Opera houses are museums.
Culture visited in mausoleums.
Fine art died at the colloseum.
Acting troupes...Nobody wants to see em.

History's a novel well penned.
Project kids fight to transcend.
Inmates = lab rats to expend.
Veterans only good to defend.

I've said enough.
This shit's too rough.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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