POEM TO THE WORLD

This world is mixed up like a cup.
Even though war is over we are sober.
We eat like hogs.
We can’t be good.
Oh, this world is mixed up.

We still like Bill.
We need guns or we would run.
It’s very sad we are so bad, Oh, why?
Why can’t we be glad?

God, why can’t we do things good not bad and sad.
Most of us gonna go to hell that what you do!
Ring a bell.
We need help.
Nobody can help us because they are all bad. That is very sad.

We pray to God that will help.
We could think whatever we want but if we are gonna be so sad
And mad, after we think bad, then we are sad.
So what I am getting at is that!

We see Indians and we laugh.
We don’t die and cry.
Could we have kindness to give or
Do we want to live.
My God, we are stupid!
Because of what color you are.

My color is black because my brother is Jack.
They call us niggers.
We are not beggars.
They need T.V.’s or they will die and cry.
Do you know we will go and leave a baby in a street to eat?
We should be beat.
We don’t need a seat.

We got dogs and cats we beat them.
Because we are obscene and mean.
123456789 I am 10, I like men.

A man is big and strong.
But a man acts like a pig.
We are nasty.
We say go to hell.
We ring a bell.

We should be building over
We are not clover.
We got you and me in hell.
Do you got a bell?
Me and Dickie we never like to go you want to go where.

10 years old