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Aug 2014
Consider the plight
of the poor young black male
with only a mother at home.
He has no role model,
No Father to love,
Poverty darkens his home.
The school teachers care
for their pension and pay,
they let these kids slip through the cracks.
“ If their parents don’t care,
Then why should I care?”
Their attitude, I think, sadly lacks.
When you don’t have a job and you
Wander the streets
And the “dealers” won’t leave you alone
Is it any surprise when a young black male dies
or makes jail his permanent home?
We have more kids in jail than the rest of the world.
More die here than died in Iraq.
Wall Street is flying and young blacks are dying.
They’re not doing as well as Barrack.
Inspired by a column written by John Ransom
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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