This is a story of a peculiar fellow
Known to get rowdy but often mellow
He graduated, top of his class!
Harvard law, was the school he passed
Didn’t work hard, kind of a slacker
But, he had the look, whiter than a *******
Quickly started his own practice, as the story goes
With plenty of clients, that nobody knows
He began, quit good-hearted
Champion of the poor! As he started
But, that all changed so quick
The poor can’t pay; it finally clicked
So he went for clients, whose pockets were much louder
And often times, noses filled with white powder
He now worked less, and golfed a lot more
Representing the banks that originally off he swore
But, this is just as much of a story, of dear old poor Louie
Who never had fortune, misunderstood and gloomy
When one day, he caught a big break
The bank had made a terrible mistake
Their negligence, was due to pay millions
Especially to Louie, along with other civilians
So Louie hired the best attorney in town
A peculiar fellow, he made no sound
So the trial went on, and the judge presided
At the end of the day, the jury still was divided
Because the lawyer, got an offer he couldn’t resist
The banks gave him more money, so the trial he dismissed
Dear old poor Louie, again was left with nothing
No turkey for thanksgiving, not even the stuffing
He turned to the lawyer and let out a great yell
“You haven’t helped me the slightest” he tells
But, the world’s not always fair people often get cheated
Defeated and mistreated, depleted than deleted
The lawyers might help, but not much
Blinded by money, they often loose touch
So the lawyer turned and responded to dear old poor Louie
“What are you going to do? Sue me?”

I stand united in a crowd of my brothers
In the streets where “every man is created equal”
On a righteous path in the presidents city

No longer shall I fear the hose of the hydrant
Or the bite of the dogs and twirling of the batons

No longer shall I sit
Sit with my head bowed
On the backs of the buses and the bottoms of society
In my designated place in the land of the free

No longer shall I run
Run from the crosses of the south
And the ropes of the oak trees

No, I shall stand and overcome
Nay, we shall overcome

Guided by the light of our dreams
The hopes of our forefathers
And the vision of our children
I stand united in a crowd of my brothers

I'm a man of little faith, but I often pray
I pray for health, I pray for wealth, I pray for these all day

I never worked hard, not at all
It was simply given, all I had to do, was call
I have a lovely life, and a lovely wife, I cannot ask for more
But still I yearn and try to earn the things that I adore

So I pray to the old gods, and pray to the new
Ill pray to Suez, if he gets me through
I shout and I shout, towards the skies aloud, even at the ground
I pray every day in every way, for riches to be found
One day my wife left me, and my son died in the war

But still i pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
One day I caught a disease, and it crippled me to the core
But still I pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
I'm a man of little faith with an empty safe, and I have nothing left now

I never did right, not one night, and it hangs upon my heavy brow

So I prayed again, to whoever listens, for what I should do

"Please god, please tell me, how to make my life a new

I want to be happy, please o please show me how
For the hole in my heart grew bigger and bigger, from once until now
"
As I expected, I heard no reply
So I carried on with my day, by and by
One day a man asked me to spare him some change
All I could do was look upon him estranged

Because he had a smile on his face and filled with delight
Though he hadn't had a position in sight
I asked him, "Dear fellow, how are you filled with such glee
"
He responded through "faith, faith in humanity
"
That good things will happen, you just have to wait
For we are all judged as equal at the heavenly gates.
So I gave my new friend all the possessions I had
And went on my way, slightly more glad

I am now a man of great faith, but rarely I pray,
Not for wealth nor health, nor to see the light of day
I pray for others, so they may be well

I pray for the moral, and I pray for those in a cell

I have no money, no clothes on my back

But my burden is lifted, I'm happy, on life's track
I sit on the corner, quit often, and beg for bread

And often I sing, different tunes that come in my head
I asked a bold man for some food one day
Hoping my kindness will be returned in some way
The man just stood there, then said, asking me to stay
"
People won't just give you things, poor man, I suggest that you pray"

It was a beautiful day as it started
The sun was up as I departed
I went outside and to my surprise
Stood a man in mid-town with gleaming eyes

Like the wind the man just blew into town
With not a name he made no sound
As we all gazed at the man dressed in black
Nobody said a word of respect for his plaque

He opened his mouth, the man finally spoke
“I am here for the blacks” he said standing next to the oak
I did not say a word for I was not
Turned the other cheek and did not a lot

I turned away relieved and went home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I dare not dwell

I awoke the next morning good as the last
Quickly got on my clothes and went outside fast
Once again to my surprise
The man stood in mid-town with puzzling eyes

We all looked at the man with a deep stare
And asked “why are you back aren’t we the ones you’ve sparred”
“Wasn’t it the blacks that you so heavily eyed?”
“The blacks, oh no, not them,” he replied

“If it wasn’t the blacks than you are here for who?”
To which he replied “none but the Jew”
As he stood next to the wall with a cross to his side
Most were relieved, but several cried


I once again was thankful because I was not
Through the whole ordeal I did, not a lot
As I turned away relieved I went back home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I didn’t dwell

The Chinese he came for the next day
Standing next to the rails where the bodies decay
So it came with each passing day
He blew into town and took more away

With each passing time I stood there because I was not
From all the misery witnessed, I did not a lot
And every day that I went home
I had a smile on my face because I was sparred and I wasn’t alone

Finally one day that I woke up
The world was bleak all around me, while I sipped from my cup
No one in the streets, not a soul there
I stood all alone in the town square

Then the man in black came once again
“There is no one left, for who are you here to obtain”
“You, my humble servant” the man said
“I am no puppet of yours” I answered with my face turning red
“Ahh but, who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your cowards hope” answered he
“And where are the others that might have stood”
“Side by side in the common good”
“Dead” I said amiably
“Murdered” the man corrected me
“First the blacks and then the Jew
I did no more than you let me do”

“With your denial and your false hope
You’ve reduced mankind to nothing but a joke
Enveloped in your own selfishness and greed
You were blinded to your own misdeed”

As the man in black spoke that’s when I knew
That all of his evil, I let him do
And as I felt death’s sweet kiss
I thought to myself that ignorance is bliss

As the world crumbled all around me and turned to ash and debris
I just let it go by, with a nod and an agree
Submerging myself in a fake world of hope
I too late realized that I was the dope

For a long time I was happy because I was not
Turned away from it all not doing a lot
And now with no one to help me, I realized that I’ve always known
Truly now, I am all alone

They love me when I sweat
Sweat pools of anguish onto the grass
And staining it with my blood

They love me when I push
Push for the extra inch breaking my back in immense pain
And screaming till my voice gives out

They love me when I give
Give everything I have for the team
And not ask for a drop in return

They love me as long as I work
As long as my legs work
And my heart beats

But, nobody knocks at the hospital door
When I can’t work no more
And have nothing else to give

Step outside in the world of the twilight hour
And distinguish between the sweet and sour
Look upon the streets no longer crimson bright
And not yet engulfed by the darkness of night
It’s a time where heroes wear no capes
And evil finds a way to escape
Where the TV sits still, paused from its flashing lights
And you finally experience the blood, sweat, and tears of real fights
It’s a time where the sun doesn’t blind from the truth
Yet every alley and corner is lit for the youth
So step outside and look after the summers shower
And witness the world, clearly, in its twilight hour

Practice as always
Long and grueling from all the running
The team’s exhausted
But, ready to battle

By a loss of one point
The game ended in overtime
For some, the last one

The coveted trophy
Remains shelved till next year
Collecting dust

Tears in their eyes
Dirt and blood on their face
Everyone chinned up and went home

The Coach reminiscing of what was
And hopeful for what could be
Pulls back and kicks up
Sinking into the Lazy Boy

The wife as always
Comes late to the dinner table

She ran sprints all night