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Portrait of an American Society
Originality, creativity,
Hard-fought wars
Against the unique.
We shed the blood
Of any one of a different colour,
And all because of their different beliefs.
In a world that defends
The rights of every man
So there would be peace throughout the land,
Did they forget to mention
Only one race was included in this plan?
And only one gender was meant
To have the powering hand?
Freedom and justice for all, they proclaim,
But what does that meant
To a poor black man?
Blood is in the streets,
It's smeared upon our hands,
Painting pictures of the hate that has ruled
Since we pushed across the land.
And would we stop it,
If given a chance?
Where then would be the toys?
Inventions that amuse us,
As we watch with growing mindlessness
The false world we know as TV Land.
No, the pain inside
Of our controlled little minds
Just ain't enough to see.
We need to stand up and accept our fate.
Then maybe we can break free
Before it's too late.
In 2002, this poem won a contest. I entered about 10 poems into the contest, and this is one I wrote in only 15 minutes during a religion class. It's one of my favourites and one of my best.