Social Injustice ~ 4 Poems by J.H. Johns
Narration by Paul Churchill Mann
“ABSURDITIES OF YOUTH – BEGINNING A LIFE OF CRIME”
There was a time
when
not a one of them
thought about crime,
let alone
becoming a criminal;
no,
that awareness
seemed to be somewhere
in their futures-
until-
they found that tag-
you know which one I mean
the one you could find
on the bottom of the chair cushion;
yes, yes,
the one that warned them-
anyone-
not to remove it
under penalty of law;
but,
looking around,
they knew they were alone,
that
nobody would see them
and
nobody would tell;
all of which brought them
to the realization
that they could break the law
and
never get caught!
R – I – P!!!!!!!
Went the tag
and
into the pockets
of a couple of new
“hardened criminals.”
Just another-
absurdity of youth!
END
“SO MUCH HATE, SO LITTLE TIME”
So much hate,
so little time,
it doesn’t leave for much,
in the meantime;
so much hate,
so little time,
they can even practice
in their spare time;
in their hate
they bait
and never
talk straight;
they’re sly
when they lie,
the truth
they deny;
sitting there
and talking,
sitting there
and hating;
so much hate,
so little time,
they’ve got enough to last,
their entire lifetime.
END
“CRIMES AGAINST THE AMERICAN DREAM”
“Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness;”
“Life”- self-explanatory;
“Liberty”- self-explanatory;
“Happiness”- “The American Dream;”
to be successful,
and maybe even well-off;
and, so,
when one of our elected representatives
is
indicted
for insider trading,
we automatically ask-
how much did he make?
Millions?
Tens of millions?
Hundreds of millions?
Ah, well- not quite.
Now,
here’s where “the dream”
becomes a victim of the crime;
shouldn’t have this case
of the “American Dream”
have ended- at least-
with a blank slate,
a break even?
That,
the savvy American-
though allegedly
breaking the law-
should have not lost money?
But, alas,
the “crime against the dream”
is that
there could be jail time
for actually having done just that-
lose money?!
So,
is it-
gene pool dilution?
A 21st century version
of
“The Gang Who Couldn’t Shoot Straight?”
I fear for
“the crime against the dream”
and
to what prison that losing mentality will take us.
END
“BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP”
(Revisited)
Baa Baa Black Sheep
have you any wool?
Yes, sir,
yes, sir,
thousands of bags full-
but,
none for my Master
and
none for my Dame
and
none for the Euros
who live in the Shengen;
I’m keeping them
all for myself
so
when the rolling blackouts come
and
the food riots commence
and
there is no heat
or water
or anything-
at least I’ll be warm.
END