My father

My father never paid a dime for me

That’s why I lived in abject poverty

I tried to get up

But there was always something missing

To all the fathers that never bothered

You are the reason for poverty

You have left your sons and daughters in misery

For hundreds of years and you always ignored their tears

What if someone was out there looking out for us

What if someone cared about us

Wouldn’t that be just?

We’d be living in much better places

We couldn’t be divided by races

We’d all know that our lives mattered

Even though for hundreds of years they’ve been shattered

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