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Jungle of Men
Jungle trees dare shyly to part
the tiger, the lion, the kid with a gun
paradox of predatory-prey, setback from the start
white teeth slyly sheen, time crunch; run
thick in the thick of the thicket
cross paths, suddenly a pin drops on a croaking cricket
sweat or condensation? Condescending to cons, born on the humid floor
tears and blood, the work to climb towards the cleaner air
professionals preferred, detainees deterred, opportunity hard knocks out the door
one in one out, two ears and all the life to fill them if they care
trees drip with the effort to bear the heat
the world is hungry, blind to privilege we falsely understand another layer of despair
while others suffer, eaten, beaten, robbed of the promised dream and awoken to defeat.
Published 2nd Oct 2018
Author's Note
It's about race and class division. White privilege and the way we are blind to it without realizing that our struggles are different, not because we struggled, but because the world around us does not treat us the same. Poverty is not a learning experience, it is a hardship and a painful way to survive.
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