Tragedy of Life
Persecution keeps him down
As world treats him like a clown
Racial slurs pass through his lips
Fed by sweet hatred he sips
Feels entitled, needs relief
More is owed, that’s his belief
Declares burden too heavy
Attacks others with levy
–
Damnations placed on others
Not really meant for brothers
His own self, hatred is for
He thought, by now, he’d be more
Conquer curse of nay sayer
Keeping up as bill payer
Tragedy called life ensued
Now to the gutter, remains glued
June Nash
This poem was inspired by a character in a play I saw. Hamtown Races, by Margaret Edwartowski was an excellent play. If you ever have the opportunity to see it, I would recommend that you do.
June Nash 
Leave a comment