CAN IT

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 It cannot be true
 Maybe a state of mind
 Cruelty we see and
 Will never understand
  
 A bully on the playground
 Picks fights he can win
 Twists the truth of things
 Just to cover his sin
  
 A fireman, black in color
 Saves the life a small white girl
 Gets no credit as a hero
 Walks away feeling like a zero
  
 He has the right to dream
 Wonders if life is like it seems
  
 Tomorrow he works again
 For this he gives his thanks
  
 I find situations hard to comprehend
 My mind looks for beauty
 I tend to search for justice
 It is my sacred duty
  
 I throw my arms up in the air
 Life could be so nice
 What is wrong I wonder?
 Why are we throwing the dice?
  
 Stanski
 September 26, 2019 ^