you turned your children loose, <br />out in the streets of poverty.... <br />only a few given a chance, <br /> <br />the rest left to fend for theirselves! <br />no jobs, unless you wanna soldier, <br />kill or be killed for oil.... <br /> <br />then no jobs when you return, <br />and no house to return to! <br />food stamps and government aid, <br /> <br />till that eventually runs out.... <br />then back on the streets where you started, <br />kill or be killed to survive.... <br /> <br />dealing dope, dealing flesh, stealing cars, <br />no hope of anything more! <br />get caught and go to prison, <br /> <br />not in a gang, better join one! <br />poor white kids, poor kids of color, <br />growing up in America!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-in-america/
