There’s a game
I was taught to play
where the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer and
everyone loses some way.
In order to win at this game, I learned to
beg grades from uncaring, but not untenured PH.D’s
and I kissed many an ass to insure that I’d pass
and get one of their elitist degrees.
Bought a home far away from what I didn’t want to see,
and an electric toothbrush, a station wagon, and a color T. V.,
but it cost me a lot to compete for what I got;
it alienated me from me.
Watched my poor black and brown brothers as they were sent faraway
to shoot at my brothers and sisters with a yellow skin,
and, like tragic fools, fight to protect the rules
of a game only rich brothers win.
More loving ways of living
have since come to my view
and through this record I hope to share
my vision of hope with you.
MARSHALL