*Authors Note: I wrote this poem for my US history class, on a project about the Great Depression. This poem is based on a picture I saw of two little boys in a shantytown and what they must be feeling.
~Gotta Give~
Mamma always said that it ain't never too bad to not give.
But what if what you give is what allows you to live?
Mamma ain't here looking at the looming opposition.
Yet despite our bad position...
Something's gotta give.
The very skies are clouded with confusion.
Who would have thought all the wealth was an illusion?
Dust in the food, the heart, the mind, the air
But someone has to care...
Something's gotta give.
Papa lost his job today to an American born man,
What about me? Was I born in Irelan'?
The big shots pass us by, with a slick faked smile.
They won't be the ones to go the extra mile...
Something's gotta give.
Our home ain't four walls anymore.
How's some sheets and tin with a dirt floor?
Cold cuts through every thin barrier put up.
Someone has to provide from their overflowing cup...
Something's gotta give.
We are reduced to begging for a bite to eat.
Who's gonna feed an urchin of the street?
So at night, while our stomachs press our spines,
We wonder when the fruit will be ripe on the vines...
Something's gotta give.
Life was never easy or trouble free,
But was it supposed to bring us to our knees?
Never knowing if you will survive today,
The pain will never go away...
Something's gotta give.
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InBetween: A Collection of Poetry
PoezieThere is a place in this world where right is wrong, and up is down. It's called the InBetween and we live there everyday. Here are some poems from the InBetween
