Angry And Black

I ask why?
Why do you want to put a brother down?
Kick him down,
Shut him down,
Beat him for no reason
Telling lies like it's going out of style
What the hell---
Yes hell you put me in
over the color of money
That dollar, dollar bill y'all
Green back thing
That sinks ships
And looses ships
And tells lies on you
And gives you grief
Even for another.
Have mercy!
Have mercy on me
For what I've done....

Kenneth R. Jenkins
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