Are they just pot holes?
Or war time trenches
We know they are large holes
Deep enough for twitches
It is mind disheartening
Where heads that acclaim enlightenment
Your eyes return to holes frightening
Where you sort to see advancement
Do you in your wildest dreams
Think loud at all it seems
After all these learning years
We would have sealed these
holes to avert our tears?
Cars in and out, what a shaking
My lady’s wig on her head rattling
While cruising in a golden Benz
On a road with holes so intense
Do the Big Boys and Girls not care?
In the law house to ask they not dare
Besides the large wheels they drive
And the castles in which they thrive
Why bark out our words so loud?
About all our thoughts we hold so proud
If in this day, age and stage
We still cruise on the same old page
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