Unlucky children dropped resisting
the helpless fact of their birth
into poverty stricken as guilty
of shame on the ignorant where
self-hate will punish itself
for existing -
thus unconsciously imitate
defeated and angrily indifferent parents
by also posturing to wealth and power
as class assignment to surrogate rage
beating down their own savage brats
whose deadly toys, chemical peace and
hateful gangsta rap on rackets in the hood
all snuff a sucker's need for love
so their cold, macho fury is hurled
at the unforgivable cheat
of being born --
by sneaking out
onto barbarian streets
to mug and rape the World.

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