We’re taught to think being confused is sinning
Instead of what it is—the starting line
Where every question about what we’re winning
Reveals the race’s sponsor and design.
We’re taught that we were born to be productive
So that we will not question why we work
Or who it profits, or how self-destructive
It is to cling to dreams and die a clerk.
We’re taught that we all have a chance to win
As long as we commit to play a game
That profiles every player by their skin
While preaching that inside we’re all the same.
And when we’re stained by all that’s foul, we’re taught
To lap it up and overlook the rot.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells