Looking Through the Yearbooks

Looking through the yearbooks

As tattered as they seem,

The horrors that I witness

Make me wish it was a dream.



The blacks and Jews and Japanese

Oppressed and abused,

Kicked like a dog that wasn't wanted

And then made prime time news



Is there a way to make it change?

Cause now it's Middle Eastern.

The way we treat them so today

Makes them not want to be Western.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not one of my better poems

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