The Other Class

by reginadee2014

The Truth picture dreamstime_xs_19696727[1]

The Other Class

Regina Puckett


We find a million ways to hurt each other

Forgetting we all bleed underneath our color

Blue eyes evading brown and brown avoiding blue

The screaming so loud we no longer know what to do

So we hide behind locked doors and closed hearts

And let the police take care of all the moving parts

Let the men in blue count the bullets flying both ways

We’ll watch them clean up the blood after the blaze

In our comfy chairs we’ll discuss who was wrong or right

We’ll shake our heads over those other men’s plight

We’ll wonder why everyone else can’t just get along

We’ll march, burn the city down and maybe even write a song

But the thing we just can’t seem to ever do is get off our ass,

Meet those in the middle, who we consider the other class