American

American Dreamin’

In Poetry, Truth by Cliff Green

To all my fallen soldiers

That didn’t make it to 25

Didn’t even make it to 21

I wish you were alive

Why’d he have to use a gun

What happened to fist fights

Take a L

Come back the next day

Killed by another brotha

Is what the news going say

But I know why he did it

He loved the white man’s image

Black men dying over Four Quarters

When did life become a scrimmage

Chasing after a dream

That we’re not even in

When will we all wake up

Somebody tell me

When?

American Dreamin’