I WAS BORN IN A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY,
WITH VERY LITTLE HOPE OF SUCCESS.
AT THE SAME TIME IN THE USA, A CHILD
WAS BORN TO A RICH FAMILY, WITH A LOT MORE, NOT LESS.

I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE,
FOOD WAS SCARCE, CLOTHING WAS HANDED DOWN.
MY COUNTERPART HAD A GOURMET CHEF,
HIS CLOTHES, FROM THE FINEST STORES IN TOWN.

I ATTENDED SCOOL WHEN IT WAS SAFE,
I DIDN`T HAVE ANY REAL TOYS.
I PLAYED WITH ROCKS AND STICKS,
HE PLAYED VIDEO GAMES WITH OTHER BOYS.

I LEARNED TO LIVE FROM DAY TO DAY,
I PRAYED, I WEPT, I DREAMED.
HE WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL,
AND PLAYED ON A WINNING TEAM.

I WENT TO SERVE IN MY COUNTRY`S ARMY,
I WAS TAUGHT TO SHOOT AND FIGHT.
I DROVE A TANK, HE DROVE A SPORTS CAR,
MY SKIN COLOR IS DARK, HIS IS LIGHT.

I CAN`T RUN FOR OFFICE,
OR SPEAK OUT OF THE WAY I FEEL.
HE CAN BECOME A SENATOR, EVEN PRESIDENT.
I`LL BE LUCKY TO HAVE A WARM MEAL.


SOMEDAY I HOPE THINGS WILL CHANGE,
I`LL KEEP ON DREAMING OF THAT DAY.
UNTIL THERE IS FAIRNESS ON EARTH,
I`LL BE SEARCHING FO A BETTER WAY.

NOTE: Please keep the 12 Days of Christmas chain poem going...

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