Eric Cockrell - The Cry...

i know what...
poverty smells like,
oppression feels like,
having my freedom taken
tastes like...

if what i write offends you,
open your eyes...
and walk down the street.
the sound you hear
is the cry...

of your brothers and sisters in need!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cry-19/