Shin pain

Now how fairly un-rich

unfairly un-liked

kicked in the shins as a child

at the mail box before

any dreams had formed

by the siblings of hate in unison

nothing to be done then

nothing to be done later

nothing to be done now or soon after

they learned to corner the vulnerable

to smile

to victim with prejudice

to not worry

they were better than you

and they knew how to work the system

you could never escape