Analysis of BORN LOSERS

Don't you know that
Beggars can't be choosers,
Cause we're all born losers?

You're a half-breed black
Who no one understands,
They can't see you've got needs
Like any other man;
White men all hate you
Lock you up on reserves,
Give you no rights
And treat you like dirt.

They stole your freedom
Stole your homes,
They claimed your lands
As their own;
They gave you booze
And call you an alcoholic,
They say it's your own fault
When you can't handle it.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia