A Nursery Rhyme for Adults - a poem

A NURSERY RHYME FOR ADULTS

I suppose it's so,
I suppose it's so,
when it's all told
girls submit, do as their told.
Boys gather up dominance,
violence, for presidents
bespoken as saying it proudly,
I suppose it's so,
when it's all told.

I suppose it's so
I suppose it's so,
when poverty infects exposed
children who've grown up through,
long blamed for difference,
though hardly have chosen
as first choice for existence.
I suppose it's so,
when it's all told.

I suppose it's so
I suppose it's so,
that life is a wonderful thing to behold
as it grows inside. Further inference:
life is much less precious
when brown bodies are caged,
shot and tried, if only they
stayed out of sight, out of mind,
I suppose it's so,
when it's all told.

I suppose it's so,
if you do as your told,
study your texts, and listen with reverence,
you can get what you needed
out of America Land, but step
up the ladder, and see how far
they've greased each step.
As slick as you are, as slick
as they too, will kick you,
abuse you. Lucky few,

get to see the room with
a view.