Hunger

Remember that the best law students are locked up.

Six figures is a lot like garlic buttered crust.

Great motivation, but a starving man once ate saw dust.

All saw bars for crossing.

Some iron rods that would not rust or budge.

Some got judged above the bar, but sub par for trust.

Who you placing faith in to join the clean plate club?

The hungrier one does not give up.

When given options some didn’t get study or bus.

Some got stocks while some got drugs.

A tongue laced with lacerations in a race with one whose tastebuds were raised craving silver’s touch.

But I won’t speculate on reparations none.

Justice wouldn’t be enough for those humbled by lack of sustenance.

Justice became too much when forked tongues could forge lust for punishment.

Glutton for something that stains names but doesn’t change faces or create gain.

We play erase pain but leave our plates full of grace saying it wouldn’t go to waste if a poor man had a taste.

Blindfolded lady judge never came.

Something’s got to give, if we let freedom ring.

Someone’s giving up, when the fat lady sings.

The hunger doesn’t come from suit and tie, it comes in chains.