CAMPUS

by Charles Carreon

The lawns are clean on campus--

The students do not raise a rumpus;

They are busy memorizing

Tales of Uncle Remus.

Of the poor they say,

"We do not see them and

  They cannot see us."

To the strong they say,

"Might, I know, makes right--

  Give me your hand,

  And turn out the light."

To themselves they say,

"You are the child,

  You are the heir;

  There is no time

  To speak of what is fair."

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