"Caution," the street sign says, no one pays attention,
hither and thither, boys play football in the street,
in daylight or until dusk, we play two-hand touch,
let the cars come and go, without apprehension,
dreams of stardom, beyond our dull comprehension,
religion means nothing but rest during the week,
enter Church on Sundays, sit in a pew and slouch,
nothing means more than our beliefs in suspension.
After school without rules, we run our block rampant,
torment older neighbors with yelling and shouting.
Pretend we give a damn, maybe apologize,
laugh when we get inside, our hypocrisy, lies,
answer to nobody, even parents doubting
yesterday's misfit kids could become President.
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