It's not About Poverty, Its About Race

Wearing masks of words, a subtle shield,
"It's not about race," the claim concealed.
A veil over truths, realities unseen,
Injustice masked, a narrative so keen.

"It's about poverty," they firmly state,
As if race and class could separate.
But intertwined they are, a tangled thread,
Centuries of history, where they've bled.

From laws of old, to systems designed,
Racism's grip, poverty entwined.
Inequities born, from unjust rules,
Affecting generations, like darkening pools.

Systemic racism, a root so deep,
In poverty's shadows, its secrets keep.
For race and poverty walk hand in hand,
A complex dance, across the land.

"It's not about race," they often declare,
Yet systemic racism lurks in the air.
A racial caste system, entrenched and sly,
Leads to poverty's grip, where many lie.

Generations burdened by unequal start,
Systemic biases tearing lives apart.
Limited opportunities, doors closed tight,
Invisible barriers, dimming hope's light.

Injustice's mask, woven with care,
Hides the truth of a system unfair.
Race and poverty, a nexus profound,
Shaping destinies, without a sound.

So let's unveil these layers, bold and true,
Addressing racism, poverty too.
For until we dismantle the caste's cruel role,
True equality remains an elusive goal.

Acknowledgment needed, of intertwined woes,
To tackle injustice, how it grows.
Intersectionality, a crucial view,
In fighting battles, old and new.

To say "it's not about race" is to ignore,
The struggles faced, forevermore.
So let's dismantle, with wisdom's might,
Systemic racism, in justice's light.