Some ol' Poetry

I'm afraid I haven't gotten anything new to talk about today, so instead, I'll give you guys some poetry I wrote a few years ago. Some of them might take a few read-throughs, but hopefully they make sense.

Take that stupid Media
The white men watch,
as the black man sings.
The racist man with no money,
yells out a comment,
and no one pays him heed.
The white man watches,
the black man sings,
The rich one yells,
and dead is he.

Analogies
When the rock falls from the cliff
is the rock running,
or is it being shoved?
Would the answer change be it boulder
Or pebble that was kindly sitting there?
But who's head would this be running through,
the man who pushed the rock,
or the man who stands beneath.

Something with a Moral .. I think
What was it the little bird couldn't say?
For when the little bird can't sing,
Would it talk?
Would it walk?
or would it just fly away from the old man,
patiently sitting on his bench with crumbs in his hand?
For what would the little bird do to eat,
when the old man's time was gone?
and would that old man want to know,
what really happens when time is gone,
if he had already known what would happen?