REFUNDS

In the hustle and bustle of tax season's dawn,

Some face a burden, their hopes withdrawn.

For minorities, the path seems unclear,

As tax refunds vanish, their futures austere.

With hard-earned dollars, they fill out each form,

Hoping for relief, for a financial norm.

But when refunds arrive, they're less than they're due,

Taken by systems, unjustly construe.

Their dreams deferred, by systems amiss,

As tax refunds vanish, a painful twist.

For minorities, the burden is great,

As they navigate systems, steeped in debate.

Injustice prevails, as refunds are seized,

Leaving minorities feeling deeply aggrieved.

Yet in the face of adversity, they rise,

Demanding justice, with unwavering cries.

For tax refunds taken, represent more,

A system broken, a societal sore.

But through unity and voices raised high,

Minorities strive for justice, reaching for the sky.