PoeticStreetz

It’s ludicrous
How we’re doing this
To our own people

Slowing down
The pace of our race
And the taste for blood
Is on the palettes of many
Bloodthirsty vampires in thug apparel
They really
Don’t care about those ensnared
They just keep on sinning ….

I envy
Those who find peace
And sleep
While the streets
Are invaded
If you can carry burdens
Then man
I’m heavy laden

They say life is what you make it
But I take it
A lot of people out here
Haven’t made it much
Or they’ve been touched
By a rush of bad luck
Where $1 buck requires due diligence
And I know they’re sick of this……

Selfish society
While capital hill
Sees these acts as mere improprieties
And we silently
Pass them by
With our judging eyes
And say it’s pathetic
When easily our love could be their anesthetic but…
We let it …

Continue on its course
In all sorts
And build forts around them
Hear shots ricochet
And we allow them
And for those who try to escape
We drown them
In oxymoronic jargon

Like you can’t get foodstamps
If you’re homeless
That’s as bogus
As spokeless wheels to a bike
That’s like saying here’s a handout…..
To lift you from poverty

Sike!
We didn’t mean it really
You get out the hood?
You…..
Don’t be silly

And if that isn’t enough
We say stuff like
They depend on the government
Too much
Probably wouldn’t
If getting off the system
Wasn’t so darn tough

I must
Be going
But let this be a word
To the prudent…..
If ever a moment arises
Where you lose a loved one, a job etc
You could be going through this…..

Show some love.