How could a block turn so bad /
A country and city so sad /
Disappearances of moms and dads /
Children lose their way /
In what they call play /
Dirty words they say /
I watch a 13 year old play /
Legs spread wide /
Breasts a glide /
Saying hey , hey , hey ?
What of yesterday , today , tomorrow /
Of what lifestyle will they borrow /
This thing called freedom
More like a Jack Ass
A bell ringing ding a ling
Sorrow , sorrow , sorrow /
Freedom not what it's meant to be ?
From all I see /
Give me liberty or give me death /
Hell i know not which is best /
Just give me love
The hell with the rest /
Society lost it's way /
The beginning of day /
Mother nature will you have your say /
DONE
I read parts of this poem to neighbors , older neighbors , their commit was wow that's the truth .But I'm beginning to think the people here just don't care. This city plain and simple has turned to shit. I have had my sight for decades , and erased most of it .Truth like love hurts ...
Love
Jimmy
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- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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