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Trap

Broken, Shattered, rundown Dreams Incomplete

In the streets black spiritualists preach

As Pipe-fiends weep Because their children won’t

Speak

And Forever they’ll sleep

In the dirt lot across the Street

Buried beneath the trash and the Filth and

Betrayed with Deciet

Of Freedom when we are born

In a Prison

And we teach Ourselves,

Although many don’t learn and

we who do reach

And we reach

Desperately Beseeching in a World

Full of Villains and creeps and to

God they entreat to grant Salvation

to the World we created

In the Projects where

Darkness only grows

In the Pockets of the Criminals

Holding Dope for dealers and cash

Flows into Selfishness and Greed

And the Government misleads and Fear

and Anger breed beneath the

Streetlights and wired Fences

is where the seed is planted and

Wickedness starts in the Hearts of the

Landlords of the Tenements

and broken glass covered streets

And Crumbled concrete

and the Cities Heartbeat is

Is Never at peace

Only the Bullets can release and

Murderers hold the Keys

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

One response to “Trap

  • earthslang

    Sociological poetry. You’ve identified so many of the vital issues in this vicious cycle of life that so many lead. It comes together really well and I especially like the last lines. Thanks for the read.

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