It was almost that the
Ghetto child pass horizon’s
Eyes. She crossed the red sea
On dry ground and survived
The devils that lurks the nights.
Black smoke cover the
Stars in the night, and
Ghetto child hopeless
Count the ratty mats best at nights.
They want that she work
Miracle and create sudden change,
But none like God.
Hopelessness incarnates in front,
And returning to the place
It returned for the
Ghetto child. Like the
Iroko, the ghetto kept
Her wall to break dreams.
But she must plant again
After the wrecked garden
That expelled dreams…
The ghetto child must plant life
Again!
2.
Who will throw life
On these ones thrown
Into life?
They are like fresh-gushed
Of the cold morning spring!
What dreams to unshell?
The ghetto is far from faith
To dream!
What life is man born into?
What sold the ghetto child
To the streets?
And sequestered from what
Life offers more.
Urchin is the word they
Relief with spittle, and throw faces
for the ghetto child,
but,
Who will see, and turn
The ghetto child see life
Offers much?
Though fair days may
Keep from the ghetto child,
She will remain in that strength
That quakes many,
The ghetto unbroken!
Aug 092012


“Nice”.
Thanks Kaycee.
great
Thanks Mikeeffa.