Reality Bites

Mizzjewel

What was meant to be a clear summer day is now a hot smog filled terror.

Children in the "ghetto" running up and down the streets after dark with such disregard.

Cars piled in traffic maneuvering to get nowhere quick.

Sounds of anger and frustrations coming from all directions.

Young ladies flaunting around with babies running behind them.

Young men walking with pants so low their legs show.

A field of shattered hopes and dreams.

The news blaring about disasters across the world.

Animated conversations about unproductive situations, he said/she said/they did.

Who's going to save us from ourselves as we ride this merry-go-round of oppression?

 

 

 

  • Author: Mizzjewel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2017 11:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: As I sit on my balcony these are the things i can see. It's frightening to see so many people live without living.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Louis Gibbs

    As you observe, so well expressed in this poem, is simply mankind approaching a climax in its development. Not to worry, we've been here before and still exist.
    Welcome to MPS, Jewel.



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