Black Poetry : Casualties

Bluewater

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Baltimore, MD
Occupation
Praising The Lord
Helicopter flying low
Beaming a light
Through my window
Where can one go
This is my home
The war zone.

Things will get better
So they say
They are only shooting
Around the corner today

The year will be over
In just a few days
Will it matter?
As I pray
Will it be just be another day?

Feeling beat down
Very little sleep
Children crying
In the street
Mama cussing
Pulling them along
Look at the clock
It’s 3 in the morn

Helicopter beaming light
Ambulance sirens
All through the night
Restless souls all alone
Casualties
Of the war zone
Infliction
 
URBAN WAR ZONE!

This is so true, and I know first hand.
Chile I couldn't take it any more after my divorce I sold
my house and moved out to the outskirts for my own
peace of mind. Not leaving my hood totally cause
my fam is still there, but the bullets and the helicopters
and cops running through your yard, property value going
down, stress all around. Children can't play outside in the
summer cause some fool done flipped his HUMMER and
the drama goes on and on.
OOOOOOOOOOO! I got carried away...SORRY, but you have
that affect on me when you speak on URBAN DRAMA!
Excellent thought provoking piece!

Blessings On Your House!
 

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