A thru Z (The ghetto and me)A Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaA run down shack with an old alley out back is what I call home B eaten down neighborhood slowly turns into a ghetto C ausing it's residents such havoc and confusion D esperate children run the streets E veryone wonders where their parents are F ilthy delapitated boarded up houses and vacant buildings G arages, highway over passes and railroad cars painted with graffiti H alfway houses, drug rehab centers, battered women's shelters on the rise I ndigent, impoverished and needy are the homeless people on the streets J ust a few of the atrociously horrible things I see here in the hood K eep off the grass, beware of the dog, for rent and for sale signs everywhere L iving here is a joke as the drug dealers openly sell their lethal drugs M unicipal schools have had to lock their doors N o one enters without passing through a metal detector O ppressed population of the inner city by thugs toting guns and knives P olice departments having to make cutbacks, less officers patrolling Q uestions arise in our worried minds R estoration of inner city houses doesn't help but a selected few S cavengers looking through trash for food, clothing and disgarded treasures T his is the plight of the underpriveleged poor and a stagnant economy U nemployment is on the rise and there are too many low paying jobs V ice versa either way you go it's a catch twenty-two W hy does it have to be like this I wonder... X tra! Xtra! Read all about it! The newspapers scream of crime on Y our streets as you sit there in your cozy living room and look the other way Z ap! You just push the button on your remote control TV change the channel © 2009 Deborah Leah KrempaFeatured Review
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Added on August 2, 2009AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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