Ghetto(s)A Poem by Sirius King
(1945) Their
lives are strangled with a barbed They
rot there starved and drained from Now all they can do is wait….... The stress and hunger.... Overwhelms mother and daughter.... As they await their dreaded slaughter.... The hills of ashes form in the meadows.... This is the fate of those in the ghetto..... SS police are the cause of the death increase.... As other Jews are still in disbelief.... Suicide is their greatest desire.... But their final destination is the furnace of fire….... (Present Day) A red brick building, packed with black faces.... Breathing seems impossible, trapped in small spaces.... A beautiful people, but their fate is the same.... On drugs, in jail, the grave, or in a gang.... Very few figure out How to get out And the ones that do Keep to themselves The freedom route Shots
ring out and kill an innocent baby.... How could they place us in this situation-.... And not expect us to go crazy?.... Adding
to the misery They hid our history The reason we haven’t moved forward Shouldn’t be a mystery Thugs cockin glocks, and fiends smoking rocks.... Tap dancing for pennies, still stuck on the block….... It starts with Us If this is ever going to stop! Time to wake up From this self-induced sleep To keep us from destruction So history doesn’t repeat…
© 2013 Sirius KingAuthor's Note
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