Kensington

Kensington Children of frustration when dreams rose from the heap the darkest of locations tell white lies as they speak open to persuasion when abilities are weak waves of degradation disturbs all those asleep awake the dispensation to turn the other cheek the house that they were raised in and company they keep a blur of segregation when summers burn with heat sit back for meditation and sow all that is reaped peer deep into what’s stationed the lost or stolen sheep a core that rocks a nation only on occasion weeps passed down from generations too scared to take a peak the truth is out there somewhere you can find it in the street.