A Third World City With a Revolutionary Aspect
A third world city with a revolutionary aspect
The poor crouched among the estates;
for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground!
The hum of the city,
cacophony of people,
the deafening sound of
empty stomachs;
every day the media,
paints the sinister,
aspect of the poor;
urban decay:
the violence against society,
the violence against the family,
the violence of mass incarceration,
the violence of economic sodomy;
the daily cycle,
of societal breakdown;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The habitually unemployed,
the ex-con,
the moral degradation of
the sexual outcast, and
the addled mind;
homeless squatter,
a fight,
a knife,
a gun,
an overdose;
the daily death of
the designated outcast;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The revolution failed,
suicide by tribulation!
Copyright © Victoria Alonzo | Year Posted 2017
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