Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

An American Project

There was always plenty of drugs for people to cope
But a Missionary and a Priest were their best hope.

Each day came with fears to face, and lots of dope;
and there were always lots of loaded guns to tote;

There was little getting away to retreat.
But there were many musical beats to treat.

Everyday and every night was simply a repeat.
Many young and talented lives ended in defeat.

Better known as 'the projects’, it was indeed a crying shame;
A shame that America’s poor had to live and survive with so much pain.                                                                                              

The rent was cheap, but living in the 'projects' was no gain.                            Poverty was like a wild animal, desperately needing to be tamed.                     

The bureaucrats and politicians thought it best at the time.
But it’s too bad that such housing wasn’t even a crime.
08302016 ( A Chicago experience in early ‘70’s)PS
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