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Before You Leave



Third level CCTV audio recordings
of the last occupants illegally departing the 
quasi-safe, Area 4, Sector 9 quarantine zone
— Seventh vol. of the Ghetto Chronicles 


We hate to see you all go,
good company is hard to keep these days
Time is marked as being irrelevant here,
idle eyes patrolling 
each iron-bar clad window

The klaxon sirens blaring    outside,
gives an aural stench 
As motion metal beasts come to 
an abrupt screech
Slumping sound of a sickly thud
Concrete ground flowing with blood ... 
a poverty-racked body:    raggedly, last gasp breathing, 
has just treadmark died

And the ghetto violence ever abides

We of the pavement sweeping, creeping crowd
have seen this snuff scene a-many times
Abandoned hopes ...
barely living,
desperately cope in deserted buildings
Surrounded by disease and dope,
provides a-plenty self-inflicted killings
Come inside this iron-bar jungle cage,
and feel the rage
of these walking dead lions
Their lionesses and cubs    constantly crying

Sadly, the ghetto violence   steadily abides

We of the chittering,  unclean-up crew
have tragically seen 
the mane numbers   a-dwindle to a few
Our antennae eyes
are always patrolling 
every crumb-laden floor  and creaky locked door

We would love if you last oomans could stay — 
Disregard the filth 
and diseased surroundings
It ain’t that bad,
once your settled mind 
don’t ever troublesome ask  
why 
you in this pestilent predicament
in the first place

Help that was forthcoming,
just got ambulance carried away
Aw, my bad ... 
I didn’t know that was yo’ adopted Uncle
But, Sam-bo 
shouldn’t been talking back too loud
to the Po-po Five-O

Oh man, all of you be a-packing yo’ bags too
This rat-infested dump gon be cupboard empty 
without all of you Good Timey yahoos,
drinking and singing those darkie blues

Alright  ...  since you put it that way,
saying how’s you all can’t no longer stay
Before you go, 
will you do me and my partners — 
Us cockroaches, 
	      bed bugs     lice and mice,
a favor, please
‘Preciate it, if you turn off the lights ...
before you leave

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 8/30/2018 9:54:00 PM
You had me hooked until the cockroaches, bed bugs lice and mice blew in....but a feral right (sic) love it.
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Date: 8/30/2018 12:56:00 PM
I knew something about this poem bugged me. :) Epic indeed, this was over the top my friend. What a point of view. Nicely done Freddie.
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