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City Kids

From New York City to LA; New Orleans to Chicago and Minneapolis                                                                                    Do not despair O little ones, cornered deep in America's metropolis                                                                                                 So Little is ever spoken about you as if you really do not matter                                                                                        I remind you just now; you are loved and more than a shadow

You live there.  You observe and feel the misery and pain                                                                                 You see the blood draining  from some victim's veins                                                                                                Day after day you hear the promises of change,                                                                                                         but everything you see remain the same

You wonder when or if the killing will end in your inner city                                                                                   I imagine your fright and think of you; I'm praying for you tonight                                                                           

There is much decay, and I understand when you look down                                                                                And sometimes you are forced to look away with little to say
                                                                                                                                      
I've walked your scary streets and have felt the terror of the nights                                                                        I understand the fright, but I know that you will rise tomorrow to face                                                                    a new day of visions and dreams that will cast away the nightmares

So despair not little ones. Look away until you are able to look up; and                                                                always understand that I'm thinking and praying for you tonight.                                                                             So be strong my little friends; be not afraid and never give up.
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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/10/2017 2:00:00 AM

This is excellent Curtis. No child should have to hear gun fire or face fear of dying from a stray bullet. Sharing means caring. I think this poem has great merit. : )