Clean Up In Aisle 5-
rumors of wars
lives are torn
death of mankind
men and all their atomic toys
political debauchery unholy
dancing and dying
Tension stealing the midnight oils
in the streets middle class children with not enough to eat
black on black crime
used to be I robbed you for dime
Dwell off thinks impoverished by taking care of they're just a treat
my boys run wild down the sewers of my town
Wipe off those tears turn around and frowns
I need a refreshing
I need more than just a blessing
Homicides of murders on the streets
Lord God we need to clean up in aisle 5
8/4/21, 4/3/14©
base off of poem " AISLE 25 "
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2014, 2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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