Ghetto Angel
GHETTO ANGEL
I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns.
Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns.
Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier,
No harmony or truce without wagging war.
Peace to this young-hearted warrior
without the sound of the riffles,
despite emblems & scars of my past titles.
Wipe your eyes and see it clearly
'cause the world's view looks blurry.
The red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold & erupts a blast.
At the fall of the night,
the full moon suffered a bite
like the logo of the apple company.
Night is no longer evoking symphony
and now, we drink-out our own bottles.
Before seeing humans babies see battles,
that's why too many of them scream
when delivered from the womb dream.
Peace at last to this warrior & the angel in him.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 1st April, 2023.
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