Ghetto Forgotten
Walk with me
through the lows of life
to the place most refuse to go
walk with to go the ghetto
Witness the problems first hand
see all the tears cried
all the blood shed
Being arrested
then rearrested for old bench warrants
given the end of the stick
Seeking god in a den of thieves
where the preacher is one
ready to condemn you to hell
even though he drives the there
See children learn racism
from dealing with their teachers
impressing on their minds a future they thought of
Watching each one trying to escape
no matter the vice they use
hoping to escape a wasteland
Knowing as the world turns
the ghetto is forgotten
despite promises for change
the ghetto streets remain the same
A lack of jobs
and health care
children becoming dependent upon welfare
Those who look down within this hole
only see the distress and pain
the names may change
but what you see remains the same
Copyright © Donny Ingraham | Year Posted 2010
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