Ghetto in my Head
I've never been in a war zone
but one time I got lost on my way to wriggly field
ending up in a tilted, burned-out ghetto.
A cherry pulled me over for being out of place
and said leave asap for it wasn't very safe.
The ballgame was sold out
so, my girl and I went to the zoo instead.
All day long I couldn't shake the ghetto out of my head...
the Zoo-oans were better off than many Chicagoans.
Has praying for sustenance and peace
ever accomplished anything?
If so, it's only a temporary reprieve.
War and poverty are constants in modern society.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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