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.