Ghetto Paper
Oh paper town
Oh ghetto
Who's first lick of paint is a
crumbling off and from each wall
beside rising damp in children's
bedroom
With colourful murals and graffiti
clinging onto it's exterior mud
brick facade
An esthetic attempt to butter up
and raise the plight and spirit of
it's broken remnants
Restoring life to the residing listless
dull and sallow faces dwelling in such
grubby unlit spaces
Because where window glass once
lay and sourced light is now boarded
up by cardboard tin or wood in order
to block a draft so cold from
bellowing in
A splash and dash on the outside
to quell the qualms for if not just
a second before one steps over
the threshold
A fighting mantra stating that
even someone as lowly and
forgotten by life as i
Can even have his or her life
and name emblazoned in light's
on a wall for all the world to see
And though in reality or actual fact
it may be only seen by the poor who
reside so to in these ghetto paper
town's
As to me when i say for all the
world to see
This is in fact the world that i
reside in and so to are the people
who mean the world to me
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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